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ride home with Latrice. I'd call my friend I came here
with to come back and take me home but her ass is really tripping tonight.
You know what ? I'll take you up on your offer,it sounds good. I
should be OK to drive in a little while.”Carmen said.
“ Sit down here while I go
let Cortez know what's up and I'll be ready to go.”
A few moments later DeSean came back
and they headed out of the club with Carmen leading the way the
best way she could to her car.
By the time they arrived at DeSean's
place Carmen was lightly snoring in the passenger seat.
“ We're here sleepy head.”
DeSean said giving her a slight nudge. He helped her out of the car
and into his house where he immediately escorted her to his guest
bedroom. Damn! She's fine as hell but I
hope she ain’t no damn drunk? DeSean
thought laughing to himself. What the hell
has gotten into me bringing her to my house? DeSean thought questioning himself. He
never... ever let
women he didn't know come by his home. Women he did know couldn't even come over
unless they were invited. It had been some time since he'd actually
dated a woman so it was easy to avoid the drama of it all. He just
went to their place. Which never was a problem because most women
he showed the slightest bit of interest in did their best to make
him as comfortable as possible in the hopes of locking him down
into a relationship with them.
This Carmen is
interesting, DeSean thought looking at her
knocked out on the bed. Very smart,funny
and damn attractive....though it's clear she can't drink. I'm going
to let her know too! The last thing I need is to get interested in
a woman after all this time and find out she has a drinking
problem. That's a weakness I wont allow in my life.
DeSean went to his bedroom
and grabbed a t-shirt for her to wear. He came back in and began to
take her shoes off, talking to her the entire time,telling her
exactly what he was doing as he was coaxing her out of her dress
and pulling the t-shirt over her head. Carmen was wearing a very
nice black lace bra and panty set he couldn't help but notice.
DeSean pulled the covers back on the bed and got her properly
tucked in. He couldn't stop himself from taking a final look at her
face before leaving,flawless mocha brown complexion,long eyelashes
and succulent full lips. She's definitely beautiful....I still hope
she's not a drunk! DeSean turned out the light,closing the door
behind him. Hmm, this definitely isn't
day-wear, he thought holding up her dress,
but I'll throw it in the washer and get it ready for her by morning
so she has something clean to wear and walked down to his laundry
room before going into his bedroom to have a shower and get some
sleep.
***
Adam & Antoinette (The
Past & Present )
Adam,Sean and Cortez
pulled up to Toni's place. The three of them were suited up in
black Armani, from head to toe. All three men looked amazing with
their own individual beauty from white,brown to black. Seeing them
together always drew stares from women in any environment. Adam
Wheeler with his 6ft2in tanned ivory skin,lean and muscular,
closely shaved and tapered hair and striking hooded,ocean blue
eyes. Cortez Luna was everyone's Latin fantasy. Standing an even
6ft tall with a solid muscular build, his ebony hair fell in waves
just grazing his shoulders. Lightly bronzed skin, deep chocolate
brown eyes with lashes so long women paid money to have what God
gave him naturally.
Rounding off the handsome
trio was Sean Walker 6ft 4, 220 pounds of dark,rich chocolate made
up of pure lean muscle with a perfectly shaped round,smooth head
.Sean was notorious for his tongue game and women all over the city
were willing to pay top dollar to have his smooth head between
their thighs. For the right price Sean was willing to
oblige.
“ Man, go get Toni.” Cortez
said to Adam.
“ Why do I need to go get
her?” Adam asked leaning back in the black leather seat. Trying to
pretend he wasn't anxious to see what she had on. Last