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"Put that shit down Mars, we not buying no damn Frosted Flakes, when you dead got 3 boxes in my crib unopened."
I stale faced Mars as I leaned against our shopping cart, pushing my Cartier frames up on my nose. We were currently inside Whole Foods in Harlem trying to find some shit fill up my house. Because and I quote Marlee was tired of eating Roman Noodles when she comes over.
"Whatever punk like you don't have 10 boxes of Oreo cookies in the cabinet at your crib"
I pushed the cart into the back of her thigh as she reached for my favorite chips.
" Did you just hit me, with the cart?"
We shared a laugh as she throw the chips at me. I caught them with one hand, throwing them in the cart as Marlee checked off our grocery list.
I smirked as Mars petite thick ass bent over to grab something from a lower self. I licked my lips as I pulled my phone out my jeans pocket.
I put the camera on her as I recorded.
" twerk something for a real nigga Mars"
She looked back at me with a sly smirk as she got up and checked the aisle both ways before she turned to the shelves giving me a little show. Bending over in her grey sweatpants dropping it low before blowing a kiss in the camera.
I posted the video to my Snap with the caption -Can't Take her anywhere😍👀😋-
A hour later we finished with our shopping as I packed my car trunk with my groceries. I helped Mars into the passenger set as she talked my head off about one of her students parents.
"And she always late to pick Eric up, like bish I got a life too.. my hours are from 8 am - 4 pm. not 6pm hoe"
I smirked over at her, as her beautiful lips formed into a pout, rolling her eyes putting her seatbelt on. Mars was gorgeous without even trying.
Today she had just clear lip gloss on with a little mascara. Her dark honey brown skin glow with warmth even though the New York City winter was knocking at our door.
My monogram Burberry bucket hat looked good as fuck on her. The black leather jacket and casual grey sweats she had on set the laid back look off more. With out even trying Mars was always on her A game dress wise, one of the many things I fucks with about her. We can talk fashion and she know her shit. I think it has alot to do with her mother being a designer, she spoke on it briefly once but I never pushed the subject after.
"East you listening?"
Mars smirked over at me playfully rolling her eyes again as I leaned over pulling her face to mine by her chin connecting our lips in a sensual slow kiss.
