Y/n blows up overnight thanks to a hit diss track, "sorry not sorry", she wrote about her cheating ex, Denise. Instant fame has its fair share of perks, but when the heads of Hollywood force her to do some unspeakable things to reach "true" stardom...
One bag had some expensive looking jewelry store logo on the front, and the other one was a box.
Handing me the box first, I opened it and gasped at the shoes. I had been nutting over these shoes for a minute, and to even be holding a pair made me feel like I was dreaming. "Baby no, these are way to expensive." I cooed, saying that but still feeling happy about having them.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
She rolled her eyes, grinning as she handed me the second bag.
I opened that one carefully, preparing myself to not have a heart attack if it was something expensive.
I failed.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
I held up the rings, bracelets, and chains one by one, my eyes getting wider with each piece. I could already envision them on me, and fuck I looked drippy as hell.
"Baby these gifts are too much, but thank you! I absolutely love them." I pulled her into my arms, kissing her lips before I looked at my presents in excitement.
"That isn't everything." My head popped up, and I looked at her incredulously. There was no way she got me more. "But I did." She sang, and I realized I spoke out loud. Holding up a pair of keys, she stood behind me before hopping on my back.
If she wasn't light as a feather I would've fell. "Baby what the fuck."
I laughed out, and she giggled with me. "It's so I can cover your eyes, now hurry. Go outside."
Rolling my eyes with a smile, I pushed through the door. Walking forward until she told me to stop. "Okay, 1, 2, 3. Open your eyes."
I opened them, and couldn't keep my jaw in place. A fly could've flew in my mouth and I wouldn't have noticed because. Holy. Fucking. Shit. "It's all yours." I could hear her excitement at my reaction, but I physically could not get my mouth to form words.
She placed the keys in my open palm, giggling as I stood like a statue.
How could I not react like this though when a beauty of a car was parked in front of me. They only made a handful of these, and I had never even imagined I would be gifted one.
