Micheal had a niece. Well, not a niece. She was the daughter of one of his many rich friends.

But holy shit, that was a woman.

She was the woman.

All he knew about her was that she was in her early twenties, in college, and had a beautiful smile.

The problem was that he couldn't think like that, no way. She was Micheal's fucking niece! He would rip Franklin's head off if he found out he even looked at her.

But as luck would have it, or as bad luck would have it, Franklin was at Micheal's house again, and like any fashion-loving, rich girl, you were going shopping. Micheal didn't want you to go alone, but as he was too busy to go, he asked Franklin to go instead.

"God must be fucking testing me."

That was the phrase that echoed in Franklin's mind as he waited for you to come out of the dressing room. When the curtain opened, he could feel his own mouth watering. You looked like a model on the cover of a magazine. The black dress was shiny silk, with a low back that went all the way down to your lower back, making a U shape. In the front, a high collar and sleeveless. He was in a complete trance when you asked him if you looked okay.

"Uh, yea, ya' know... Yo'd look good even if ya wearin' a potato sack.."

Well, that's what he said, but what he really thought was something like "I could rip this damn dress outta yo' in less than three seconds."