Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
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-𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭- -𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲- -𝐊𝐨𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧-
"Aye Peyton. Did you see this?" RJ said coming into her room.
"Now what if I was naked?"
"Then you would just be naked. You my sister, that's nasty. And nobody looking at your ass anyway but Oriah so get the fuck," RJ said and she rolled her eyes.
"What's going on?" Peyton asked, getting up from her bed, as they began walking to the front.
"Your girl Tamera on the fashion news,"
"For what?"
"Look," RJ nodded, then sucked his teeth seeing the tv was changed to Cocomelon.
"Aye which one of y'all bad ass kids did this bullshit!" RJ yelled, turning it back, while Roman and Eva giggled.
"Leave my kids alone!" Riley yelled from the balcony, knowing it was hers.
"Need to come get these bad mufuckas!" He yelled back like they weren't his nephew and niece, making Peyton chuckled.
"What the hell going on in here?"
"Your bad ass kids. Turning the channel when I'm tryna show Peyton sum important,"
"Like your kids ain't equally as bad RJ," Xerxes chuckled.
"Shiddddddd. My kids know what it is and what it ain't, my kids are good."
"Lie again," Peyton said and Xerxes laughed. "Anyway what happened,"
"Look. Since his bad ass kids made us miss it, I gotta play the playback." RJ sighed.
"Next up on some American Fashion News—We have obtained information that Tamera Green, a very famous fashion entrepreneur that is working with our very own Peyton Brooks, has been seen with a child.
Now Sarah, I don't know for sure but rumors have been speculating that it's her secret child, others are saying it's just a cousin or someone of that sort. What if this is true? What are the odds? Maybe she wanted to hide her kid, we don't know—but what we do know is that these rumors need and want to be answered. But enough talking about that, today's weather will be—"
"I gotta call her," Peyton said, feeling her pockets for her phone.
"Don't even bother Peyton. She's asleep, we're hours ahead of them. Remember?" Xerxes raised a brow and she nodded with a sigh.
"I just sent some new material to her office and left her a note. She'll call me," Peyton said and they both nodded.
