Teairras Pov:
My name is Teairra Lyn Perkins, everybody calls me “tee” though. I’m your typical dime peace 5’2, brown skin, thick, dimples, and a sweet personality (sometimes). I may be small but my temper is out of control, you can ask around and they’ll tell you. Growing up in Chicago and being 22 is not easy especially because I have a five year old son named Omari, but we all call him “Mar”. Mar’s dad is currently locked up, all I know is hoods niggas. But as of right now, mar is my main priority so all that other shit is going to have to wait.
Guapo’s Pov:
Mann, my names Guapo. I don’t love no bitch im all about my money and my grind, Im not going to tell y’all all my government and shit you could be 12 and I don’t fuck with em. Im the hottest nigga in Chicago right now you probably already know what I do and if you don’t then shit that’s not my problem you can’t catch on, to say im running shit would be an understatement. Shit im only 23 and im doing better than a lot of you niggas. I got the cars, money, bitches offering to give up as I walk down the street I mean who could resist a nigga like me. Im probably the sexiest nigga running shit, dreads, gold’s, stay clean, and a nigga attitude will make you hate and love me at the same time. All im worried about this paper and nothing is going to get in the way of that. STRAIGHT UP!!!
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.
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Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless?
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