Tough Love(Tyga and Blac Chyna) hold

Chatpter 1: Mystery Woman

I awoke from the annoying sound
of my alarm clock going off at 6 am. "Aggh," I cried. Looking over to the right of me, I couldn't help but notice a unfamiliar woman sharing my bed. Her beautiful brown eyes fluttered open, gazing directly at me. She let out a slight yawn, then proceeded to get out of bed and began getting dressed. Her caramel skin tone glistened as the morning sun hit it and her body; my gosh.

"Where are you going in such a hurry," I questioned her.

"I don't mean to just fuck and leave, but I have to go," she responded.

This isn't something I'm used to. Normally, females would beg me to let them stay, but she was rushing out of the door; did I do something wrong?

"Why can't you stay a bit longe-"

"Look, I don't do all that lovey dovey shit; I gotta go."

Usually, I would be the one pushing a female out of the door. It was strange to that I didn't have to this time. "What's your name?" I asked and she ignored me.

"Hola, you started speaking a different language all of a sudden?"

"No," she said walking out of the room; Still not answering my question. I quickly jumped out of the bed and hurried after her.

"Oh I get it, you one of them females that likes to play hard to get," I questioned. Still not responding , I gave up. As she walked towards the double doors, I noticed that ass she has on her.

"If you must know, its Chyna." She finally said walking through the door. I hurried to my open doorway to see her getting into the passenger side of a all black Monte Carlo. Before closing the door she waved bye then the driver drove off. I closed the front door then walked into my kitchen to grab some orange juice. I couldn't help but, replay her name in my head. "Shit," mumbled under my breath.

In case you're wondering, my name is Michael, but most people know me as the rapper Tyga. I've just recently been sign to Young Money Entertainment, and have been doing pretty good so far. I recently moved here to Miami, and bought this dope ass crib. Mediterranean style on a corner lot in a guard gated community, 7 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms,office, theater with reclining seats, game room, gym, billiard room, and gourmet kitchen. Five car garages, plus circular drive way with hand laid pavers. The backyard got a full tennis court, big ass lagoon pool with a island, long slide and waterfalls.

I also have a collection of cars, two being my all black, custom made Infinity Q50 and my custom mad blue Lamborghini Aventador. Miami was really more my speed. Beautiful houses, beautiful cars, beautiful beaches, and beautiful women. I've always gotten wwomen, but when females found out about me being one of Wayne's new artists; the hoes multiplied. Throwing themselves at me left and right, dying to be wifey, which, I don't think I'm going to find anytime soon. Even though, there is this one lil baddie I been smashing for awhile. I guess she's the closes thing to a wifey, but other than that I'm doing me.

"I see you had company last night," my housekeeper Talia stated while shaking her head.

I chuckled at her comment. She's seen every female that has slid through here since I moved to Miami. Talia is about 4'11, fairly light skin, with beautiful hazel eyes. Her hair is light brown and very curly. For someone in her mid 40's she looks and is in better shape than some women in their 20's. In her words "Boy, you're gonna catch something one of these days." I guess its her way of trying to look out for me. Even though she was my housekeeper, she is more like a second mom. Always telling me, "Boy I ain't your maid, now get your lazy ass up and clean something." I sware sometimes I feel like i'm still living with my actual mom.

"I don't know how Sochitta puts up with your ass. Always got some hoe up in here," She said.

"See there you go again, always with your nose in my business." I told her while drinking my juice.