"I said not now, so go sit your ass down and wait." he growled. I could tell he was trying to compose himself.
I rolled my eyes and said, "You know what, go fuck yourself." As I was about to turn to walk away, a rough hand grabbed the back of my nec...
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Best sleep I've gotten in years.
I don't wanna get too much into my dream but I'll give you two names, young Morris Chestnut and young Terrence Howard.
Throughout my childhood, Grandma and I watched 90s-00s movies and I had my lil crushes, two of them being these fine specimens. Now, even though Terrence Howard was a menace to society in most of his movie roles, we sure did have a good time in my dream. And don't even get me started on me and Mr. Chestnut's fun time...
I woke with a satisfied smile on my face and I stared at the ceiling for a good five minutes before deciding to get up. Before I go to the bathroom I always look for my bonnet in my bed since that hoe likes to come off in the middle of the night. But as I searched, I realized that it was nowhere to be seen. Just the start of my morning.
I went to the bathroom mirror to see the damage that's been done on my head but only found that my bonnet was safely secured on my head.
God is on my side today!
And for the rest of my morning getting ready for the day, I was so happy. Sometimes I would even recall the events from last night...skipping over the embarrassing parts of course.
I decided to wear something other than sweats today, so I rummaged through the closet and picked out a brown cropped tank top with a flannel shirt, and a pair of khaki cargo pants.
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(this is actually her btw)
I tied half of my braids up in a high ponytail and left the rest down. I also made sure to leave two braids in the front. Edges are a must so of course I did them too.
I got a good look at myself in the mirror to make sure everything looked fine.
"Damn I look good!" I hyped myself up. Don't you just love getting all cute just to stay home? Because I missed that feeling.
I went downstairs to find no one but Roman in the kitchen.
"Where you goin'?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Is it a crime to look cute?" I gave him a gummy smile.
"Your only crime are those gums," he burst out into laughter as my smile fell.
"Fuck you." I walked past him and rummaged through the fridge. "Where are the cooks?"
"Ezra allows his house workers to go on vacation at a certain time of the year, and it's that time of the year," he explained.
