Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!
“That’s him.” She jumped up antsy and excitedly. Calm down b***h, get a grip. Don’t let this nigga see you drooling all over him like you thirsty and s**t. She stole a glance through the mirror again, fixing her mane and straightening out her dress. After taking a deep breath, she approached the door and turned the knob, pulling it open. Treasure was mesmerized by a snazzy dressed Tyson. He’d given himself a shape up before he stepped out on the scene so his hairline and goatee were on point. He looked like he’d just came from a magazine shoot in his plaid shirt and tie which he wore under a red Polo sweater vest. His Levi’s 501 jeans were starched and crisp, so much so that they looked like they could stand up on their own. They went perfectly with his low top
