Twenty-five year old Adira Thompson finds herself in a position where she's single and pregnant, with dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon.
She and her family have a love for basketball, particularly their home team in Los Angeles. Her world someho...
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Waking up the next morning, I felt incredibly refreshed, awakened by my loud alarm, of course. I had about an hour before the early morning workout.
As I was motioning to get up, I heard a low knock at the door, "Come in."
"Oh good, you're up. I heard your alarm sounding off, so I figured I'd make sure you were up."
"My bad I didn't realize I had it up so loud." I looked her over. She was in a white thigh-length comfy, t-shirt like nightdress. Her hair was in its natural state, beautiful.
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She smiled, taking her eyes off of me. "If you need anything, I'm in the room across the hall."
"Thank you, Adira."
"No problem." She made her way back out the door, closing it behind her. I got up and made the bed, then headed to the bathroom.
After I finished getting myself together, I gathered my things then knocked on Adiras bedroom door.
She opened it, standing in the door frame. I glanced over her head, eyeing her room. Making a personal note to get her to help me design my next home.
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"I'm leaving."
"Oh ok did you want me to prepare you something before you go?"
"No, my chef is bringing my pre-workout meal to the gym. I should be good."I grabbed her hands. "Thank you again."
