GUSTAV ✵✵✵✵✵ (NEXT WEEK) it's 10:32am on a saturday and i'm in the living room with jazz listening to his new song that he just recorded two days ago.
"dude, this is fucking fire!" i praised him when it ended. "i can't wait till you make it. imma be in the front row of every show."
"front row? bitch, you'll be backstage. we're in this together. and i've seen the shit you've written, why don't you come to the studio with me? i know you like working at the bar but you could really been somebody man," he looked at my thoughtfully.
"i dunno man, i'm not sure if i could ever make it."
"bullshit! i'm calling my engineer later on. we're gonna set something up. i gotta go meet someone, i'll hit you back later." and with that he got up, dapped me up, and walked out the front door.
i sighed, sat back on the couch, and decided to go on instagram. i scrolled through my feed for about 15 minutes until a picture of eliza popped up, i didn't even know i followed her on instagram.
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@elizaday9: fuck with me, you know i got it 🦋 609 likes 127 comments
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user: damn mami 🤤
user: THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND
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looking at all these comments infuriated me, they don't know eliza they way i do. well, they don't know her body the way i do, at least. who the fuck are all these people in her comments? i almost dm'ed the person who commented to hit her back, and tell him she's got a boyfriend, but i decided against it.
i don't know what it is about her. i mean, i just found out her last name. eliza day. i snorted at the simplicity of it. my phone buzzes and with that comes a notification on the top of my screen with a text from jazz saying he won't be back until 8pm.
shaking my head i open my messaging app and shoot a text to eliza.
Gustav: i haven't seen you in a week. come over?
i stare at the phone for a few seconds before locking it and putting it down on the coffee table. for the next few minutes i occupy myself by using the bathroom and when i come back i have a missed text from eliza.
eliza: it's mad early, isn't jazz home?
Gustav: he's doing some shit till 8. come thru
Eliza: gimme an hour i'm almost done with the gym
i leave the door unlocked for her like always and decide to lay down to take a nap until she gets here.
it only feels like minutes later, but i wake up because eliza is sucking my dick. she uses her free hand to gently caress my balls and it sends my breathing into an irregular mess.
"lay on the bed," i breathed.
naturally, she does as she's told and it's time for me to return the favor. i slip her sweatpants off and tease her through her panties until i can hear her whimpering. i pull them off too and damn near start devouring her and she runs her fingers through my hair.
we fuck for the next two and a half hours and before i know it it's about 3:10pm and eliza's tapped out. i slip on my briefs and stalk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and decide to grab one for her too.
when i go back into the room and hand it to her, she looks confused but accepts it. i don't blame her. i don't really do anything for her except make her cum.
and that's why she makes the same face when before i can stop myself, i ask her how her day was so far.
"um... it's been okay," she pauses and there's a brief uncomfortable silence. "how was yours?"
i give a small smile and tell her it was good. "jazz was showing me some of his new music and he wants me to come down to the studio with him since i write my own shit."
"that's dope as fuck. i've always wanted to be in the entertainment industry. i really wanna model," she flushed.
"you're sexy as fuck, any agency would snatch you at first glance if you put yourself out there." i winked at her
she gave me a small smile. "i'll think about it,"
we're stuck in yet another uncomfortable silence before i bite my lip and ask her how her date last week went. she snorts and says "i should've canceled and came to see you. guy couldn't satisfy a woman to save his life."
i let out a laugh before composing myself. "that bad, huh?" she snorts again and nods. she has a cute smile.
this is the most conversation we've ever had and to be honest, it's nice. i just don't know if i want to get to know her anymore. what we have is nice, i don't want to fuck that up. i need to put a stop to this.
eliza clears her throat and says that she has to go meet someone and i'm hit with a twinge of jealousy. she shifts off the bed and when she's at the door she turns around and looks at me and asks me what my last name is.
i debate telling her but i'm so fixated on keeping our private life separate from what we have, so i just tell her to lock the door on her way out. ✵✵✵✵✵ hi babies! i hope you all had a good day 💙
