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HOW IT ALL BEGAN PART 2
Whoa, it's morning And we slept the night away It happened Now we can't turn back the hands of time, no, no -Kelly price So I step outside with Mr. lee and he is looking fine as hell with his Antique denim jeans on and graphic tee and Gucci sneakers and I just want to bite his neck. I’ll tell you one thing my favorite drink (Apple martini) has got me feeling very nice and I am just ready to jump on this man. As he lights his Newport 100 and takes a long pull of it I notice the beauty mark he has on his finger, it is so pretty and the veins popping out of his whist just make his buff arms look so strong and masculine and I just cant wait to have him grab me up like I know he will be doing later on tonight because I know he wants the good good that I have. He catches me staring at his arms and starts to chuckle and says “You like what you see?” I blush and light my own cigarette and shiver as the fall breeze brushes through my freshly washed and set hair and reply “Yeah I do and can’t wait to sample it!” He gives me a sneaky grin and says “Well I don’t give out samples so you either get the entire package or you can just go without. But you’re well educated so I’m sure you’ll make the right decision. And I guess you being drunk doesn’t hurt in helping you make up your mind either” “First of all I’m not drunk! As I stand up straight Second I definitely do want you but I have heard a lot about you and I need some questions answered before I just start giving out the good good” “Oh is that what you call it huh I thought your name was Nicky but I guess I’m standing in front of Miss. Ashanti herself” I respond with “Well actually I have the GREAT GREAT but good good has a nice twang to it.” We both laugh in unison and I can’t help but to notice how fine he is and we make eye contact. Not just any eye contact but that you know that I know… that you know that I know that you know that I know that you want me type of eye contact…You know but then
Our little romantic moment was rudely interrupted by some fool kicking and screaming with a bottle of grey goose in his hand being pulled out the club screaming about his Gucci glasses he swears some bitch stole off his shirt while he was dancing with her. He’s telling the bouncers they better not put him down or else he’s going to kill all of them and they was lucky that the bottle still had liquor in it or else one of them damn sure would be taking it upside the head. I didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was my boy T. I just started laughing and thought to myself AND THE EVENING BEGINS here he is in a drunken stupor and want to fuck everybody up and if I his Miss. Narje weren’t there he damn sure would do it but I tell Lee I have to go I have to make sure my boy gets home safely. After we exchange numbers he pulls me into him and says maybe I should take the two of you home since your drunk and I wouldn’t want anything t happen to your fine ass; at least not before I engrave my name in that pussy! That alone will make you want to stop drinking all together and plus I got some bomb ass haze that we can blow down on the way to wherever your going.” As tempted as that sounds I couldn’t do it because me and my crew come together we leave together so I just tell him as soon as I make sure my boy gets home I’ll hook up with him later in the night seeing that it was only a little past 1 and if he has some dick that’s going to make ME stop drinking I have got to try it. He kisses me on the forehead and says I’ll be waiting and I say I know and begin to walk away. While my main focus is on my boy who the bouncers are afraid to let go of because he is really crazy my second focus is on Lee and him staring at my ass. I know he is and I want to turn around so bad but my pride won’t let me so I just try and rush over to my boy who sent one of the bouncers inside to look for the chick with his glasses. T says to me “Who was that clown ass nigga you was over there talking to that nigga aint stopped staring at you since you walked over here and…no fuck that why are why am? am I? why are ya’ll homo ass motherfuckers still on me let me fucking go trying to cop a fuccin feel I ain’t drunk. Yall betta raise the fuck up off me raise the fuck up” Im laughing cause I know he’s just imitating martin which he always does when he’s drunk. Sir just calm down we will let you go when we think you are ready. I just start laughing because my boy is obviously drunk and he just looks so cute in his antique jeans and graphic tee diamond studded ears wrist and neck and Louis vittoun sneakers but I’m also giggling because he just confirmed what I already knew that Mister Lee has been staring at me the entire time since I walked away from him. GOTCHA!!! As I escort him to the car and he tells me about the grimey bitch that stole his glasses I inform him that they fell while he was sancing with her and I picked them up and put them in my Louis Vittoun bag. We both start laughing as he finishes the bottle of Grey Goose and throws it to the floor we hop in my brand new 2009 range rover to the next club the most poppin club in all of New York my boy Ts crib which was decked out in all plush leather furniture and the most beautiful fully stocked bar you will ever see! As T goes over to pour 6 shots of tequila which was our daily after the club ritual I look at my phone and see I have 4 missed calls and 6 text messages but those three shots my boy pours for me looks more appealing. As I inhale the first three I make my way to the Ciroc and the next thing I know it 10 am and t and I are sprawled out on his living room floor half naked!
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