By the faults of her ex, she was meant to be killed by the infamous Ghost. Only thing stopping him? The intense feeling of deep affection for her. Once they let each other into the depths of their cold hearts, what happens? They're indestructible, w...
After a few minutes of riding down the road, Keyshia had got an incoming call. "I'm with the nigga who I was hoeing up on." She loudly spoke into the phone before quickly hanging up on Chris.
I know I'm gone hear a whole ear full once he gets home.
Continuing the drive home, she cackled as her phone started to ring again. "I'm not answering," She hummed, declining the call.
Looking around for his car, keys Chris's mouth had dropped. "I know the fûck this bitch didn't!" He panicked, moving things around on the sand.
Robyn looked at him in confusion, "Uh, what's wrong?" She asked, tapping his shoulder.
Glaring at her, Robyn stepped back. "Shush." He demanded, continuing to look for his keys.
Giving up, he went to the parking lot. "She did." He mumbled, looking over at Robyn.
She motioned for him to follow her to her car. "She must be out her goddamn mind." He whispered, getting into the passenger side of Robyn's car.
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Grabbing my clothes out the closet, I went to the bathroom. Running the shower, I stripped out of my bathing suit before stepping in.
Me and his ass argue so much, it's fucking ridiculous. I knew it was gone be some shit living with his ass, but I ain't know it was gone be this bad.
Why the hell is it taking him so long to fucking kill Champ? That's all I need to know, then after that I'm out.
He has us doing all this extra shit, ain't took us to know real drops our drug operations. Then he's a big time drug dealer, shouldn't he be going to parties and shit?
Know what? Ion even care, I'm just tired of dealing with his ass already. Then on top of that, he had his little hoes, rubbing aroumd thinming they can talk to me any kinda way.
Bitch, I will fucking kill you! I will kill her and him, well prolly not him, his ass scare me just a lil bit.
But still, I will beat all them hoes the fûck up! How and the fuck am I your best friend and you ain't gone defend me?
I'm the one with a title, you still ain't give this bitch a title. Which means, you suppose to choose me over her.
Actuality, I could care the fuck less. Ole bitch as-
My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the front door slam closed. "Let me shut my ass up." I mumbled, turning the water off then stepping out the shower.
