If one day is all we had, will you make it worth my while?
City girl-Bradley Hughes battles with her emotions as she entangles herself in an unpredictable life with the well respected- New Orleans native, Rashad Farewood.
The right man will evoke t...
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BRADLEY HUGHES,
Days had flown past and Bradley was at a lost. She didn't know how well of a first impression she was about to make, but she had been practicing for it for days now. She rehearsed her smile, the way she would introduce herself, she even rehearsed her laugh and toned it down a bit. She wasn't trying to be perfect, but she wanted to be damn near close to it.
Rashad was a catch and she was sure his family knew that as well. She wanted them to think she was good match for him.
"Baby you look good, quit stressing it," Rashad childishly threw himself back onto Bradley's bed as she looked over her fifth outfit change. If she kept going at this rate, Rashad was sure they wouldn't even be able to make it.
Bradley turned away from her full body mirror and faced Rashad. "The sweater isn't too much?" She wanted to cover up as much as possible. She wanted no cleavage out, no tattoos out— nothing.
Rashad sat up and licked his lips. "You look good. Good enough to make me skip this gathering and just be with you all day," He eyed her from top to bottom. She had on a pair of Louis Vuitton desert boots that amplified her height with its thick heel. "Come here," Rashad called her over.
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Slowly, she shuffled over to him. He straddled her onto his lap before applying two soft kisses on her lips. "We have to go Rashad," She reminded him with a smirk.
"In like fifteen minutes, that's enough time,"His hands frisked with the belt she had looped around her waist.
Bradley chuckled as she swatted her hands away from her belt buckle. "You're wasting time, we have to go," She mocked him.
Rashad stale faced her before lifting her up and slamming her on the bed. "Rashad my hair!" She screeched out.
Before she could retaliate he had already ran off leaving her cussing up a storm behind him. "You got ten minutes Brad," He shouted from the living room.
