Iman
"Iman, concentrate!!" I yelled at myself.
Ever since Justin called me, Its been hard to get my head in the game.
Getcha-getcha, getcha head in the ga- okay I need to stop.
But seriously, I just can't get him out of my head.
He's so sweet..
He's really nice too, and has a gorgeous smile, and did I mention his face was sculpted so nicely? He's so good looking..
And for a person in such a high positon, he was so down to earth and kind.
He makes me feel so comfortable around and Im also glad I don't need to put an act out to impress him.
I can't believe this is the guy I used to dislike so much.
I've realized how much I really, really liked this guy.
Okay, get to work.
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I shut down my laptop and looked at the time. It was about half passed 4 and I was really hungry now.
I really need to relax my brain. College work ain't easy, my friend.
Like, you really have to go through some serious crap just to be successful.
I then heard my doorbell ring. That has got to be Juliette, I knew she was just dying inside to hear more news than what I told her on the phone.
"Coming!" I said fixing my hair and rearranging the couch pillows.
"Okay," I breathed opening the door to be revealed with a familiar face.
I froze for a second but then regained my composure. "Hey Justin," I smiled at him.
He looked really different than how he used to. Just a little. I think it was his attire.
He wore a tan hoodie with a Singlet underneath, slouchy sweatpants and a matching snapback on his head.
He looked really good. I didn't know this guy could dress like that. Even if it was a lazy day outfit.
He was also holding a bag with both hands.
"Iman," Justin said a little louder while chuckling.
"Wait, what?" I asked coming back to reality.
"I asked how you were doing."
"Oh I'm fine, sorry I just wasn't expecting you."
"I understand. Do you mind if I step in?" He asked looking down at me.
"No, not at all." I said opening the door wider for him to come in.
As he walked past me I got a whif of his cologne. It was intoxicating so its not like I expected to smell it.
However it too smelled nice.
"So what brings you here, not that I don't want your presence." I asked as he just grinned at me.
"Well I did tell you I wanted to know you better. And besides, we didn't finish what we started on the phone." He said.
Something hit me as I remembered what he was talking about. He was referring to our conversation on the phone.
"Oh that, I didn't really expect you to come here at all." I said surprised.
I thought it was just an over the phone thing.
"So are you done with your.." He said glancing to my laptop sitting on the couch.
"Yes, I'm finished. So what's in the bag?" I asked a little more confidently.
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Prince of France *Editing*
Fanfiction|"I want you to be my Queen." Justin whispered as he trapped me between the wall and his body. No words could come out of my mouth. The only thing I could do was stare into his pleading hazel eyes. "sweetheart, please.." he said kissing up my neck w...
