To the outside world, they are known as the black millionaire power couple, but to Sayria, she's just a wife held against her will, trying to escape.
Sayria Johnson has everything she has ever wanted, a great family, great friends, a successful mil...
It was nearing 2:30, and I knew we would have to be heading out soon so that we would have enough time to change.
I began packing up all my things in my bag when Mica and Sumayyah came parading through the doors.
"Are you ready to go love?" Mica asked as they both crowded around me.
"Yeah, can you just give me some personal space please" I moved back a bit.
"But you used to love when we used to be all up in your little cute face." Sumayyah cooed, pinching my cheeks, jokingly.
I tried laughing it off and lightly pushed her hand away. "Well, I don't."
"It's just the hormones talking," Sumayyah said trying to excuse my irritating actions.
But it wasn't the hormones talking. Over the past few years, I slowly weaned myself off from wanting people to touch me or being really close to me. After the first two years, the beatings truly started to take a toll on me, and the body. I became distant, of course, no one noticed because I still continued to be the happy spirit that I am.
But now, every time I felt someone touch me, I always thought of Deshawn touching me, to hurt me again. I would try closing my eyes to erase the memory. Although, it's never something you can truly ever forget, especially if the evidence is on you, reminding you of every previous encounter with him.
I glanced at the stack of numerous applicant profile information on my desk.
"Hey, did you guys ever find a model to replace Marcus, I need someone new stat? The deadline for the new line of clothing for SMS has to be launched in less than two weeks. I need a good hard worker, not some lazy bum who isn't going to show up or be on time for their photoshoot sessions."
The girls could tell I sounded a bit angry, which I was. One of our top models walked out on us two weeks before our launch, all because he wanted to act like a whole drama queen. And I know it's not hard to easily find a new replacement, but, I feel like whatever job you do, you should be dedicated to it, and give it your all, not slack off just because you can't get what you want, or it gets too hard. Plus, you can't just pick anyone to be a model, they have to be someone...
"Someone like him" Mica pointed out as if she read my mind. Sumayyah then directed my attention to a tall light skin man, standing beside her at the door. My eyes traveled up and down the man's figure. He was cute I guess...Okay, let me stop playing! This man is the definition of finnnneeee. He had on an all-black suit, and he had his curly hair pulled back into two braids, his hair faded on either side. He had a slight unibrow, but somehow he was able to pull it off as a fashion statement.
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Sumayyah's "coughing" stopped me from gazing any longer at the man.
"Sayria, this is Mr. Jeremiah Wilson" Sumayyah smirked, noticing that I was still eyeing him down.
