Lelani was sick and tired of being a Good Girl.. while contemplating on changing her "image", she meets 20 year old, Damari Thomas. Will he make it easier for Lelani to be herself? Or will he bring out the side that no one ever expected to see?
I looked over at the passenger side of my Benz and smiled to myself. I couldn't stop staring at her.
We'd been riding around fa bout an hour and i knew she was wondering where i was takin her. I wanted shit to be special.
Lelani was so damn perfect to me. Ever since i saw her i knew 1 thing fasho, 1 thing fa certain, and 1 thing fa guaran-damn-tee.
1 thing fasho? I had to have her. Period.
1 thing fa certain? I had to get her quick.
and 1 thing fa guaran-damn-tee? I could not let dat nigga Rug get her first.
That's my brudda right or wrong, but I can't let em ruin another shawty life... and i know he'd break her in every way imaginable without a fuckin care.
"I TRY HARDDD TO FIGHT IT... NO WAY CAN I DENY IT... YOUR LOVEEE SO SWEEE-EE-EET, IT KNOCKS ME OFF MY FEEEET" she sung to the top of her lungs making a snap.
Damn she can sing too?
"Can i help you?" Her lil proper ass asked me rolling her eyes and smiling.
"Damn I can't look atcha now? Bet." I turned my head facing my window but still peeked at the road.
"Nooo I'm sorry. Look at me all you want." She said pouting and grabbing my face to turn it towards her.
She so damn sweet. But i kinda wanna see her sweat.
I kept my head facing my window, pretending i was salty.
"You cannot be serious right now. Are you really going to disregard my presence Christian?"
Who tf says shit like that? "DiSrEgArD mY pReSeNcE"
She get extraaa proper when she mad. Noted.
A few minutes passed and from the corner of my eye i swear i saw shawty wiping her face.
"I know you ain fuckin cryin."
"......" She sniffles.
"Lelani." I said it sternly.
"......" still didn't reply, but she looked up at me teary eyed.
Bout broke a nigga heart.
"I'm not mad. Stop crying babygirl." I said softer, wiping her tears.
"You sure?" She croaked out.
"HIV positive." I promised.
Apparently my joke wasn't allat cause she looked at me like this.
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"It's a joke ma. Chill. One thing ionn play bout is my dick. If i ain't in love, i wear a glove. And ian neva evaaa been in love so i always wrap it up." I reassured her.
A truth & a lie.
1 thing fasho? I always wear a jimmy.
..but another thing was fa certain. I was definitely in love before.
"You ready?" I pulled up into the mostly empty parking lot.
"Where are we?" She sat up in her seat looking at the building.
I can't cap, i would be sus as fuck too if I didn't know what was inside it. No windows, just a big ass grey building.
"Come on and let me show you." I said getting out and going to her side of the car to open her door.
She was hesitant but eventually lil mama grabbed my hand and got out.
She was in for a surprise. That's fasho.
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Lelani
We walked from the car and a million thoughts flooded my mind.
Where the fuck are the windows? Why is it so empty out here? What if this is the auctioning site for human trafficking? Omg omg.
I looked up at Christian who just smiled down at me.
This nigga is setting me up. Good thing i brought my pepper spray. Maybe i should run. He never gave you any reason not to trust him though Lele. He too damn fine to be crazy. Bitch I'm sure them girls thought the same thing about Ted Bundy.
My body is about to be sold to the highest bidder and I'm out here arguing with my damn self.
I tensed up and braced myself as we stepped up to the door.
"Lelani chill. I promise when you with me youn got a damn thing to worry bout." He said as he placed his arm over my shoulder, and kissed the side of my forehead.
