dd removed the nearly finished blunt from his mouth and placed it in my ashtray, soon after licking his lips moist again.
"ima be right back." dd got up from my bed walking into the bathroom, i knew he'd probably go ahead and take a dump so i took this time to hurry zahkai out of the house, i got out of bed rushing to my parents room then the bathroom, but once i got there. it was empty, kai had left at some point and now i just felt bad. "ma where you at?" i heard dd call out from my room and i tried making an excuse.
"im looking for a hair tie hollon." i quickly rushed back to my room, dd finishing up his blunt as he just walked around picking up things and observing them. "you okay?" i sigh as i take a seat on my bed, grabbing out my phone to see sixteen unread messages from kai.
messages
bruvaa🤦🏻♀️💞 Aii so ima guess we not like that.
Had that nigga there and shii.
I mean its all coo I should've known.
But damn Rihanna i'm in love w you.
I have been for a minute but 🤷🏾♂️
I just hope yk I aint try to make it seem like I was using you.
I do love you.
Im still here and wanna be friends type shi.
Up too you tho mh.
Hmu.
And if DD kno, Tell him my fault.
All respect for the both of you.
You good?
Answer me.
Alr.
Safety. seen
even though i felt bad i wasnt gonna respond, im not taking it places it doesnt have to go, and thinking about it. i dont want this shit to get to mya cause she might not even fuck wih me after this.
"you tell your parents what happened right?" dd took a seat at my vanity, checking himself out. a small knock at my door came.
"rihanna." and like that my dad walked into the room, his eyes meeting dd immediately.
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corey thompson. 32 years old. rihanna's dad. "got no respect for you nigga."
"corey whassgud." dd burnt out the blunt, knowing my dad dont play that shit.
"get the fuck out." my dad stepped closer towards me on the bed. i knew him nor my mom would like it.
"hollon, like fo real, can we talk away from rihanna. please." dd got up, him looking so short compared too my father. my dad looks at me and i just nod telling him to give him this chance, he sighs and walks out the room, dd following him and shutting the door. i knew shit can go mad good or terribly bad for now, ima just sit tf back and get in the shower.
45 minutes later-
i took a seat at my vanity turning on the hollywood lights around my mirror, grabbing the rhinestone detangling brush and sliding it through my curls. dd coming in, he seemed mad happy.
"fixed shit with your pops." he came behind me, his hands being placed on my shoulders, i smiled knowing it would be a whole lot different if my mom was here. i just continued brushing, dd fixing up the white, silk, cropped zip up i had on. "you okay?" dd could see in the mirror i wasnt so excited, i just wasnt feeling him or this whole getting back together shit. so i decided im not making it easy, cause even tho im hurt. i dont want anybody else but him.
"im fine." i nod getting up and going over to my bed, sitting down and getting on tiktok. dd now checking himself out. all i could think about was whether ddot knew or mya, what my life might become all because of dd.
"ri mama, come to the living room we needa talk." my dad stepped into the room, this look in his eyes. oh god..
a/n: and i updated again!!! i have a whole week off of school so just know, your my man will be finished very very soon, i love yall so so so sm💗
