Viya Huston is an 18-year-old high school graduate, trying to get away from her emotionally abusive mother. When growing up she never felt loved, so what is this feeling towards her boss?
Jamie Gray is a multibillionaire. He cares about no one but...
"Gurl I know damn well you not thinking about that white man," Molly says making me giggle a little.
"Gurl well I'm thinking about him."
Molly shook her head in disbelief. "We need to find you, someone."
"Okay, but we gotta get back to work before Mr. Gates starts fussing," I say. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot those two gentlemen over there asked for you," I tell her pointing at them.
"Oouu, gurl I'm finna spend them pockets," She says throwing her arms up in the air in excitement.
"I already knew you were."
x x x
Mr. Gates let us off early today because of this dinner party he hosting and he wants everyone to be there. He says the owner of the casino will be there and if we embarrass him or if we don't dress well we'll get fired.
I get on the Marta train and make it back home.
I need a car asap, It's getting so tiring to have to take public transportation or ask for a ride.
I open my phone and pressed my bank account app as I greet Mr. whiskers. "That's weird," I say to myself. It says I have fifteen thousand in my account.
I swear I only had three thousand last month. Could it be... no, it can't be.
I shake the thought away for now. I need to get ready for this dinner party. I go into my closet to look for any outfit. I want to look sexy but classy because I'm tryna meet a man.
I decided to wear this like a cream color, a mid-length dress, and a red and gold square bag with gold strap heels.
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I didn't need to do my hair because I got it done last week in some skinny long box braids.
I don't do my face because I feel like I don't need to. I'm better looking without makeup so... yeah.
I hear my phone ring. I rush to it and answered without checking the caller ID.
"Hello,"
"Suga, I'm outside yo place," Molly says through the phone.
"Alright I'm coming downstairs now," I say while grabbing my bag and kissing Mr. whiskers bye.
"Hey, you look so pretty," I compliment Molly as I get in the passenger side.
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