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He’d always fucked me like he had gotten his degree in my pleasure and graduated summa cum laude. But last night was different.

Maybe it was because I was still heady from watching the sunset from that altitude. Maybe it was because I was feeling territorial because of the waitress’s disrespect. Maybe it was the realization of how well he knew me, how closely he paid attention to me, and how well he took care of me. It truly could’ve been any of those things that resulted in the best sex I’d ever had.

I ran the washcloth between my legs again, cleaning myself and reminiscing at the same time. I was tender from the work that was put in all night long. I shivered as I let the water run over me and wash off the suds. My stomach tightened as I remembered the feel of him on me.

Nowthatis some good dick.

The only issue with getting dick like that was it made it harder to want someone else.

Tyrell and Dru didn’t stand a chance at getting anywhere with me while Russ was a contender. James and I were having sex up until Russ and I had sex, and then I never looked back. I would’ve needed at least a few days to shake Russ off before I could even consider sex with someone else. But since he raised the bar witheach encounter, it didn’t make sense to get dick from anywhere else. He wasn’t my man, so I could if I wanted to. He just fucked me so good that I didn’t.

I turned the water off and wrapped myself in a terrycloth towel. Shifting my focus from men, I went over my schedule for the day. I was hoping I could factor in a nap, but I didn’t see how it would be possible.

I’ll sleep tonight. I have work to do.

Being a content creator, fashion influencer, and social media model was a time-consuming task. I was naturally stylish and got a great eye from my mom, but it was work to create looks. Brands I partnered with would send me clothes, and I had to style them in a way that felt true to me. I put together combinations from the miscellaneous items they sent. I had five brands I currently worked with, and my deals kept me creating content regularly. Every Monday I filmed the bulk of my content for the week. But because of my date with Russ, I still had work to do on Tuesday. So, I pulled out the remaining outfits I’d planned to feature for this week.

People started following my social media pages because I didn’t just showcase my style—I showcased my personality. I put together outfit combinations people wouldn’t have necessarily thought of. I found pieces that were budget friendly and paired them with luxury items. I recreated outfits at different price points. I got to set trends, feature some of my favorites, and make money doing it. My content worked for the people who followed me. But more importantly, it worked for me.

And as much as I loved my business account, it only featured my professional life. Outside of the stories I told, there wasn’t any photographic evidence of my real life.

I had my personal account for that.

I still posted cute outfits on my personal account but mostly while I was doing cool things around the city, traveling the world, and attending fun events. It was a perfectly curated glimpse of my life.

I’ll get a few shots in this tonight,I thought as I considered wearing the dress I just got from Charlotte’s shop.

Looking at my calendar, I realized it was the last week of content I needed to do for the Good Good brand, so I shot their content first. The dresses were cute, tight, and very much club attire. I did several get-ready-with-me videos and then a mini-photoshoot with each dress. I went to the next designer and repeated the process.

Taking a break from content creation, I spent time focusing on engagement. Liking, commenting, and responding to my followers had helped my audience grow, but it also reminded me why I loved what I did.

I’ve never seen someone with my body type wearing that. I didn’t think I could pull it off until I saw it on you.

I love how you don’t let fashion rules of the past drive your style. Watching your videos has really changed my mind about how I dress and why I dress the way that I do.

I’ve spent my life covering my body and never felt empowered to show skin until I started following you.

I’ve spent most of my life choosing styles that I didn’t really like because that’s all companies seemed to make. But lately, with some brands expanding their options for fat girls like me, it makes me happy to watch you and curate my new style as a thirty-four-year-old woman.

I love you so much! You have changed my life and helped me find my style.

I smiled.

Those kept me going and made me realize the importance of what I do. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only comments.

For every ten comments and messages I received thanking me, I’d get two fake positive ones about my content.

You’re so confident to wear that! I wish I had your confidence.

You’re pretty now, but if you lost a few pounds, I bet you’d be gorgeous.

You’re pretty for a fat girl.

You’re pretty for a Black girl.

I didn’t know they made that in your size. It doesn’t look bad! Go Nina!

For every ten positive comments and messages about what I do, I’d get three negative ones.

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