Curved Edges ✔

(115) Curves and Colors

♡ AMA

Noah ran out of my hotel room so fast that he created a gust of wind. I stare at the closed door and repeat the words he said in my head: "I'll see you at power yoga. I have to go."

He was fine with joining me in the bath. Or so I thought he was. 

I look at the alarm clock on the nightstand to see how much time I have before my power yoga class starts. I still have over an hour and it's in the gym of the hotel on the ground floor.

I grab my notebook and pen and lay down on the bed, on my belly with my legs up. I read through my list of things I want to achieve. My dreams for the future.

I want to ask Madama Antoine if I can start some sort of internship with her. Learning the ropes of the business to see if I'm a good fit. I have to admit that using my business skills to run a strip club was never a dream of mine but I'm starting to get very excited about the idea.

I need to contact Francois. I want vintage power dresses to look the part and he's the person to get them from. I want to go back to the gym, stay fit when I sit on my ass most of the day to run the club. 

I want to turn Montell's apartment into my home. Even if it's in the same building as Donté's. I want to carve out time to meditate and read books. Spend time with my real family.

I click the pen and write whatever pops in my mind down.

Barbeques with staff. Dance school? Training? Outfits?

Feli dance manager. Donté wait staff manager. Montell security. Divide and conquer.

I turn the page and the pen hovers above the blank paper. Right, I can do this. I take a deep breath and start writing feverously.

Self-esteem. Self-love. Positive things about me. Confidence. Claiming my space. 

Being in control of my life and my emotions.

I get up and stand in front of the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. 

I look at her. The girl who's boss material, according to Madame Antoine. She thinks I'm beautiful too. Donté and Noah think I am, even X does. But what do they see?

I close my eyes and breathe in through my nose, slowly letting the air out through my mouth. 

I open my eyes again and look at the freckles dusting my pale skin. I carefully smile at myself as I look into my own eyes. They are a pretty shade of green. And I guess pale skin could be beautiful.

I cup my boobs and imagine Donté's hands on them. His skin looked beautiful against mine. The contrast making mine look paler. His skin is like my favorite coffee, with a dash of cream. If my skin wasn't this pale, his wouldn't stand out as much.

I push my boobs together and repeat his compliments in my head; beautiful, soft, sexy, hot. I tilt my head and try to see what he sees, slowly turning a little, twerking and chuckling.

I grab my butt and have to admit that it's a magical ass. X came in his pants because of it, Donté kissed it and was mesmerized by it, and Noah jerked himself off after seeing how it stretched the fabric of my leggings. 

Yeah, it's a hot ass dammit. Bootyfull.

I chuckle again and think of Noah. My beauty made him stutter, he even wanted to sniff my shoes. Even little Benny loves me. Conan does and according to everyone that knows him, he doesn't like people. Mona and her mom and dad do...

I stare at my naked body again and my eyes take in my long, ginger hair. It's a beautiful, natural color that makes me stand out in a crowd. My pale, freckled skin, tight around my voluptuous curves, reflecting the light that hits it, turning pink with every emotion. My green eyes, that fit the red hair and pale skin in terms of contrast. 

It's a pretty nice combo.

No, it's a beautiful combination. 

I'm a beautiful mix of reds, greens, and pales.

My hands roam over my body, following the curve of my hips with love and attention, squeezing my ass as I wink at myself. Yeah, I see it. She's hot that Ama girl. She wears her colors and plump body well. 

I sway my hips and open my suitcase to find an outfit for my power yoga class.

Noah warned me and told me the class was very physical. So I guess I should wear light clothes. My eyes land on the black booty shorts and old thoughts try to make their way into my brain. Telling me I shouldn't squeeze my ass into them.

Fuck it! I'm wearing it. 

I put them on and they are a snug fit. Perfect.

I pull out my hot pink sports bra and put it on, pulling the zipper up as I look down at my assets. Hello ladies! A snug fit as well. 

I smirk and debate covering myself up more.

No, we're doing this girl. Own the body that was gifted to you. Show it off. 

I pull my hair into a high ponytail and apply some waterproof mascara and peach lip balm, giving myself a once over and smiling wide at myself. Fuck yes! I look hot.

I step out of my hotel room and knock on Noah's door across the hall but he doesn't respond. Maybe he's in the gym already. 

I hum on my way to the location of my first power yoga class.

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♡ NOAH

I go over my notes again and check the music I would like to play, hoping it will please the red-headed goddess that was responsible for my quick retreat and release earlier. 

I thought this trip would be good for her and I still think it is but fuck me, it's torture. I want to fuck her so bad and be her friend at the same time.

Yeah, yeah. I know it doesn't work that way. But how do you stop lusting after someone so gorgeous? She has a monopoly on my thoughts and dreams. My dick twitches just thinking of her.

Down boy.

The first people come in and I greet them with a smile.

Suddenly my eyes catch a glimpse of ginger hair in a high ponytail, swaying along with voluptuous hips with every step. Her boobs are squeezed together in her bright pink sports bra and I can just see that ass in my mind, putting a strain on the fabric of those booty shorts.

Fuck.

I put my hand in my pocket to try and hide the boy that is not going down soon.

Yeah, torture. 

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Squeezed this one out before bed. 
So there might be typos I missed cause I'm tired.
I hope you enjoyed it though.
Let me know.

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