Losing It All
Girl is blinded by what she deems as love.............Read!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love
"Never knew what I was missing, but I knew once we start kissing that I found love."
Keisha sang them words like no otha. Once I kissed Sage my heart defined love to me. It told me that this was no puppy love, but head over hills, fireworks going off in the background, fairytale perfect, love.
No other word can describe my feelings like this four lettered word can. Love. It now spoke so loud and clear to my mind, body, and spirit.
"Sage, where are we going?" I ask as he places a short red dress on my bed. Beside the dress, that I'd never seen in my life, he placed a pair of diamond studded, silver BCBG heels.
I'm Breann Mann, soon to be Breann Wilson if Sage stops playing puppet with my emotions. I'm a twenty-two year old cosmetologist. This body I've been givin is one-hundred pounds of sexy. By night it's on display as a bartender at one of Sage's many clubs. Downlow, is what it's called.
"You gone love it, Baby." Sage kisses my hand. He turns me around to get a full view of the perfect fit of the dress. "Damn, you fyne." He smiles that smile that melts my heart. Sage kisses me.
Not to brag or anything, but my baby could not get enough of this body I possess. He always has his hands on the places that make me blush, while we are in public. He says he doesn't care what people think about it as long as they knew that I was his girl and always would be, so they bet not try me.
When we pulled up in front of Renee's, I was shocked and ecstatic. Sage hates "rich, snobby white folk" restaurants like Renee's. Those are his words not mine. I'd prefer to call these restaurants classy or upscale.
"Sage we don't haveta eat here," I let him know as if my statement will make a difference. Sage has this all planned out and he's not letting anything I do or say lead him of course.
He throws his keys to the valet and walks up the red carpet to take my hand.
"Bre, I'll live. Tonight is all yours and I know you love Renee's, so we're going to eat here," He explains.
I smile. See how sweet he is.
"Reservations for Wilson." Sage tells the waiter. He looks over a list, before nodding,"Right this way."
The place was packed, but you'd never be able to tell if you were going off the volume. Red rose petals covered the hard-wood floors. The lights were dimmed and soft music settled all around us.
The waiter at our table hands me the bouquet of red roses tha he is holding. I sigh as everything adds up and slaps me in the face. The new dress and shoes, this restaurant, and now roses. He's trying to play me.
"Sage, how long are you leaving for?" I ask
He does a lot of traveling to and from his different clubs. When he needs to leave for more than a week or two he tries to pamper me like crazy. Specifically like right now.
"A month," He says," Maybe even two."
"What the F-" I start to curse him out for this, but I have too much respect for my elders and myself to do that. Lucky him. Our waiter took our order. A nice, elderly lady. No way would I disrespect her in such a way.
"Bre, I was hoping you'd come wit me." He takes my hands in his, across the table. He stares into my marble, hazel eyes.
"Now you know Sen would straight up kill me if I left this state with you."
"Fuck your hatin cousin, Bre!"
A few people at the closer booths pop their heads up and look at him in shock. He know white folk don't like no commotion.
I sigh. I am not bouta run my name through the dirt by getting "ghetto" in front of these people. That means I can't yell at him or throw my water in his face or even storm out.
Nobody talks bout my cousin, Senterea, not after all she's done for me. She been through everything for and even with me.
When I was twelve and Mama died, she took me in. Daddy was and still is a no show. When I got pregnant by Sage at a very young age she drove me to my Doctor's appointments. When Sage was away on business and I went into labor she drove me to the hospital. She was there when I cried about the baby dying. Now when I call her at midnight crying about Sage not proposing she stays up with me and not once does she complain.
Senterea is my all, well, cept formy baby and the love of my life, Sage.
I shake my head at him, "I'm not so hungry anymore." I politely get up and walk out the restaurant. Sage was right on my heels when I got outside. He got to yellin and acting a fool.
"Bre, what's yo problem?"
"You are! Fuck you Sage. You go on yo stupid lil trip cause I ain't and I sholl don't care.
He grabs my arm, "Baby you're going. It's no longer an asking matter."
"Oh, we'll see bout that dictator."
He kisses me. Sage cheats a lot. He knows exactly what his kisses do to my weak heart and knees.
"Cheater," I laugh. He pulls me close,
"I love you, Breann Mann."
"I love you, Sage Wilson."
Love has its very own ups and downs that come along with it. That's for sure. Sage can make me so mad, but on the flip side he can make me equally happy plus some. If only there was an instruction manuel to go with it.
"I found Love."
"Never knew what I was missing, but I knew once we start kissing that I found love."
Keisha sang them words like no otha. Once I kissed Sage my heart defined love to me. It told me that this was no puppy love, but head over hills, fireworks going off in the background, fairytale perfect, love.
No other word can describe my feelings like this four lettered word can. Love. It now spoke so loud and clear to my mind, body, and spirit.
"Sage, where are we going?" I ask as he places a short red dress on my bed. Beside the dress, that I'd never seen in my life, he placed a pair of diamond studded, silver BCBG heels.
I'm Breann Mann, soon to be Breann Wilson if Sage stops playing puppet with my emotions. I'm a twenty-two year old cosmetologist. This body I've been givin is one-hundred pounds of sexy. By night it's on display as a bartender at one of Sage's many clubs. Downlow, is what it's called.
"You gone love it, Baby." Sage kisses my hand. He turns me around to get a full view of the perfect fit of the dress. "Damn, you fyne." He smiles that smile that melts my heart. Sage kisses me.
Not to brag or anything, but my baby could not get enough of this body I possess. He always has his hands on the places that make me blush, while we are in public. He says he doesn't care what people think about it as long as they knew that I was his girl and always would be, so they bet not try me.
When we pulled up in front of Renee's, I was shocked and ecstatic. Sage hates "rich, snobby white folk" restaurants like Renee's. Those are his words not mine. I'd prefer to call these restaurants classy or upscale.
"Sage we don't haveta eat here," I let him know as if my statement will make a difference. Sage has this all planned out and he's not letting anything I do or say lead him of course.
He throws his keys to the valet and walks up the red carpet to take my hand.
"Bre, I'll live. Tonight is all yours and I know you love Renee's, so we're going to eat here," He explains.
I smile. See how sweet he is.
"Reservations for Wilson." Sage tells the waiter. He looks over a list, before nodding,"Right this way."
The place was packed, but you'd never be able to tell if you were going off the volume. Red rose petals covered the hard-wood floors. The lights were dimmed and soft music settled all around us.
The waiter at our table hands me the bouquet of red roses tha he is holding. I sigh as everything adds up and slaps me in the face. The new dress and shoes, this restaurant, and now roses. He's trying to play me.
"Sage, how long are you leaving for?" I ask
He does a lot of traveling to and from his different clubs. When he needs to leave for more than a week or two he tries to pamper me like crazy. Specifically like right now.
"A month," He says," Maybe even two."
"What the F-" I start to curse him out for this, but I have too much respect for my elders and myself to do that. Lucky him. Our waiter took our order. A nice, elderly lady. No way would I disrespect her in such a way.
"Bre, I was hoping you'd come wit me." He takes my hands in his, across the table. He stares into my marble, hazel eyes.
"Now you know Sen would straight up kill me if I left this state with you."
"Fuck your hatin cousin, Bre!"
A few people at the closer booths pop their heads up and look at him in shock. He know white folk don't like no commotion.
I sigh. I am not bouta run my name through the dirt by getting "ghetto" in front of these people. That means I can't yell at him or throw my water in his face or even storm out.
Nobody talks bout my cousin, Senterea, not after all she's done for me. She been through everything for and even with me.
When I was twelve and Mama died, she took me in. Daddy was and still is a no show. When I got pregnant by Sage at a very young age she drove me to my Doctor's appointments. When Sage was away on business and I went into labor she drove me to the hospital. She was there when I cried about the baby dying. Now when I call her at midnight crying about Sage not proposing she stays up with me and not once does she complain.
Senterea is my all, well, cept formy baby and the love of my life, Sage.
I shake my head at him, "I'm not so hungry anymore." I politely get up and walk out the restaurant. Sage was right on my heels when I got outside. He got to yellin and acting a fool.
"Bre, what's yo problem?"
"You are! Fuck you Sage. You go on yo stupid lil trip cause I ain't and I sholl don't care.
He grabs my arm, "Baby you're going. It's no longer an asking matter."
"Oh, we'll see bout that dictator."
He kisses me. Sage cheats a lot. He knows exactly what his kisses do to my weak heart and knees.
"Cheater," I laugh. He pulls me close,
"I love you, Breann Mann."
"I love you, Sage Wilson."
Love has its very own ups and downs that come along with it. That's for sure. Sage can make me so mad, but on the flip side he can make me equally happy plus some. If only there was an instruction manuel to go with it.
"I found Love."
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