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Y/n smiled as she got a kiss on the cheek from her boyfriend Justin. "I'll see you after I get off work." "Alright honey." Y/n waved as he walked out of her workplace. As he pulls up to the window, Y/n blows a kiss and waves him off.
"Cute ass." she mumbled, holding her briefcase as she walked to the elevator. Pressing the number of her floor, she leaned on the rail.
Soon it stopped on the 3rd floor, letting a few people on. She was on the higher floors of the apartment building so she would have to wait a while. Then it was only one other person.
"some ride huh?" she tries to break the ice. "heh, yeah. I've had a long day today. And I'm tryna get home." The man leans against the other side of the elevator, scanning Y/n. "I feel that." they looked at each other, only to freeze.
"Bryson...? Hi." "Well, well, well. It's been a while, baby. " he smirks, rubbing his mouth as he looked her up and down. "You look good, ma."
"I know I do." she pulls at her hair a little. "But thank you." "Got all cocky on a nigga, huh?" "Not cocky, just confident." she corrected. "Well, excuse me." Bryson raised his hands in defense.
She rolls her eyes. "What you doing here?" "I finished touring and I'm planning to release an album soon. I ain't even know you live here... This is interesting."
Y/n raised her eyebrows, rolling her eyes again before facing the elevator doors. Suddenly the elevator jolted, stopping in its place.
"Oh hell no." Y/n pressed the emergency button. "Calm down shorty."
Someone speaks on the monitor, staying that they would be there in an hour. "Fucking great..." she mumbled, putting down her suitcase.
"Such language..." "Nigga fuck you." she claps back, causing Bryson to sit up a bit. "Yo, watch your mouth lil girl." "I'm older than you, lil boy." she clowned. "Alright, being smart."
"And what's the real reason you're here? Because last time I checked, I wasn't the one who left." She was still hurt... That pain never faded.
"Look, Y/n, I apologized a million times already." Bryson walked closer to her. "I can never take back what I did. But," He steps in front of her. "I'm here now. And I want to make us right again."
"Y'all didn't work out, did you?" she gives a look and he groans. "I'll take that as a yes. I told you that you wouldn't have worked out. There's no one who was as down for you other than your family. Remember that?" she pointed at his chest.
"Now you stuck and trying to get me again. I'm nobody's second choice. And I'm damn sure-" Bryson wrapped his arms around her waist, causing her to gasp silently.
"Let go of me." "I'm not doing that again." he replied, pulling her closer and Y/n looking away. "I'm here to stay." "I'm not single anymore."
"Sucks to suck, doesn't it?" "Bryson!" she exclaimed. "I'm not playing about you, girl. And I know you haven't gave homeboy none either." he looked down at her.
"How would you know that?" "I was the only one. Always have been." "Wasn't the same for you." she muttered, pushing him away only for him to pin her body against the cold rail.
"I haven't... Not even her. Not since I left you. I told you that you were gonna be the only one to have all of me. And I meant that. " his tattooed hand held her chin and he tilted her head up. "Come here." Holding her cheeks with his two fingers, his tongue danced with hers as they shared a kiss.
