Good Girls Need Love Too.

a truth & a lie pt. 2

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.

Welp.. here goes. I pushed the door open and—

I instantly froze.

This shit was beautiful.

Paint splatters covered the back walls. A girl sat in the corner painting something on an easel.

On one side of the building there was colorful broken glass everywhere, and some people were actually making the glass for people to throw.

On the other side, there were easels and people sipping wine, painting what looked like a naked lady.

I moved farther into the building and indeed. She was definitely naked. She was so beautiful. Chocolate skin, curvy figure, naturally blue eyes, and a big ass afro.

I was drawn to her.

"You like it?" Christian asked scratching the back of his head.

"I loveeeee it Christian!" I said on the verge of tears.

Im so emotional. No one has ever done anything so sweet for me.

He smiled, wide as hell. "I love to hear that. What you wanna do first?"

"I- i wanna try and paint her." I smiled shyly.

He looked at her briefly, trying not to stare. I don't even blame him. " Well let's do—"

"Alright everyone, it's time to use our model as our canvas. Any volunteers?" I guess the man who was in charge said.

Christian walked behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, putting his head in the crook of my neck. "You mind if i go paint you something?" He whispered in my ear.

Only if you let me see your paintbrush.

"Oh word? That's how you coming?" He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I realized I said that shit out loud and I know my face was tomato red.

"Yeahhhh thats what I thought lil girl. So can I?"

I nodded, afraid of what would come out of my mouth next. Shit, the way i was talking.. i was afraid of what would go in it.

He stepped up and told the man that he wanted to paint.

"Well, we don't got no requirements, except you only got 10 minutes. Freestyle it young blood."

"Bet that." Christian replied, smiling.

He grabbed the woman's hand, guiding her to where he wanted her to stand. He went behind her and started painting.

I was a little jealous because her ass was all in his face, but he kept looking at me, biting his lip.

This man is fucking with meeee.

What if he can't even paint?

"Ight youngblood, time's up."

Christian grabbed her arms and turned her to face the rest of us.

Everyone clapped and laughed at the beautiful painting, but i just stood there crying.

My pussy ass cried for everything but this.. this was so special.

The lady's back was painted all white. There were angels hovering over a garden.

And coming right in between her butt cheeks was a hand reaching up to pick one of the flowers.

.. it's my mom's hand.. picking me.

He came over to give me a hug, cupping my face.

"I hope you like it mama." Christian looked deep into my eyes.

*crying*

"I'll take that as a yes." He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Th-thh-this is the bbb-best date everrrrr. I love everything about the painting and i like everything about you." I was sobbing at this point.

We stood there smiling at each other, but deep down, i knew i was wrong.

A truth and a lie.

I really did love everything about the painting. And i really like Christian..

but the only bad part is..

He ain't Rugrat.