MARION
I stared at her, in just a black oversized T-shirt with the inscription ‘DON’T STARE AT MY BOOBS’, but I did. Her n*****s protruded from the shirt, hard like diamonds. Hmmm… no bra. They were directed at me as if they needed me to touch them.
“Let me in, Wildfire.” She was anticipating whether to close the door or open it wide, from the look in her eyes. “I came with food”. I added with a faint smirk, showing her the paper bag of food.
“From where?” she queried, shifting lightly on her feet.
“Nobu.” I chose there because the first time we met, it was there, so I knew she loved their meal.
“Hmmm…” With that sound, she opened her door for me to enter. Finally, the food did it then.
Demetria’s apartment was a cozy blend of modern functionality and personal charm, a space that ref
