Lawrence. I almost don’t know where to start. So many words can be used to describe him; my man. G is fine as hell. He’s about 6’3 in size, has a caramel complexion, jet black wavy hair, deep mesmerizing dimples, a deep baritone voice that allows his words to just roll off his tongue and he walks with a swagger that gets me soaking wet every time he walks through the door. But---he’s not for sale and he damn sure ain’t for free. He’s married and has been for the past 3 years. I mean it’s a pretty complicated situation. He’s my man for sure he’s just technically still married. That didn’t prevent me from fooling around with him though. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a hoe but if you were in my shoes then you would be on familiar terms with how I feel right about now. I’m in love with this man and I know it’s wrong to pursue anything with him seeing as how he’s married and all but I have my needs too. I know I'm already in too deep. I also know he loves me, wants to leave his wife, and start a family with me.
