"What are you talking about Sebastian? You and I both know you are happily married. Besides, you don't know nothing about me. I'll wreck your little world." She said as she laughed, heading towards the exit. "I'm sorry love, but I think it's you who don't know anything about me. Wrecking my world?! Girl you must be crazy! I only look like this. Trust me I'm the truth!" He said as he fixed his collar. "Don't let this suit and tie fool you now." Tiffany had a puzzled look on her face. Thinking, "What the fuck could he possibly know about anything besides this damn job and his lil family?! With his Pretty Boy Floyd looking ass!"
Sebastian stood about 5'11. His skin was reminiscent of honey. Golden and pure. His thick dark hair pulled back in a slick ponytail. His eye color was cognac and deep enough to get you lost for hours. If you liked that type. He smelled of high end Cologne and weighed in at about 200lbs of muscle. Although you couldn't tell from those suits he wore everyday.
He must've read her mind because without a second thought he answered hers. "Baby girl, this job ain't the only thing I know and my family they good. Trust me! I can take care of you and home." He held out a card with his number on it and five crispy hundred dollar bills folded underneath. On the back of the card it said, "Buy you something nice and I'll be to get you Friday around 8. Don't make me wait love." Before She could finish reading the card and decline he was gone. "What the fuck?" Tiff was puzzled.
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Damaged Goods
General FictionThrough trials and tribulations, a broken girl named Tiffany gets a little more than she bargained for. With her man doing a 15 year prison stint, and new baby in tow, she finds herself doing things she normally wouldn't. With a horrible childhood a...
