𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗:
❝ 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 ❞
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𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐘:
White clouds of smoke exhaled out my mouth as I was laying back on my California King size bed. Emotions ran through my head, I was stressed out this time at night. I ain't wanna talk to anybody, not even Berenice.
My eye was black from Ari punching me in my face. I deserved that shit, no lie cause I saw the hurt in her eyes and her voice as well. Let's be real, I just fucked her too and I was digging her heavily.
Guilt ate me up and I wasn't even feeling good on the inside. I knew if I tried to reach out to Ariana, she would never answer my texts or calls. So I would rather just give her space. The only way I could talk to her is through her best friend.
If that could work, I would have a high chance of second chance with her. All I can do is pray. Fuck these hoes, it's just her.
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𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓...
𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁. | ARI THE DON.
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.📍
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It's been a few days since me and Dave have interacted with each other. I didn't want to talk to him after that shit he pulled cause it did hurt me.
took me a nice hot shower, rapping to some Tupac cause I was not about to be a female simp for a hoe. K rather not be in my feelings. I know i'm an emotional gangsta, but I rather cry on the inside. I had so much regret inside and out, you can tell cause it shows in my facial expressions.
Today, I just wanted to go depressed shopping, it helps me a lot when I'm down. I did my hygiene, fixed my lace front back to life, and wore something comfortable to go out in. I grabbed my purse and other essentials I needed.
Today I decided to drive the Rolls Royce. Crazy Story by King Von blasted through my radio in the car, have a big bass effect to it. It was the afternoon so Nicki and Dee were still sleep.
I finally arrived to the mall and it was packed out since it was a Saturday. People were walking by and staring at my car, probably because of my music being loud. I shrugged; parking my car in the front and getting out with my Birkin Bag.
I locked my door and examined the California natives that stayed here. Some of them could dress, some were just bummin' in this hot weather. I shook head before walking inside. I started to shop in some expensive stores for clothing, jewelry, and other luxuries.
I just wanted to treat myself and get my mind off the bullshit. I went to the food court to eat and take a break from my shopping spree. I already had too many bags in my hands, but it was worth it.
"You need a hand, babygirl?", a male voice said behind me, but I sped walked from him.
"If you speed walk away from me, you'll fall. Don't try it it.", I took one last step with the most irritated groan ever. I was really annoyed and I didn't wanna give any nigga my attention.
"You do not miss, do you? What you wan-", I say, turning around but I was cut off by surprise. Do my eyes deceive me? This who I think it was?
"You gotta be fucking kidding me.", I mumbled under my breath, watching him walking towards me.
Yeah, it was Drake.
I didn't sweat him so much or fangirled like groupies would do. He wasn't bad looking in person, and I knew I wasn't tripping shit at all. I treat everyone with respect cause he famous, I'm famous; y'all know how it go.
He steps closer and introduced himself, "Aubrey."
"I know who you are.", I immediately replied to him, "And no I don't need any help. Thanks though.", Turning the other cheek, I walked off without saying anything else.
"You sure?", I hear him following me, "I'm seeing you struggle cause you limping and about to fall in them fur slides.", okay, so he caught me lacking.
I stopped and turned back to him, "Here.", I handed him six bags that was in one of my hands, "I'm going to the food court so you can come with me there."
I tried to sound as generous as I could, even thought I was in the mood to not be bothered by anybody, especially a man.
"What you gone get to eat?", he asked.
"Chic-Fil-A.", I tell him, walking to it while he was right behind me.
"Let me get a twelve piece nugget meal with Polynesian sauce, large fry, and a large Coke. That'll be all.", I tell lthe man at the register. After he told me my total, I was gonna pay with my debit card but Aubrey stopped me.
"I got you, baby girl.", he offered, taking out a twenty dollar bill to pay for my food. I nodded in "hmph", putting my card back in my wallet. Free food for me.
Even though I was big on being Miss Independent, I ain't mind him for paying for my food, but when it comes to clothes? I pay for them.
"I'm about to find me somewhere to sit, can you bring my bags please?", I asked him and he nodded. I found a high table to sit at, and I sat my bags in one chair. Aubrey sat the others ones in another chair beside me.
"Imma get our food and i'll be back.", he says, walking back to Chic Fil-A to grab my meal.
"Our?", I questioned myself. Anyways, I could feel eyes staring at me in the most strangest way as possible. I can tell people looking at me then over at Aubrey for seeing us together. Yeah, we definitely going on The Shade Room.
Aubrey came back with my food, and If I'm not mistaken, he got some wings cause I smell mild flavor on them. They smelt good, but I'm taking a break from eating wings.
"You don't mind if I eat with you?", he asks me.
"Nah, suit yourself.", I kindly say to him, letting him sit in front of me. I say my grave before I began to feast. I opened my sauce packets and began to eat my nuggets first.
"So, how you feel about Dave having a kid?", that's the first question he popped up and I stopped chewing, slowly looking at him with the most craziest facial expression. Why would he ask me that?
"Don't care about it, not my problem. That's his priority, not mines.", I replied in the most valiant way possible instead of just popping off. I hate when people ask me about Dave, it just makes my blood boiled.
"Why so hostile?", he asked, biting into his flat.
"I'm not hostile, that just ain't got nothing to with me anymore.", I shrugged.
"You say you don't care, but I know deep down you do. You must had a situationship or some with him..", he guessed.
"I wouldn't say that, I just don't associate myself with people like that. Not anymore.", I sighed, continuing to eat my nuggets.
"So what would you call it?"
"Can we please change the damn topic? You about to piss me off talking about somebody I don't even fuck with anymore.," I tried to end the topic, eager to move onto something else.
Like youn wanna get to know me or something? You talking about drama and that's a bitch move.
"My apologies. I'd rather for us to start from the beginning then.", he insisted.
"Thank you. I'm Ariana.", I introduced myself after eating my last nugget, now eating my fries.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl.", he complimented.
"Pity.", I replied like Zazu off the Lion King. He shot me with a poker face and I couldn't help but laugh cause it was funny.
"I'm just playing. Thank you though.", I thanked him sincerely.
We talking for at least an hour and thirty minutes. We conversed about the basics, nothing too fancy. Some points were interesting of his and mines. Never ran into a fine Canadian man.. a lightskinned one at that.
"So how is Chicago?", he asked me.
"Chicago? It's lit cause my name hold weight there. If you ain't from 63rd, then you'll be just fine.", I advised.
"63rd?", he asked in confusion. I shook my head.
"You'll catch on later. Anyways, I have to go, it's been fun and all, but I'm getting tired.", I tell him, getting out of my seat and gathered my trash to throw away.
"I understand. I'll walk you to your car and get your bags.", he grabbed my shopping bags and we exited out the food court. We even talked on the way out the building and to the lot.
"That's your Rolls Royce?". he asked. I nodded to answer his question before opening the back door.
"Yeah. You can put my bags back here.", I instructed. I really appreciate him being sweet and generous for me, but I pray he wasn't tryna sweet talk me into being his.
"So you got anything planned for the rest of the day?", he asked me. I thought for a minute and shook my head slowly.
"Nah, why?", I asked curiously.
"Well, if you would like, I would like to take you on a date tonight.. to the Toronto Raptors and Golden State Warriors game with me tonight."
"Hmm..", I thought. Now this was out of the blue, but I didn't mind it. I didn't even trip about it, I was just wondering why would he wanna take me? Out of all the females in Cali, he picked a hood shawty for his date. Am I going? Hell yeah.
"Of course! I'll go with you.", I agreed and he hit me with the most vibrant smile to show off his white teeth.
"Good. Imma pick you up around five. Can't wait to see you then, beautiful.", we locked each other's contacts in our iPhones. I planted a kiss onto his temple before getting my car to head home.
This gone be one hell of a date cause I'm about to be more in the public eye with him.
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𝑨𝑼𝑩𝑹𝑬𝒀 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑴:
Ariana didn't seem like a bad person, just broken. I can tell she been through some shit and she just needed a real nigga to fuck with instead of a nigga like Dave. Even if they were together or not, she one of the baddest females in the game and imma cop her before anybody else could.
I sprayed on some cologne and added my favorite men's body oil to use to smell good just for her. I look into the mirror to make sure the fit looked good. I didn't have no tour dates so far, so I was just chillin'.
I'm sure me and her was trying to find someone who we can vibe with—nothing major. It was time for me to go pick her up, since it was four in the evening. The Mercedes-Maybach is the car imma take her in for the night. She just needed some nice treatment.
I don't wanna be her man, I wanna be her nigga, ya' feel me?
It felt good to have a long break of traveling around the world. Every tour was great, except for the obsessive fan girls, it was too much for me. To avoid them being all over the place, I just autographed their titties and go on about my business.
The groupies in California are hard to ignore cause they obviously get whatever they want from the rest of these rich niggas, but not me. Only thing they have to offer is that WAP. I'll give them twenty dollars for a top or something, but they ain't getting no more than that.
I finally arrived to Ariana's residence, and it wasn't bad at all. Just smaller than my mansion. I turned down my music so I wouldn't disturb anybody. I parked in front on the entrance and got out. I'm anxious cause I know she'll be looking like a bag of money, I'm just nervous.
I took out my phone to text my homeboy, telling him I made it.
Future Hendrix🙏🏽: Now you know she for the streets. You really picked up that girl for what?
Nawl, ion think she anything. She was aggressive at first, but you can't argue she bad.
Future Hendrix🙏🏽: You saw how she did that nigga Herb, and look where Dave at. With Berenice hoe ass.
Lmao that's who you really should say who's for the streets, not Ari.
Future Hendrix🙏🏽: Whatever nigga, use protection.
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𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁.
"ARI THE DON":
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"SO who you getting cute for, miss girl?", Nicki asked my while I was adjusting my black mid thigh high boots in the bathroom.
"My date for tonight.", I tell her. I haven't gotten cute in awhile since I been staying at home like a stay at home mom, just chillin' and bummin'. Nicki and Dee hung out with our friends but I haven't. I wasn't in the mood.
Now i'm about to be more in the cameras and public since Drake was taking me out. I combed my half up and half down lace front wig to make it look wavy.
I recorded myself in the bathroom to post on my Snapchat story and Instagram feed. You know that song you gotta play when you do a body check? I played Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar so it wouldn't be so boring. I love how I was giving very much body and pretty girl vibes, period. My chain and my leather jacket were the finishing touches to complete my outfit.
"Just got all that ass for no reason like, girl.", I snickered at Nicki as she rolled her eyes at me playfully. I didn't tell her I met Drake while I was out or was going with him to the basketball game. I wasn't that much of a overexcited sports fan but for Drake I'll go and watch with him.
If it ain't my Houston Rockets playing, I'm not going or watching it. Dante, Mario, Chris, and Dee decided to watch the game downstairs. They didn't even know either way and I haven't talked to them really.
They got them some snacks, smoked and blasted music downstairs. More like some Youngboy.. and I don't even like Youngboy.
I grabbed my phone and my small clutch for me to carry. I packed up essentials I needed for the most while I was out. I went downstairs and heard the doorbell ring. Must've been Aubrey.
"I'll get it!", Dee announced to answer it.
"Who is it?!", she asked. After no answer, he seung opened the door.
"Hey, is Ariana here?", I heard his voice while the boys was tryna peep who it was.
"Uh-um yeah she here.. y-you can come in.", I can hear her stuttering in shock while she moved out his way. See what happens when you keep stuff lowkey? People be surprised.
"DRAAAAAKE?!", the boys questioned and hopped off the couch in sync. I couldn't help but to giggle cause everybody's reaction had me dying. I tried to brush off the laughing, but I couldn't help it. They knew Drake is top tier in the world.
"I'm ready.", I tell him and his smile dropped in woah. I did a 360 in my fit to see if he was fucking with it. I didn't even have to see, I know he was.
"You-you look amazing.", he compliments me and I handed him my bag for him to carry it.
"When he got here?! When this happened?!", Nicki asked like she was my mother, folding her arms across her chest.
"Y'all will know some soon, we'll be back.", I said my goodbyes to them as me and Drake walked out the house. I was pretty much excited for this night because it was well needed.
Cheers to debauchery!
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To be continued...