Don't Change...
There's No Telling What My Heart Might Do

Inspiration and Idea Giver: LaShae

The love of my life, Mehkiy, was sitting on the couch in the living room eating Chunky Monkey Ice Cream. I laughed as I walked through the door, closed and locked it. Is that all he did while I was at work? I kissed him before I went to take a shower and get comfortable. Before I went into the bedroom, I decided to stop by the kitchen to see what he had cooked. I damn near started drooling when I saw what he had cooked. I opened the top to the chopped chicken that he would use for the fajitas. I soon as I was about to stick the fork in the pot to grab one he yelled, “Jason?” I froze in place knowing that he hated when I did that but yet I did it anyway.
“Hmm?”
“Put it back and get out my pot.”
I sucked my teeth and put the top back over it. I smiled and sat by him. He looked at me and I kissed him and of course he kissed back. It got passionate and he finally pulled away, and told me to go take my shower so I could eat. Making him my husband was the best decision I ever made. He was the best thing that ever happened to me despite what others say and believe. My love for him would never change, and hopefully his wouldn’t either.

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This message has been edited. Last edited by: Demitria `Lovely`,

I like it now add lol j/p but yeah I like it

I'm confused as hell.
Is this about two dudes?
Or a chick tellin the story?

two dudes

and shut up Yani lol

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This is somethin different
Everyone expecting a woman
and a man to be in love, but
its nice to see you switched
it up a little.

thanks

i like it
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Chapter 1 “The Beginning”

“DJ Thriller is on the ones and twos tonight. Everyone get ready cause this motherfucker knows how to make a motherfucker move. Oh and he better have a surprise for us tonight.” I looked up towards the booth as the manager of the club introduced the DJ. A sexy caramel brother came to the booth laughing and nodding his head. He said something to the manager and they both laughed. He got up there and he started to do his thing. He knew how to make the music flow together. After a few minutes of fast music he brought on the slow music. “I see you have a person of interest, Mehkiy,” Chloe screamed over the music. I gave her the “look” and she smirked.
“Where’s London?” I asked her.
“Over there with some guy being fast.”
London always got a Bisexual or Gay man in a straight club. He was always the lucky one. I sat down at the bar and ordered me an Incredible Hulk. It was time to get drunk if I wasn’t leaving with nobody but my girls.
“Why are you over here all by yourself?” I heard a sexy, smooth voice from behind me. I turned to fins that fine ass deejay.
“Well, no one seems to want to talk to me tonight, so.”
“Why? You seem like a cool person.”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “Why are you concerned?”
“I can’t be nice and talk to you?” he smirked.
“I never said you couldn’t. I was just asking.”
“Well, maybe I find you interesting, is that a problem?”
“Of course not.”
“Good. Well I got to go do my job, but I’ll be in a little while.”
“Okay.”
He walked his sexy ass back over to the booth. I rocked and bobbed my head to the music that played through the speakers. I sipped on my Incredible Hulk slowly so that I wouldn’t get drunk too quickly. Every now and again he would look my way and just stare at me. He was all around sexy. From his deep waves, to his sexy full lips, to his medium muscular build, to his fresh fit he had on. Just by looking at this nigga, I couldn’t tell if he was gay, bi, or whatever the hell he was. As I finished my Incredible Hulk, I decided to send him a Long Island Ice Tea. He looked at the waitress as she walked up to him. When she pointed in my direction, he looked up at me smiled. He sipped on his drink as he mixed his records. After a while I started to get anxious.
“Alright, alright, alright, alright all right. It’s time to slow things down a bit. Ladies grab you men, Men grab your ladies and make love to her on the dance floor. We are taking this all the way back to the 90s, people. Get ready.”
“It Seems like You’re Ready” by R. Kelly smoothly played through the speakers. He told another young man something and then the boy got up there and sat on the stool. He sat in front of me and smiled that gorgeous smile of his. “So, are you here alone?”
“No, I’m with my girls.”
“Oh I thought the chick you were with earlier was your girlfriend.” I damn near spit up my drink when I heard that. What was he looking at or was he just being funny.
“Hell to the no! I don’t like girls boo. They smell like fish sometimes, they bring too much drama, and they do not please me.”
He laughed knowing that I was telling the truth. I smiled at him knowing that he was going try to get me to go home with him tonight.
“So are you here with anyone?” I asked with a seductive tone. He smiled and lowered his head and looked up at me smiling.
“No. It’s just me, my equipment, and my assistant that does nothing.”
“Oh, the way you were looking, I thought you were going to say yes.” He just chuckled. Maybe he wanted me to believe that. We talked and talked, I had to admit he was a nice guy. “Oh, shit! The surprise! I’ll be back later in a minute,” he hurriedly said and hopped up and left. A few seconds later, I heard “Right and a Wrong Way” by Keith Sweat play through the speakers. Next thing I see a few people walking sexily and slowly. Next thing you know they were grinding and pumping the air. Then as the chorus came on they removed the hood that covered their face and one was the damn deejay. I was turned on merely from the way he moved. I could tell he could work his shit just by the way he was dancing. He was just too fucking perfect.

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After a few minutes he asked me to come and sit in the deejay booth with him so that he could talk to me without leaving. The waitress that I could tell was attracted to him kept coming and making sure he was okay. Every now and again he would order me whatever I wanted or he’d send me to get it. He was paying so I didn’t mind. He got his free and he paid for mine. I was really contemplating on letting this guy on coming home with me but I wasn’t like that so I doubt if I let myself do that. I was feeling pretty good by the end of the night. I had actually gotten up and danced in the middle of the dance floor. “Last call for alcohol,” he said through the microphone. The night was ending and I knew we were about to go. About another hour passed and then he played the last song. He started to pack some of his equipment up and I was getting ready to go with my girls. I walked over to let him now that I was about to go right when he had his little storage container in his hand. He stopped and smiled at me and I smiled back. That’s all he ever did was smile isn’t it?
“Well, I guess I’ll be going, “I said to him.
“Oh, so you’re not going to come with me for a cup of coffee? Or a number I can call sometimes?”
I smiled, “It’s not like that. I’ll give you my number but I’m not going to go with you for a ‘cup of coffee’”
He chuckled, “I’m not trying to have sex with you. I’m really going to get coffee after this, but if you don’t want to go then I can just stick with getting the number. My phone is in my pocket. Can you get it if you don’t mind?” He turned to the side and I carefully stuck my hand in his pocket. I was trying to cop a feel but at the same time I didn’t want him thinking I was easy or that I really wanted him, even though I did. I put my number in his phone and dropped it back into his pocket.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you some other time,” he disappointedly said. I could tell he really wanted me to go so I would go but I wasn’t going to have sex with him. He was about to walk towards the exit but I stopped him by tapping his arm. “Okay maybe I can go with you for the coffee,” I said sheepishly. He smiled and then I started to help him load stuff into his Lexus truck. I told my girls that I was riding with him and they were all telling me to tell them what he was like. They were a trip at times. We left and I had to admit, he was very nice guy. He was very respectful and understanding. We talked about random stuff and often he would flash that beautiful smile of his. I could actually see husband material in him. Hopefully, he would see the same in me.

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