—Iphigenia gazed at herself in the mirror as she awaited the arrival of her date. Tony Toni Toné was playing softly in her living room to set the mood. After countless pinches to the skin and overwhelming sensations of disbelief, she was finally beginning to accept the fact that DeVante fucking Swing wanted to take her out to dinner.
A small frown made its way on to her face as she analyzed every part of her body. The way the silk dress clung tightly to her skin, exposing all of her insecurities. The way how it was slightly visible that her stomach wasn't all the way flat, the way how the dress made her hips look massive. She had changed countless times and she still didn't think she looked good enough.
It was scary.. DeVante already had this idea of her in his head and she was afraid that she wouldn't meet his expectations. What if he was crushed because she wasn't how he had hoped she was. She hated having the responsibility to live up to the version of herself he had in his head. What if he bolted the minute he saw her? DeVante had a lot of attractive females around him all the time, what if she wasn't as attractive as they were, what if she didn't satisfy him the way they did.
"God," Iphigenia breathed out as she ran her hands over her face. This was stressing her out more than she had hoped for, and she didn't want to cancel the date, she didn't have the heart to. She had heard DeVante sad so many times, and it broke her heart each time. She didn't want to be the cause of the pain the man she loved felt..
Well.. she was still trying to figure out if she loved him or not. It was what was on her mind ever since he confessed that he loved her, so she definitely felt something, but she didn't want to jump to any extreme conclusions before they even went out on their first date.
She sighed, ignoring the nagging voices in her head telling her that she wasn't pretty enough. She applied her dark red lipstick, the final touch for her look, and exited the bathroom. However, the stress was still weighing her down. She couldn't help but pour out another glass of champagne, it sort of helped ease her nerves. But she knew she ought to take a pause because she did not want to show up to the date tipsy.
The dull ringing of her telephone snapped her out of the waves of her thoughts, she placed her wine glass on her dining room table and rushed to answer the phone.
"Donald?" She asked shakily, trying to mask her nervousness. She heard him chuckle lowly into the phone, which sent shivers up and down her spine. "That's right, I'm outside. You want me to come up and get you.."
"No, no don't do that. I'll come down." Iphigenia suggested quickly. Her apartment was too much of a mess at the moment and she did not need DeVante to see it. He responded with an 'alright' and they both hung up the phone, leaving Iphigenia shaking with anticipation.
This was it.
She slowly exited her apartment and made her way down the stairs, making sure she took her sweet sweet time. Once the fresh air hit her, everything else did too. Everything started to spin and God, did she want to vomit.
She sucked it up, though. Making her way to the black SUV parked at the curb of the building. Her heart started beating rapidly in her chest every step she took. She thought her heart was about to combust at the speed it was racing, she didn't think she had ever been this nervous in her life.
Taking shaky breaths that she could barely feel, she approached the vehicle, trying to swallow her fear as she knocked on the glass. God, she really wanted to vomit.
The door on the opposite end of the automobile was pushed open almost instantly as DeVante stumbled out of it, nearly tripping over himself as he eagerly anticipated the meeting of what he believed as his soulmate.
Iphigenia wanted to run and hide before he could properly get a good look at her, her insecurities basically controlling every thought that went around in her head..but it was too late. There he stood, staring at her with his mouth hanging open as he took it all in.
Iphigenia stood there awkwardly, turning her head away bashfully as all DeVante did was stare. She could only imagine all the thoughts racing around in his head. She wanted to know what he thought of her, but at the same time she was too damn scared to even look him in the eye. God, she really really wanted to vomit.
"Wow.." DeVante breathed out as he removed his shades to get a better look at her. "You're even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined." He complimented with this goofy looking grin on his face.
Iphigenia let out a breath she hadn't even realized she had been holding in.
"You're just saying that, Donald.." she said, still avoiding all eye contact with the man in front of her. Her comment caused DeVante to frown as he took a step closer to her, causing her to take a step back. "Why would I say it if it's not true. You know that I have no filter Genia." He reminded her with a comforting smile. "You are beautiful. And your kind, and funny.. and you helped me see the beauty in life. Even if you were nasty looking as hell, it wouldn't stop me from loving you."
Unexpectedly, to the both of them. Iphigenia wrapped DeVante in a tight hug, catching him off guard. She squeezed him tight, and he squeezed back harder. She had just felt a giant weight lift off of her shoulders and her heart was racing a mile a minute. Not because of nerves this time, but because of the thousands of butterflies DeVante was giving her.
"Kiss me."
"But we haven't even eaten yet-"
Iphigenia smashed her lips into his, surprising not only DeVante, but also herself. This man made her do crazy things. It didn't take too long for DeVante to kiss her back, their lips moving in perfect sync. To her, he tasted like strawberries and Marlboro. But it was a satisfying taste that left her hungry for more. Kissing him was heaven on Earth, and she never wanted the euphoria to end.
They stumbled over to the backseat of DeVante's SUV, all their dinner plans getting thrown out the window as they threw off their expensive clothing. Usually, Iphigenia wouldn't give it up on the first date. She had way more class than that.. but for DeVante, she made an exception. All she ever wanted to do, since they first met on the National Suicide Hotline, was to make him happy. And now she had the opportunity to. So she sure as hell wasn't going to waste it.
They made love in the back of the vehicle, finally getting to love each other like they've always wanted to do.
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