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After making out with her, Score clued her in on why he’d vanished. While she’d been in his bed, tied up, waiting for him to return, he’d gone to her closet to get her outfit for the day. Shyla asked if he’d untie her so she could put it on. He didn’t. Instead he got dressed and ready to go out while she lay in his sheets, n***d, watching him go about his business.
Score’s instruction was to shower in his room, but she asked to use the bathtub and he hadn’t objected.
With him gone, Beeks and Fish at the club, Shyla had little to do that day except pamper herself. The errands she needed to run were all close by the apartment. She got those out of the way and then focused on how to prepare for that night.
It could be the night. The night and she didn’t want anything to ruin it.
Cooki
