inspo - 'Fancy' by Drake

Saying that you cared about your vanity was the understatement of the century. You were fancy and you knew it. Had your nails done, hair done, everything big. Heads turned whenever you walked past, and to be honest, you loved it.

You were what every woman wanted to be. Successful, gorgeous and had genuine self-confidence and love, but not in an arrogant way. Everything you did, you did for yourself. You worked hard to get where you are now, and now you spend most of your free times partying at clubs, just doing whatever you wanted really. You deserved it.

That also meant you had men all over you, trying to get your number, or get in your bed, get with you. But you never gave in, you weren't interested, you were waiting for 'the one'. You knew he'd find you, so you did everything else at your pace.

Then you met Spencer. He was the opposite of most of the guys who tried to court you, which drew you in. You'd met him in a club, which his team had dragged him into, with him trying to pick you up, whilst fumbling over his words badly. That's when it all started - and Spencer was smitten with you. Most women who had approached him wanted his money, but you didn't. You were a breath of fresh air. Intelligent too - you were his sweetheart. He loved his women book and street smart.

You didn't know if he was 'the one', part of you wanted him to be, but you'd never admit it. He was so good to you, but like any man you'd been with, he'd have to prove it to you.

You'd just come home from the gym, going into the bathroom to weigh yourself, with Spencer trailing behind you like a puppy. You'd been trying to drop 10 pounds preparing for summer, not for men, they never noticed, only for yourself, per usual, which Spencer loved about you.

He then followed you as you sat at your vanity, getting out your flat irons and nail files, getting ready. You were gonna be here a while.

"You're so beautiful {{user}}."

Spencer gazed at you lovingly. He wants you to be his.