By: Gena
“I gotta have you,” he said. She blushed. “I don’t know what to say..” “Don’t say anything, just let me savor and enjoy this moment.”
She pulled away from his tight hold. “Who are you ?, ” she asked. “Like, I don’t even know your name.” He grabbed her arm and slowly rubbed his thumb over her elbow, leaned in close to whisper, “Dorian.” “Well Dorian, what do you do?” she asked. He laughs. “You really wanna know ?” She got nervous. Please don’t say rapper, she thought to herself.
“I mean by the way you’re talkin’, it seems like you’re into the arts or something,” she said. “Mmmh, is that right?” he asked. She smiled and blurted out, ” Listen , is it top secret or something ? Just tell me! ”
“I’m a stripper” he answered. She froze. In the back of her mind, she thought to herself, Oh hellllll no, not another stripper! Don’t need one of those, again.
They both stared at each and moments later, bursted out in laughter.
“Good one,” she told him. He shakes it off and says, “Let me show you who I am. Take out your phone.” She obliged. He went straight to Google and entered in his name. She gasped! “You’re not serious!” she screamed. Drunk eyes darted from the picture back to his face and the process repeated. The hair, face, everything matched! The Don Julio 1942 made it hard to process. The room spun! How could she not have realized.
“You’re like a real famous person. Like a whole celebrity!” she said in excitement.
And he wants me!!!, she thought.
“Chill, I’m just me,” he said, all modest and typical famous person like. She scrolls down the webpage, excited about this entire moment. Nothing like this has ever happened to a girl like her. She felt liberated, sexy, confident, beautiful! She remembered him in music videos and TV shows. It was crazy! She scrolled further down the webpage and then, a bullet shoots through her fragile heart. Four letters, appeared, W…I…F….E… ! Mr. celebrity was married.
“Wait, you’re married??” she asked with a serious frown on her face. “We’re separated,” he said. Before she could respond, her perfect moment was bombarded by a couple of her semi-jealous friends. “Ummm, are you just going leave us all by ourselves?” they asked. She gave them the look of death. “Excuse you, “she said. OMG that was so ghetto,! she thought to herself. She looked at him. He smiled. “ Listen, here is my number. Just call me Dorian, from now on. Text me, so I can lock you in,” he told her. She didn’t want to leave. This was a “once in a lifetime moment” that will probably never happen again. He pulled her close, another time. She felt chills down her spine. “ I meant what I said. I gotta have you and see you again, before I leave town,” he said.
She smiled, turned away, and damn near ran over to join back with those c*** blockin’ friends. “Y’all will never guess who that was!” she screamed. Her friends responded in unison,”Whooooooooo !” She grabs her phone, with her hands still trembling from the excitement. “Look,” she said, referencing the Google search. They looked up at her. “Noooooo!!!,” they screamed. “Yesss,” she screamed back. While she and her friends continued to look through the google search, all through his pictures and infamous timeline of industry accolades, she felt a presence. She looked up and it was him, staring at them, staring at his entire life, online. “Oh shit,” she said. “ See I told you to chill” he said. She was so embarrassed. “Put your phone away and come here,” he said. She followed him a few steps away. “I just couldn’t leave without saying good bye.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I WILL see you soon.” Then, he turned and left.
3:01am, an outgoing text from her. “Hey, just texting you to lock you in.”
4:13am, an incoming text message from him.“It was so good being in your presence tonight. I can’t wait to see you again. Sweet dreams beautiful.
“Damn, I’m never leaving California, again!” she thought to herself.
The rest of the story continues into part 3! Sorry Guys!!
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