💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

I'm Sorry.....What?

Elijah dragging up the block like he was in a Nike commercial.

"Hey, wassup," I grinned, trying not to look too thirsty.
"What’s good," he smirked, grabbing me by the waist and pullin’ me into one of those long-ass, tight hugs that made me forget all the drama for a second.

"Dice, chill," I giggled, blushing low-key. "You act like you ain’t see me all day at school."

"My fault," he said, still holdin’ me. "Tryna get enough hugs in before I leave Sunday."
He glanced down. "Hey baby girl. You miss daddy?" he cooed, scoopin’ up Chuchi as she came runnin’ out waggin’ her tail. He was obsessed with her since the day I brought her home.

"Where you goin’?" I asked.
"Gotta go handle some business in Vegas with the guys. Leavin’ tomorrow."

I nodded slowly, brows scrunching. "Wait… ain’t Zeus and Ghen’s dad havin’ that big event this week in Vegas?"

"Yeah… while Ghen wit her pops and stepmom, me, Zeus, and the crew gon’ handle our thing."
I knew that meant street business, but he never lied about what he did. I didn’t judge him. This America don’t give Black men too many options.

"Oh okay," I mumbled.
"I’ma miss you," I pouted, tryna keep it cute.

He leaned in close. "I’ll be back before you know it. Now put that lip up… before I give you somethin’ to pout about," he smirked, low and dangerous.

Wait… I’m sorry, what?

He kissed Chuchi’s forehead, handed her back to me, and started joggin’ back down the street.
"I’ma see you Sunday. We’ll do somethin’ that night. I know you got church and all," he called out with a laugh.

"Yeah… yeah, we can do that," I mumbled, feelin’ my cheeks heat up.

Then I heard my grandma behind me.
"Whew… that is a fine piece of man right there," she said, fan in hand.
"If I was 20 pounds lighter and 10 years younger, you’d have competition. I’d make him your step-grandpa!" she hollered.

"Granny! I know that’s right!" I laughed, turnin’ red. She always knew how to lighten my heart.
"All I’m sayin’ is lock him down before someone else do."
"He straight, Granny," I reminded her.
"So is Deacon James, but he still try to bless my communion every Sunday," she fired back.

"The shade is real!" I laughed.

"Oh, and your phone been ringin’ off the damn hook in the kitchen. Sound like Beyoncé dropped a secret album or somethin’," she added, handing me my phone.

30 missed calls.
Ghen, Tay, Erin. Over and over.

Oh hell.

"Thanks, Granny. I’ma be out here takin’ this call," I said, heart already sinkin’.

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I stepped out on the porch and hit the group chat. After two rings, Tay and Erin popped up on the screen, lookin’ spooked.

“Gigi… we got a situation,” Tay said, eyes wide.
“Wait, what? What’s goin’ on? Somethin’ happen at the appointment?” I asked, instantly alert.