I got into my car and shook my head. I haven't heard from Kaylee ass in a week. She keep posting all types of subliminal's towards me and shit like I give a fuck. These bitches always wanna take shit to the net.
I need me a peaceful bitch. Somebody who gonna grease a nigga scalp and rub my head to sleep. A bitch who gonna cook a nigga dinner and then give me a massage after or some shit.
All these bitches wanna do is fuss with me. Nobody wanna hold me at night and tell me they love me and thankful that I scam and shit. All they do is talk shit.
My phone dinged causing me to grab it.
You a clown. It's embarrassing how much of a clown you are like real shit. Bri
I looked at the phone in awe. "Who the fuck leaked my close friends?" I mumbled going to Instagram.
I tapped my story and watched it.
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I posted a picture of me and Laila but it was only 10 people in my close friends. Only the men and her cause I ain't want none of these bitches in my business. Yeah, I fuck with Laila more than I fuck with the rest of these bitches.
"Kiordre," I heard before the door closed. "I think we should get Ki a little photo shoot or something. She's too cute to just be sitting in my face all day. I need pictures of her."
I smacked my lips. "What you need pictures for?"
"My family." She said.
"Your family?" I asked confused. "They already seen her. She don't even like them. She don't even know them."
She smacked her lips. "Kiordre, I want her to have Easter pictures and stuff. It would be cute."
