"Quavious we can't do this." I moaned out to him, as his lips were attached to my neck possibly trying to form a hickey. "Why not Keyanna?" He asked me. I couldn't really speak, there are a few reasons, as much as he likes to say that he's single, I know he's not.
"Your body and your eyes say you want me. And you know you do." He told me, as much as I wanted to moan, it was mind over matter. As soon as he began to play with my clit, it slipped out. "Keyate, you are with someone and you can't have your cake and eat it too." "So you believing them rumors?" "You never denied them to me." I got out of his hold and walked back towards the rest of the group and of course my mood changed when I saw her. He'll soon start to act like none of that didn't happen and when she's not around he'll try to flirt so it's a lose lose situation for him. And I lost to because as much as I want him I can't have him.
The female I am speaking of is Karreuche. Yes, Chris Brown's ex in the which she is the reason why their friendship is strained. I went back to partying with Kiari and Kirshnick, grabbing a cup pouring up peach Ciroc and sipping slowly while singing along and winding my waist to music that was playing. Soon I felt hands grab my waist and their waist movements matched mine. Watching as Quavious was making his way back up, I decided to make him jealous. We both knew it was getting him mad since it wasn't him. But what he has to do is realize that it's either me or her and he can't have his cake and eat it too. After that song was over I went to sit by Cardi.
"Fix ya face. You out with me looking like a bad bitch and you over here looking upset." I gave her a face like let's step outside. We walked out through the back and leaned on the side of the building. "What wrong?" She asked me. "It's Keyate. This whole tour all of a sudden you've been all up on me since his birthday celebration and now that we in LA and you act different until we get somewhere secluded." "I know something you don't know." She said in a high pitched voice. "And that is?" I responded.
Quavious Marshal
Watching her dance with another nigga, got my blood boiling hot. That's supposed to be me behind her, not a random nigga that don't know how to handle precious cargo like that. I seen Karrueche off in the back, I'm done with that relationship. I just want her to myself.
I watched as she went to go sit with Cardi, eventually they stepped out to talk I guess. As if that her cue, Karrueche came up to me. "Hey baby," she said while hugging me. "Wassup." I told her. My eyes was still fixated on the way they left. "I'll be right back."
I left out and went to the back, I spotted her back towards the door. "Sis look he likes you. He just has a hard time of morphing into the nigga that you need." Of course Cardi, loud ass was saying that.
"Key, can we talk?" I asked her. Cardi excused herself as she turned to face me. "Talk." She told me, I could tell she was aggravated. "Look, what she said is true. I do like, I want you to myself. I like being around you. You make me feel normal." "Alright but that doesn't explain what the change up is for. If you fucking with me publicly in other cities then do the same in LA. You can't have your cake and eat it too." She told me. I understand that. "We can continue this conversation later." "Or we can go back to the hotel together." I suggested. "No, your girl is here remember." "Last time I checked, you were my girl." "Have you officially broken up with her?" She questioned me. No I haven't. "Until then, I'm not your girl." I watched as she began walking and calling for a cab. In that moment I thought about staying and having Karrueche be all up in my face for the last 30 minutes and then having to hear her plea to come back to the hotel with me or I'll just call her after I get done with her. "Wait up." I yelled after her.
Keyanna B. Cruz
We got out the uber at the W Hotel in LA. All of our rooms were on the same floor, so that we would be on time to be ready to leave, which rarely happens. I walked inside of my room and seen shopping bags all spread out on my bed Louis Vuitton handbags, Gucci book bags and shirts, a Versace dress and Louboutin shoe boxes. There was a notecard on the bed, intriguingly I picked it up and read it.
"For someone as precious as you. You deserve the world and I am willing to give that to you.
- ❤️ Q."
Internally & externally I was blushing. I did get dressed in Cardi's room since she was dying to do my makeup. I walked out of my room and across to his and walked straight in. I guess he had this all planned out. He had his phone on speaker while it ringing. "Hey." I said to him. "C'mere." I walked over to him and sat on his side placing my legs in his lap. Whoever he called finally answered their phone only to begin going off on him.
"Where the fuck you at? How you leave me when I just get there?" Karrueche questioned him. "I don't know who you think you talking to, I might be younger than you, but I damn sure ain't you're child. To answer your questions, I'm in my room and I just felt like leaving."
"Where you staying at?" She asked him again. "Don't worry about it. But I didn't call to hold a conversation--" "so what did you call for?" I'm starting not to like the way she's questioning him, like your not his P.O. or his gate keeper so relax.
"Look I'm not as into you as I was before and I shouldn't have even dealt with you seeing as though you were my Bro's girl. Goodbye and I hope you have a nice life." Before she could respond, he hung up and blocked her number. "So now will you be my girl?" He asked while taking off my heels. "Yeah, I'll be yours." With that, he tackled me onto the bed and attacked my lips.
