Taraji
2:30pm2 weeks later
Me and Terrence sat out on the patio looking over wedding plans with our wedding planner. I was so undecided on almost everything that was suggested. Every venue I denied , every food selection I denied.
Today wasn't my day to be productive my hormones wasn't allowing it , eyeballing Terry as he sat next to me listening intensely nodding as Gigi spoke. He would glance over at me to see my approval but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.
His fresh cut was doing something to me. The way his jaw clenched when he was thinking about something. Or the way he would lick his lips.
The sun hit his eyes making them bright and vibrant. This man was so sexy and he was all mine.
"White and gold are perfect wedding color schemes."Gigi our wedding planner agreed as she laid out some designs. Terrence looked over at me for my approval.
I hummed pressing my lips together. I was undecided , I didn't want to be a bridezilla but I wanted my wedding to be perfect down to the t. Everything was happening all at once. I felt one of my hormonal episodes coming on. Tears started to form...again.
I sniffed looking down. Terrence sighed.
"Taraji oh my god please honey."He huffed. This had to be my third time crying. I didn't know why but I felt overwhelmed.
"No it's just too much."I said fanning my eyes.
"Then why get married?."Gigi said underneathe her breathe rolling her eyes.I shot her a glare , my eyes stay planted on this $2 hoe.
Who was she talking to? I mean really who the hell was she talking to?.
I began to rise from the patio couch but Terrence stepped in easing my frame back down before I said something.
"Yeah you check her before I do."I warned him.
"Uh Gigi we are gonna cut this session short today you can find the door...oh yeah your fired." Terrence said standing to his feet.
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Playing With Fire
FanfictionA Ter-Raji story. I knew he was married and I didnt care because I knew what was on camera wasnt real. You may think what everyone else is thinking that Im a woman and I should have some type of respect for myself. But I wasnt the other woman , his...