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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Getting in our hotel suite, I made no hesitation to take off my heels. "Wait in here for a second." Chris spoke before walking off into the bedroom.
Okay, but don't blame me if I'm sleep when you come back cause a bitch is drunk.
Raising my eyebrows at the sound of the door buzzing, I got off the couch. "Who is it?" I asked.
"Robyn." A low voice answered.
"What?" I spoke, opening up the door.
She cleared her throat, "Well, I just wanted to tell you Happy Birthday and you looked beautiful tonight." She complimented.
I slowly nodded my head before saying "Thanks, goodnight." Quietly, what the hell was that about?
Chris walked back in the front room, "Come on." He told, grabbing my hand.
I put my hand over my mouth as I observed the room. "Awww, this is so sweet. I knew you'd show your loving side." I grinned, hugging him.
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I looked over at the rest of everything sitting on the floor, taking up two walls. "Versace, Louboutins, Chanel, Gucci. You really really love me. Thank you." I squealed, running over to the bags.
After gushing over some outfits, I put them back in the bags. "What's that? That's not mines, is it?" I covered my face, it was a food platter with money in it.
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