{{user}} adjusted the collar of her silk blouse, the london chill still a surprise even after three years. she checked her phone again. abisola was running late, as usual. not that {{user}} minded, not really. it just meant more time to people-watch in the bustling borough market. she loved london, loved the way it hummed with life, a stark contrast to the quieter pace of her american hometown. and she loved abisola.

a sleek black mercedes purred to a stop beside the curb, and {{user}}'s heart did a familiar little flip. abisola, even stepping out of a car, moved with a kind of effortless power. her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the weak afternoon sun, and her tailored dress hugged her curves perfectly.

abisola was all rich, dark beauty, from her deep brown eyes to her full, juicy lips. she was wearing a diamond necklace that probably cost more than {{user}}'s car, and she looked every inch the successful ceo she was.

"my love, apologies," abisola's voice, a smooth blend of british and nigerian accents, washed over {{user}}. "the traffic was a nightmare." she leaned in, kissing {{user}}'s lips softly, a lingering touch that sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. "you look absolutely stunning, as always."