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...
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Beverly Hills Ghost's Safehouse 2:34 pm October 29
Laying down on my stomach, I watched Poetic Justice. "Let's go to the beach." Chris's voice spoke, tapping my shoulder.
Pausing the movie, I slowly got up, looking at him sideways. "Nigga, ion have a beach body. I'm not in the mood for it anyways." I mumbled, glancing at him before crossing my legs.
Sitting down next to me, he mocked my actions. "I'm not finna sit here and let you be depressed and besides that, you're a model." He replied, lightly pinching my thigh.
Frowning my face up, I stuck my hand out. "And?" I scoffed.
Poking out his bottom lip, he crossed his arms. "And................. to be a model, you have to be pretty damn confident." He responded.
Shrugging, I grabbed the remote, unpausing the movie. "I guess I missed that in the job description." I told, staring at the TV screen.
Playing with my nails, I felt his gaze on me. "Why did you choose this then?" He questioned after a few minutes.
Damn nigga, is that all you do? Why? What? Why? What? Goddammit nigga sometimes shit us better left unsaid or in yo case, unquestioned.
Counting on my fingers, I hummed. "Easy money, nice pay, trust me, once I hit 20, this will be ova." I brushed my dreams off.
Feeling him scoot closer to me, I put my head down. "Why you say that?" He asked, nudging me.
Ugh, here we go.
Shaking my head at all his questioning, I huffed. "I'll hopefully have the body I want, be confident, and the way my life is set up, I'll be a stripper more so than CEO." I glanced in his eyes to see a look of hurt.
Looking down at his jaw, I clenched my thighs as he clenched his jaw. "Stop doing that shit, I told you about that." He mumbled, grabbing my face.
Damn, I'm just now realizing how fine this nigga is. Like he's fine fine, like nigga let me wife you fine.
But, but he's still a fucking asshole. He's definitely has a lot of growing to do even tho he's 24.
Then when he's pissed, whew chile that forms a whole nother typa drip.
Oh my god, I'm going against what I told Chyna. Let me stop right fucking now.
What's wrong with me?
I'm not falling for him, I can't. No bitch, keep it together.
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