❛❛under all that fucking inked skin, i still see right through you.❜❜
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On her 21st birthday, Jelani Elias River decides to get a tattoo. She's encountered him before and assummed that they'd never see one anoth...
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"Okay, I need to leave," Jelani's friend stated. Lani glared at Verity.
Verity knew what she was doing.
"I have work," She exclaimed. "I'm getting a fucking tattoo that you wanted on MY birthday and now you're leaving me?" Jelani semi-yelled.
The tattoo artist, the one she sang a song with, began on the tattoo she wanted below her ribs. "Hey--" she said as she felt him lifting up her shirt. He looked at her blankly. "Should I do the tattoo or..." He asked. "Sorry," Jelani blushed.
God, he was hot.
"It's okay. Do you want me to continue?" He asked. Jelani's urge and hunger for him increased more and more just by looking at him. "Yes." Daddy.
He lifted up her shirt, exposing her creamy brown skin that smelt of cocoa butter. Jelani was losing her mind. The way he was looking at her skin — he glared at it as if he were about to savor on it.
X A V I E R
Xavier skimmed her chest, the way it elevated as she nervously breathed. "It's okay."
"So...this is weird, but...do you like...remember me?" Jelani questioned.
The question was bound to come. Xavier wanted to be a dick.
"No."
"Oh."
"Do I know you from somewhere?" He replied. "I don't know...." Jelani regretted asking because now, she felt embarrassed. She was embarrassed that she remembered it so vividly and he couldn't.
"Yeah, I remember you," Xavier chuckled. "Drunk girl, yeah?" He smiled. "Yeah."
"But I don't usually drink, just so you know," She clarified. "You sure?" He questioned, looking up and staring into her eyes. "Yep." Jelani watched as his hand pressed on her skin, the drawings were looking phenomenal. "So...is this your full time?"
"Part time. I don't really have much going on in my life," He shrugged, focusing back on the tattoo. "Aren't you supposed to like...plan the tattoo or something? Like... how am I supposed to know you translated it properly?"
She just wanted him to clarify his ethnicity. She was interested.
He looked up and her and moved his hair out of his eyes. "I'm Chinese. I know how to write it, don't worry. I'm not gonna ruin your design. Can you trust me?"
