Kim is a junior in college with a perfect relationship, a perfect family, and a perfect life. Sometimes perfect can get boring, and she experiences it first hand when she meets drug lord Paris Mckensie.
Paris was too fine for me to go in there looking like a hot mess.
I shook my head at the ugly ass bun I had made before hopping out of the truck.
I looked at my surroundings as I walked down the brick path and up onto the porch. The screen door was swinging back and forth and the door was open, but I decided to knock anyways.
Paris's strong accent boomed through my ears as I assumed to be him, walk closer to the door.
He looked down at me before pursing his lips together and chuckling.
I took in his appearance before inhaling in his scent. This was the first time I had seen him without glasses, and he looked even sexier without them.
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"Who is it?" he joked, looking directly into my eyes.
"Paris it's hot out here," I straight faced him.
"Aight, I quit," he laughed before stepping to the side so I could come in.
"What are you doing here? You asked Demarcus to call me over here?" I said, looking over at him as I walked into the living room.
"Nope. I ain't even kno' y'all knew each other," he shrugged before plopping on the couch.
"What's up Kim," Demarcus said, coming out of a room from the back.
He walked over to me before pulling me into a brief hug. "Hey Marcus."
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"You looking beautiful," he said, looking me up and down.
"Boy I look a hot ass mess."
"Yeah, that bun bootleg as fuck," Paris laughed loudly causing me to whip my head in his direction.
"Wasn't shit bootleg when I had your ass in a trance last week," I snapped.
