𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

Our Game

This story is FICTIONAL, all things are made up from my IMAGINATION✨. Nothing is real, nothing is stolen, all of MY WORK😁.
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None of the music is mine, all is from different artists. Don't be tryna lie and saying I stole them ppl stuff cause no tf I didn't🙄. Well I kinda did🧍🏾‍♀️.
Anywayssss.........
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PRETTY PLEASE DONT STEAL MY WORK, I worked way too damn hard for y'all to come and steal my shit🙄. Thank you I love y'all🥹🫶🏾.
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PROLOGUE

"I really don't feel like arguing with you Suanií," Kyrie groaned as he lounged on the couch, the football game playing loudly to drown out the sound of the voice coming from the woman.

"I don't care what you FEEL like doing, fix your own damn food I'm not raising a damn child." She told him as she sat at her island, grabbing her iPad.

"Man fix my fucking food, that's what you a woman fa ain't it, cook and clean. Do it," he stated simply with a mug on his face, "or you can get the fuck out," he told her grabbing his bottle of Hennessy and taking a sip from it.

"Get the fuck out? Mykel this is MY house, you ain't payed a bill all yo damn life," she mugged him standing from her seat.

"Suanií get the fuck out, go to the studio or something. You finna piss me clean the fuck off. You always throwing that shit in my face, you know if my folks hadn't cut me off you woulda been leeching off of me like a damn bug," he smacked his lips.

"Keyword IF, and what a big if that was," she rolled her eyes going through her emails. "Fucking bum," she mumbled under her breath.

"I really don't give a fuck dawg, you can go. On sum real shit, not like you give a fuck about me anyways, all you cared about was the money," he shrugged grabbing the cover that laid across the arm of the sofa.

She looked at him incredulously, before she walked out of the kitchen. She went to her room and slipped on her black Celine sweater, she grabbed a pair of crocs and put them on before going to the living room.

"Where you going?" Kyrie asked her sitting up from the couch.

"Studio," she told him before grabbing her keys off the island, she headed out the door and out of the apartment building.

All she wanted was to see her baby boy, he had spent the night over at her best friend house for the night.

Dumier, was Suanií entire world. The 2 year old child brought her entire universe joy. Whenever she was upset all she did was look at her son and a smile would appear on her face. She loved him more than she loved herself.

She wanted to call but she knew he'd be sleep especially seeing how late it was.

Suanií sat at the studio working on a few projects for the next couple of hours.

Her relationship with Kyrie wasn't always this way, back when they were seniors in high school they had the perfect love story.

They trusted each other, loved each other, cared for one another. And above all they knew how to properly communicate. It was only when they were separated did things begin to go downhill.