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When the children are spoiled, you can never satisfy them, they are a great empty hole, devouring everything. They search for something to satisfy them, but nothing ever does. Like a stomach stretched out, it takes more and more to fill them.
Kimora Tasha Lee , A child born with the shiniest spoon. diamond earrings . Never has she ever needed anything from a man because her father was rich. Picture perfect, like beyonce and her sisters.
Luther Lee—Her father, Married a beautiful supermodel. She wasn't Naomi campbell but Lisa was close enough. Long legs, dark skin and a smile that put light in the evil man's heart. Luther hoped to the masses that 'Kim wouldn't look like her mother. Have his face and his tendency.
As she grew older he knew there was no more hope, she was a beautiful young lady. More beautiful then he could ever imagine, The mini version of his wife.
A spoiled Brat.
"And he expects me to...to work today Yonnie, I don't know shit about front desk."
"Between your father and Terrance, i don't know who's worse." The pretty young woman she trusted with her life and looks sat on her silk sheets with a magazine between her fingers , She watched Kim brush her hair in her vanity. With a irritable expression.
"At least my Dad gives a shit about me" She fussed while slamming the pink comb down a bit harder than usual. Yonnie tilted the magazine down to her legs and cocked a brow of amusement.
" Terrance gives a shit..to an extent" She playfully responded before continuing "..If he needs to make you look good he will, to flash you off of course but when it comes to your feelings..welll" She dragged off well in a unsure tone causing Kimora to turn and glare at her.
Yonnie leaned back on the pink pillows and shrugged, the magazine coming back to cover her face.
Kimora made a face, a face only visible when she hated when people were right. Her narrowed eyes betrayed her discomfort, while her lips curled in an unmistakable display of defiance. The revelation of a flaw in her relationship provoked an unfamiliar disquiet within her; accustomed to a life devoid of imperfections, she found herself grappling with this newfound vulnerability. From a tender age, her mother instilled in her an unwavering belief in her own beauty, Showing her that she was beautiful and that she had no imperfections, an ethos Kimora internalized and wielded as her shield. But as a young woman you go through puberty and you change; you get pimples, your body starts to change. She always thought of it as a blessing. Kim was no longer a little girl, she was a woman, A woman with eyes on her now. Eyes that weren't just scouting her for her girl next door look.
She changed and became a vixen in her own video, She knew she had it and even the town knew it. Her short skirts and v neck cropped tops and push up bras were a signature Kimora thing. Kimora Lee was perfect, her Life was perfect.
