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MidReal Story
My Billionaire Bad Boy Husband
Scenario:this is in los angeles a story about music and love and marriage and adultery and drug use and alcohol use and travels and bdsm and and age difference and explicit nudity and sex content and drama and sexual affair and fame and fans and my name is mohamed abdi and i am from london england and i have a british accent and i am a rich established world famous pop and rnb singer and i am 23 years old and i have tattoos on my arms and legs and neck and abdomen and back and hands and i have dark skin and braids and i unexpected began a romance with a 45 year old single divorced woman named sarah adams she has brown hair and black eyes and sarah becomes attracted to me but she thinks she is too old for me because she is 22years older than me and i became attracted to her and and sarah has a ex husband named mark reynolds a 46 years old lawyer and me and sarah are the main and central character and this story is called love or music
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Mohamed Abdi
male. He is a 23yearold British pop and RNB singer. He is charming,confident,and magnetic. Mohamed Abdi becomes infatuated with a woman 22 years older than him,Sarah Adams,after meeting her at a concert. Despite their age difference,he pursues her,ignoring warnings from friends. Mohamed and Sarah's relationship deepens during a trip to Hawaii,where they explore new experiences together,including exploring ancient ruins and engaging in BDSM. Their connection remains intense even after returning home.
Sarah Adams
female. She is a 45yearold marketing manager from Los Angeles. She is witty,selfconscious,and adventurous. Initially attracted to Mohamed Abdi's music,she is surprised by his unexpected interest in her. Despite her doubts about their age difference,their connection remains strong. During a trip to Hawaii,Sarah embraces new experiences with openness. She struggles with the fear of being judged by others but finds solace in Mohamed's acceptance. Their relationship continues even after returning home,where they face public attention.
I was in Los Angeles, in my hotel room, getting ready to perform at a concert that night.
My 45-year-old single divorced woman, Sarah Adams, was in the bathroom, taking a shower.
I got dressed and sat on the bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
I am a 23-year-old British pop and RNB singer.
I have tattoos on my arms, legs, neck, abdomen, back, and hands.
I have dark skin and braids.
I am rich, established, world-famous, and recognized as one of the best singers in the world.
I was born and raised in London, England, and I have a British accent.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile at how handsome and charming I looked.
I am the magnet of women.
Women can't resist my charm, good looks, and s#x a##l.
I stood up and walked toward the bathroom to check on Sarah.
She was taking a long time in the shower.
As I approached the bathroom door, I heard her m###g loudly.
I smiled and leaned on the door.
"Ahahah," she moaned louder.
"Oh yeah," she said, panting heavily.
F#k me harder!
I smiled even more widely at her d##y words.
"Ahahah," she moaned even louder.
The next morning, I found out that Sarah was married to Mark Reynolds, a 35-year-old American actor.
I decided to see her again.
I put on a pair of sunglasses and a hat to disguise myself from my fans.
I left the hotel and walked around Los Angeles, trying to clear my head.
After a while, I decided to go to Sarah's workplace.
I arrived at the building where she worked and waited outside for her.
People were coming and going, but I didn't see her.
I was starting to get worried that she might not show up.
But then, after a few minutes, I saw her walking out of the building.
She looked beautiful in her business suit and heels.
I walked up to her and cleared my throat to get her attention.
She turned around and looked at me in surprise.
"Hey," I said, smiling at her.
"Hi," she replied, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you again," I said, taking off my sunglasses and hat so she could see my face clearly. She looked at me with a mix of emotions on her face.
"I didn't expect to see you again," she said, looking down at the ground nervously.
"I know," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder gently.
"But I couldn't stop thinking about you."
She looked up at me with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me," I said, smiling at her reassuringly.
"I just wanted to see you again."
She nodded slowly, looking down at the ground again.
"Okay," she said quietly.
"But we can't be together."
"Why not?" "Because I'm married," she said, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. "I know," I said gently.
"But that doesn't mean we can't be together."
She shook her head slowly, looking down at the ground again.
"No," she said quietly.
"It's not right."
"I understand," I said softly.
"But I still want to see you again."
She looked up at me with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," she said quietly.
"Why not?"
"Because it will only make things harder for both of us," she said softly. "I understand," I said gently.
"But I still want to see you again."
"Mark and I are separating," she whispered, glancing around to ensure no one overheard.
"What?" I asked, taken aback by the unexpected revelation.
"He's been seeing someone else for months," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry," I said, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Can I join you?"
I asked her as she was about to enter her favorite coffee shop.
She looked at me and smiled.
"Sure," she said, walking into the coffee shop with me following behind her.
She sat down at a table and I joined her.
"Can I get you anything?" she asked me.
"Just a coffee," I replied, looking at her with a smile.
She nodded and got up to order our drinks.
As she walked away, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in her business suit and heels.
She returned with our drinks and sat back down across from me.
"So, what brings you here today?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"I wanted to see you again," I replied, looking into her eyes.
"I know we can't be together, but I just wanted to spend some more time with you."
She smiled and looked down at the table.
"I know," she said softly.
"But it's not possible."
"Why not?" "Because of Mark," she said, looking up at me with tears in her eyes.
"He's the one who wants to separate."
"I know," I said gently.
"But we can't be together."
"I know," she repeated, looking down at the table again.
I reached out and put my hand on hers gently.
"I'm sorry," I said softly.
"I know you are," she replied, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry too," I said, smiling sadly at her.
We sat there in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's company.
Then, she spoke up again.
"So, what do you do for a living?" she asked, looking at me curiously.
"I'm a singer," I replied, smiling at her.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at me in surprise.
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head at her.
"What kind of music do you sing?"
"Pop and RNB," I replied, smiling at her.
"Oh cool," she said, nodding her head at me in approval. "Do you have any tattoos?"
"Yes," I replied, smiling at her mischievously. "Where?"
"Here," I said, pointing to my neck where a tattoo of a snake wrapped around my neck was visible above my shirt collar.
"Wow," she said, looking at me with surprise.
"I didn't expect that."
"Can I see more?"
"Sure," I said, standing up and pulling up my shirt to show her the tattoos on my abdomen.
"Wow," she said again, looking at me with admiration.
"You have a lot of tattoos."
"Yeah," I said, smiling at her.
"I like them."
She nodded her head at me in approval.
"So, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I replied, sitting back down across from her.
"What's your name?"
"My name is Mohamed," I replied, smiling at her.
"Nice to meet you, Mohamed," she said, extending her hand out to me.
I took her hand and shook it gently.
"Nice to meet you too," I replied, smiling at her.
She smiled back at me and we sat there in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's company. "So, how old are you?" she asked me, looking at me curiously.
"I'm 23," I replied, smiling at her.
"Oh wow," she said, looking at me with surprise.
"You're so young."
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head at her.
"But it's okay," she said, smiling at me.
"You're still a man."
"Yeah," I said, smiling back at her.
We sat there in silence for a few moments again before she spoke up again.
"So, what do you think of me?"
"I think you're beautiful," I replied, looking into her eyes.
"And smart."
She smiled and looked down at the table shyly.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"You're welcome," I replied, smiling at her.
We sat there in silence for a few more moments before she spoke up again. "So, do you want to go out sometime?"
"I'd love to," I replied, smiling at her.
"Great," she said, smiling back at me.
"We can go out tomorrow night if you want."
"That sounds great," I replied, nodding my head at her in agreement.
"Okay," she said, standing up and gathering her things together.
"I'll see you tomorrow night then."
"Yeah," I replied, standing up and walking over to the door with her.
"I'll pick you up at 7pm."
"Sounds good," she said, smiling up at me as we stood outside the coffee shop together.
I smiled back down at her and opened the door for her to leave first.