Gabe's POV: We met at a day party in San Diego, and the vibe was electric. I was out with some Ruff Ryders, drinks were flowing, the DJ had the spot lit, and we were just living in the moment. Then—BOOM. Everything around me came to a screeching halt. She walked in.

Not just any woman. A stallion. And I mean everything about her commanded attention. The way she moved, the way she carried herself—it was like she owned the entire room without even trying. I was stunned. Speechless. My boys were talking, music was blasting, but I couldn’t hear a single thing.

I wanted to approach her, but I wasn’t about to press too hard. So I played it cool, just stealing glances every so often, soaking her in like a work of art. But destiny? It had other plans.

Our mutual friend, SpeakerBoxx, unknowingly set everything in motion. She joked, “Why didn’t you tell me this was a themed party?” He laughed, and asked what she meant. “They’ve got Ruff Ryder vests on,” she pointed out. That’s when SpeakerBoxx told her: “Nah, they’re real Ruff Ryders.”

It was then he waved me over to them—and in that moment, my entire life shifted. One introduction. One conversation. I had no idea that a simple exchange of words would set fire to something I couldn’t ignore. We talked, vibed, and before parting ways, we exchanged information.

We vibed instantly. That spark? Unmistakable. We exchanged information before parting ways, but the moment never left me. A full 24hrs hadn't even passed before she slid into my DMs. That was all the confirmation I needed. We talked for a couple of days, the energy between us building like a slow burn. Two weeks had passed and we finally meet up for our first date.

That night she pulled up wearing that blue dress. Not just any dress—the dress. A masterpiece that hugged her body like it was painted on. She was a walking temptation, and I was more than willing to get lost in every curve. I swear, my pulse was pounding before she even spoke a word.

The conversation? Effortless. The chemistry? Off the charts. The way she looked at me, the way she laughed—it was like she had me under some kind of spell. From that moment on, there was no question—I had to see her. Not once in a while. Not when it was convenient. Every. Single. Day. And that’s exactly what happened.

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