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"𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

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"𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

-𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭
















𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐕
𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀, 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐀

I had just got my hair done. The hairstyle I had chosen was an updo ponytail with curls. It was very pretty I liked it. Anthony was invited to Lil Baby's party. I had learned that they were good friends.

For the party, I chose to wear a black mini dress and red bottoms to match. While I was doing my makeup I scrolled through TikTok and I saw a basketball edit of Anthony. Did they know that their favorite basketball player was a kidnapper?

Hell, I had forgotten that he was in the NBA. I rolled my eyes and skipped past the video.

After I finished my makeup, I slipped my pretty feet in the heels. My feet were so pretty, my toes were white and they looked so cute.

I could feel Anthony's eyes on me, he stood in the doorway watching me. All he does is stare, I paid him no mind. I looked up to see that he was dressed nicely.

He looked good ian gone lie. But I promised myself that I would keep my guard up.

I looked at him with no emotion.

"You look good as hell." He complimented.

"Why thank you," I said rolling my eyes.

I didn't even wanna go. This nigga was making me go. How can you make a grown-ass woman do something she doesn't wanna do? I grabbed my black mini Louis Vuitton purse and I headed out the door with Anthony.

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As I stepped into the party, I felt Anthony's eyes on me. The room was filled with people, the music was loud, and the air was thick with anticipation. I knew this was just another test for me, another game Anthony had orchestrated. I played along, determined to push his buttons and assert my independence. My heart raced as I made my way to the bar, aware of Anthony's intense gaze following my every move.

I ordered a drink, taking my time to scan the room. I spotted a brown skin, handsome man standing alone near the edge of the dance floor. With a subtle glance in Anthony's direction, I walked over to the stranger, a playful smile on my lips. He looked mad familiar, I couldn't just put my finger on it.

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