The Perfect Guy (Stephen Curry) -ON HOLD-
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  • Reads 82,421
  • Votes 2,292
  • Parts 36
  • Time 3h 46m
Ongoing, First published Jun 08, 2015
Things are not always as they appear , you can have it all but if you're not happy everything feels like a fantasy. 

Justine is a psychologist always fixing everyones problems but what about her own? Why must she always be selfless? Her boyfriend is the "perfect" human in her eyes and everyone else's , But everyone knows no one is truly perfect. 

Stephen is just a local bartender in hopes  
Of one day being drafted into the NBA to make sure his daughter's life stays stable. 

Can Stephen save her or will she be able to save herself? 

Don't feed me sugar coated facts about this world like I'm not in it . -Justine

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Mr. Postman

39 parts Complete Mature

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.