Beauty

Beauty. Is that all I am? Nadia sat on the park bench. She was approached by another man. She was wearing running wear. Her tight sports bra securing her large soft breasts. Her midriff showing, and long black leggings. She wore her red hair in a ponytail.

“Hey… I saw you from over there and… damn, you’re gorgeous. Like… seriously.”

“I was thinking someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be sitting here alone.”

“How about we grab dinner sometime? I mean, a girl like you deserves it, right?”

Nadia gave him the **** stare. Normally she would have politely said, “I’m sorry. I am married…”

But now she was cold. Ice cold. She wasn’t with Greg. Yes, technically married, but separated.

This man only cared about her beauty. What did she do to deserve this?

“Leave me alone,” Nadia said.

The man scratched the back of his head, “Uh… Sorry…” Crazy woman…

Nadia was born into a vain family. Her parents had seen how beautiful she was. Cute. Adorable. Profitable. They **** her to model from a young age for clothing catalogues and commercials. She hated it. Resisted. And it was only when that event happened, when she was separated from them and raised by her grandmother.

Since then she vowed to never judge people by appearance and avoid people you judged her based on hers. She was more than a hot piece of ass… Nadia got up and continued her run. She was meeting Mark tonight…