She looked beautiful. She looked like art. But art wasn't supposed to look beautiful. It was supposed to make you feel something.
; the ink stops here, our story never will
Including:
strong language
sex
violence
drinking
smoking
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After begging Onika to come with us to this club, she gave in and I had this victorious smirk on my face.
Right now I was at my house making myself ready. I took a long hot shower, washed my hair, put on some skin and body care and got dressed into some shit so I could put my make up on.
iMessage:
onika maraj: hey what kind of make up did you do? More like party stuff of classic? when you gonna come to pick me up?
me: I'll show you me: I'll come by 9:30 or smth, Kelly and Michelle are already waiting for us there
onika maraj: alright
me:
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me: more like the classy stuff
onika maraj: u look beautiful onika maraj: I'll see u then
me: be ready when I text u me: and thank you 🥹
After having this little conversation with Nicki, I finished all my stuff, put on some Accessoires as well as some perfume and last but not least my heels.
On my way outside, I made a confident look in the mirror to make sure I looked good and all piped up.
Following by taking my keys, I made my way out to my car and started the engine driving to Onikas house.
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iMessage:
me: I'm here, u ready?
onika maraj: give me 2
me: no me: I'm kidding me: come on me: FASTER me: it's so hot you know that? me: I already turned on the conditioner me: it's still hot me: :) me: aight I'll drive now
