His Vibe

His Vibe

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It was hard for Jennifer growing since she was adopted and felt like a piece of her was missing. Growing up in Chicago was tough. It was mostly drug dealers outside at night and sometimes you may even hear gunshots. All Jennifer ever wanted yo do was find her missing piece, that made her whole. She finally did when she met a hood nigga name Devin. Devin was a popular dude on the streets for selling weed and drugs etc. They were two opposites but after getting to really know each and falling for each other vibe plus experiencing shit together the two finally fell for each. Even though she was happy with him, Devin was lying about who she really was to him. Will Devin finally confessed about who she really is to him and tell her about who she really is?
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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