Faith and Dave both want a relationship, but aren't eager in taking that step with anyone. Faith feels she is unworthy of love and Dave thinks he doesn't have time for love.
When they meet, will they display that smile?
"Oh so you wanted to look like me tonight? Ass and titties showing tonight?" Nyasia asked as she came out of my room.
"Ew. That word is so vulgar and you see who sitting on the couch first, right? I got dressed before you honey, so you trying to be like me sweet pea." I fluffed my hair and stood up. "Let's go before I change my mind."
"You can't change your mind. We already went over this," she laughed as we walked out the door. "I'll drive."
"Glad you knew your position. We both know I hate driving." We laughed. It's true. I only do it because I have to. It's boring. —————— Nyasia and I just arrived at 1 Oak after dinner. Walking into the club, I already want to leave. There's so many people in here!
"Let's go get a drink!" Nyasia yelled over the music playing.
I'm not much of a drinker, but with my nerves getting to me, I needed one. Walking to the bar, I ordered a shot of patron and downed it.
FeFe by 69 and Nicki came on and I did a little head nod. I want to go all out and rap, but I just feel uncomfortable right now.
3 more shots later I'm feeling more relaxed. Then my song came on. Big. Bank.
"Uh ohhh. Back again. Back to back Maybach, stack the M's," I rapped with everything in me. "Tell T.I.P. Rubber bands on my bankrolll! Show my ass like a stank hoe!" I did a little twerk. Confession. I wouldn't do that with a sober mind in front of people. I'll throw it all day by myself though.
"Dave East is in the building!" the DJ shouted through the mic.
I look up and there he was. He looked nice. Really nice.
Dave's POV
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"Dave East is in the building!" The DJ said over the speaker as I settled in VIP.
"Yo East. You gotta couple lined up out there," my homie, Jamal, said nodded towards the bitches at the entrance of my section.
"I see em. They bout to make they way over." I said smirking at a thick Latina. She gave me that look and I might just have to grab a room with shorty.
As the night progressed, me and shorty was feeling each other up and I'm ready to head on out so I can handle this.
Me and my peoples head out and while we walking to the door someone else is as well. Faith. She looked amazing. Beautiful.
"Damn. We just keep running into each other, don't we?" I asked as we walked towards each other going in the same direction.
"I guess. Neither one of us is running though." She replied with a smirk and a cute giggle.
"Whatever. Hey. How you doin? I'm Dave" I said to Faith's friend. Not trying to be rude.
"Oh I know who you are. Faith talks-" she started, but was interrupted by Faith.
"Alright well it was nice seeing you again, Mr.East. You all have a blessed night." She said nervously laughing.
I chuckled a little bit, having a good idea of what her friend was going to reveal. "Aight. I'll catch you around Miss...." I said, hinting at trying to get her last name.
"Henderson. Her last name is Henderson." Her friend answered for her.
"Okay that's it for the night. Let's get you home sister. Bye Dave and friends." Faith rushed out of the club embarrassed. I don't know why though. —————- Walking into the hotel room I got for the night, I was ready. I began giving her that look until she came with the bullshit.
"So who was that girl at the club?" The Latina asked with her hands on her hips and attitude.
"Huh?" I was genuinely confused. You not my bitch, I just met you, and I'm ready to fuck.
"Who was that fat bitch you were giving all your attention to at the club?" She repeated, but I wasn't too fond of the delivery or the wording.
Before I could say something real disrespectful I got up from my previous sitting position and laughed. "You and me BOTH know that is a lie. Jealousy is an ugly trait. Have a nice night sweetheart. Check out is at 10." With that being said I left out of the room and headed home.
Why didn't I get Faith's number tonight? Instagram. Something. Once I got home, I showered, and laid down in my bed. I went on Instagram and searched for her profile.
Bingo. Finding her page was easy. It's just her name. Being the confident nigga I am, I shot her a quick dm.
I hovered my fingers over the keyboard for five minutes contemplating what to say. Why was I so nervous?
I finally composed a quick message. Then put my phone on charge turning over and going to sleep. Hopefully she'll answer by the time I get up later.
