𝓟𝓵𝓸𝓽-𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷
Main Characters-
This is destiny hill the main protagonist💅
Height: 5'7
Age: 26
Background: Jamaican
This is Khalil king 👑
Hight: 6'5
Age:29
Background: Puerto Rican, Moroccan and Italian
The following story contains mature
I will sometimes put a warning at the beginning of chapters ,but it matters how explicit it is. It will include but not limited to;
Violence.
Sexual content.
Foul Language .
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Without further ado
-Tangled hearts full of wounded souls-
Song: The Hills by The Weekend
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CHAPTER 1
Destiny
"Girl, loosen up," said Mayha, nudging me playfully. "Have a few drinks," added Sage with a mischievous grin.
I hesitated, feeling a bit out of my element. "Guys, you know I don't do this often," I protested.
"Yeah, we know," they chorused in unison. "Now drink up!" kk squealed.
Reluctantly, I took a shot of tequila and another...and another, before I knew it, they were pushing me onto the dance floor. I swear those girls are gonna be the death of me!!!
Suddenly, The Hills by the weekend came on, and I couldn't help but get lost in the music maybe it was the tequila or I finally didn't care. My body started moving to the rhythm, feeling alive. In that moment, all my worries about work and success vanished, even if just for a fleeting moment.
As I danced, I could sense someone's arms wrapping around me from behind. Instinctively, I wanted to push him away, but something told me to lose and have fun.
My body swayed in-sync with his, and though I hadn't turned around to see him yet, I could tell he was fit and strong. His rock-hard chest pressed against my back, momentarily tensing me up, but I quickly relaxed into his touch. His hands slowly moved down to my hips, and surprisingly, I didn't protest.
I can't find your house, send me the info
Drivin' through the gated residential
Found out I was comin', sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it, but your friends know
My body had a mind of its own when it came to the tension between the mystery man.
I only call you when it's half-past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah
As soon as the course came on I grinned harder on the man behind me moving my hips in a suductive manner allowing my inner Caribbean to come out, feeling his bulge pressed against back.
When the song finally ended, I turned around to see a breathtakingly man standing before me. I was awestruck by his presence.
Standing at least 6'5" with broad shoulders and a well-defined physique, he exuded a confident charm. He wore a white T-shirt that showcased his muscles through the fabric and paired it with ripped jeans. His eyes, oh, his eyes—light brown, like a tranquil field of wheat swaying in the wind.
With his tanned skin, he seemed almost unreal. His stylish haircut, a nice fade on the sides of his jet black hair, complemented his overall appearance, with a single strand of hair casually falling on his forehead.
The sounds of the club faded into the background as I beheld this captivating creature that seemed divinely crafted. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear, and whispered, "Why did you stop?"
My words caught in my throat, leaving me speechless.
Uncertain of what to do, I simply mustered a smile , "Are you thirsty? Let me get you a drink." My heart fluttered, overwhelmed by emotions I had never experienced before.
I sure was thirsty but it was definitely not for water.
It was all so new, especially considering I had just met this guy. He seemed different, though, intriguingly so.
He walked away to fetch our drinks, and I stood there in the middle of the dance floor, still in a daze. Eventually snapping out of my trance, I made my way over to him as he sat at the bar.
Just as I was about to approach, I noticed a girl making her way towards him. I couldn't blame her; he was incredibly attractive. I thought she might beat me to it, but to my surprise, he looked at her and turned around, coming back to me with our drinks. He put his arm around my waist.
I glanced back and saw the girl glaring angrily at me. It seemed like she wanted to bite my head off, but I shrugged it off, focusing on the enigmatic man by my side.
Sorry y'all this be hella short...this is my first story so don't come for me if it sucks excuse my spelling..
I hope you enjoy th won't always be photos.
