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I laid on my couch in my penthouse relaxed watching Real Housewives of Atlanta. I stared at the tv and chuckled, "Nene be killing me." I heard my phone ding on the table and I reached over to get it. Looking at the message it was from Rihanna. I really can't with this girl right now.
R🤨😍: Can I see you?
I sighed and put my phone back on the table and leaned back continuing to watch my show. Then i got another message. I ignored it and got another.... then another.
I rolled my eyes and sat up getting my phone.
R🤨😍: I know you home. Come open up the door.
I scrunched up my face. The fuck does this girl want? I'm not in the mood with her games. I got up only wearing a t-shirt and panties on. "She better not be at my fucking door."
Looking through the peep hole and she was. I threw my head back in exhaustion. Why won't she leave me alone? I looked through the peeped again. She looked so good. She had an all black suit. Like she usually does. But she always looked so damn good. I looked away from the peep hole. "Don't get sucked back Megan."
I opened my door a little only peaking my head out. "What do you want Robyn?" She knew o was serious when I called her by her first name. That I'm not in the mood to be played with and she done played with my emotions so many times.
"Can we talk?"
I looked her up and down, "Wassup?"
"You not gone let me-"
"No."
"Please."
I sighed rolling my eyes and opened the door more for her to come in. I shut the door behind her and walked to my kitchen counter keeping some distance between us. If she touches me I'll fall right into her touch again.
