After thinking about it, I decided to go over to Chris' house. I mean, come on ladies! I know y'all hate being in a bed alone and would rather be cuddled. And plus, he makes me feel so safe. So, I trust that he won't run no games by me because I'll shut that shit down with a quickness.
I grab my Adidas sweatsuit and put it on over my pajamas, which consisted of bloomers (booty shorts, pum pum shorts, short shorts, whatever lol) and a tank top.
I slide on my toms and wrap my hair neatly because this hair was surely not about to get messed up, not with the good money I paid for it. Yes, I consider my weave to be my hair because, as I said, I paid good money for it so it's my property, making it my hair.
As soon as I put the last pin in and wrap a cute cheetah print scarf around my head, Chris calls telling me he's outside-- I sent him my address. I grab my purse with my makeup bag in it and leave the house, entering the car. He had some R&B playing and I immediately fell into a chill state. I shoot Ash a quick text telling her I was at a "friend's" house for the night so she shouldn't trip. I put my head back and let the smooth tunes from the radio lull me to sleep. I felt his hand go on my thigh and I opened one eye to look over at him. He had the slightest grin on his face and then it dropped. I let it go because it wasn't uncomfortable and awkward like I would've usually felt with any other guy-- was weird, but I immediately dismissed the thoughts and began to chill.
We got to his place after about 25 minutes of driving and it was a house. Like a huge house. Not really a mansion, because I doubt he has anyone living with him, but it was big. The outside was beautiful enough to cause me to be on hush mode, as I imagine what the inside looks like and that vine of that girl popped up in my head sayin "he got money!".
"You gonna come out the car ma?" He says, smirking and holding a hand out. I hadn't even noticed that he opened my door and was standing there the whole time.
"Oh... Yeah." I say, grabbing his hand and getting out with my purse in hand.
"Why you need that big ass bag? I got everything up in here."
"It got my makeup shit in it. You got that in your house?" I ask sarcastically, walking up the walkway and stopping at the front door as he looks for the key.
"You really don't need makeup. If it was up to me, you'd never wear it."
I was about to reply, but he opened the door and I didn't say anything. I was too shocked to. I just admired how beautiful his house was as I stepped in. Damn, he really do got money.
To the left was a display living room that had a deep red and gold color theme. To the right was the display dining room and had a blue and silver color theme. We walked straight and there was a passage way. To my right was the kitchen and it was connected to the display dining room by a wall and a door that you could go through. Then, straight ahead was the back of the house and it had a pool, lawn chairs, tennis court, basketball court, and all that good stuff.
To the left was the actual living room and next to it was the study room. We made a left as if we were going to the living room, but there were some stairs by it and we went up them. There were like 10 doors and he told me 5 are regular rooms, 2 are bathrooms, 1 was a game room, another was an office/ meeting room, and the last was a master bedroom. There was a kitchen up here too. I guess it is a mansion. But no doubt about it, this was a dream house.
"Damn b. Ya house is mad sexy." I say, following him to the end of the hall where the master bedroom was. It had a violet and chestnut color. I loved it because purple is my favorite color and I was definitely staying in this room.
He went into the bathroom and came out in some basketball shorts and no shirt. If he was trying to get to me, then it was definitely working.
"You like what you see, don't you?" He says cocky as ever.
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