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One night stands were Yora's thing. Michael Jackson was no different. One night was all they had.
*Dissociative Identity Disorder*
A disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct per...
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Friday Night
❣︎ Yora ❣︎
I didn't know how to take this man's "compliment."
Yeah maybe I was the brokest bitch in that club, but that didn't warrant for him to point it out.
"Uhm... Thank you?" I said, more so as a question.
"I did mean any harm, Miss..."
"Yora."
He smiled. "Yora. A beautiful name you have." He said. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.
I was thrown off guard. This man came up to me with a shitty compliment, and then switched to being quite charming. A gentleman if you will.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Michael." He said. "I prefer Leon, but that's what I always end up getting called." He mumbled.
I wasn't sure if I heard him correctly, because that didn't make any sense.
"You prefer what?" I asked.
He lowered his brows. "What are you talking about?"
I was really starting to get weirded out. He only got a pass because he's possibly the most attractive man I've ever seen. His jet black curls, and brown eyes are his most complimenting features.
"You looked bored." Michael said.
"You didn't seem to be having much fun either." I responded.
He licked his lips before speaking. "Then why sit around in here all night? Let's get the hell out of here." He said.
I raised a brow. Not even five minutes into this conversation, he was trying to get between my legs. I'm ashamed to admit that it was working.
His mere presence and him being so close to me made me melt. His sexily mysterious vibe drew me into him in more ways than one.
"And go where?" I questioned flirtatiously.
He tilted his head to the side. "I have a place for a night." He reached out his large hand, beckoning for me to grab it. I did without hesitation and we made our way to the doors of the club.
It was easy for us to make it through the cluster of people because when they noticed Michael, an obvious man of high status, they moved out of our way.
We stepped out of the club, and we instantly ran into AJ.
"Yo, ma? What you doin'?" He asked, pretty angrily.
