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LANEYAÀ MONROE KYLE. (LA-NEE-YAH)
ATLANTA, GA.
IGNORE ALL SPELLING ERRORS. VOTE AND COMMENT , I REBUKE ALL SILENT READERS!!
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"ITS A DAMN kick back girl— ain't nobody gone be a party pooper. Just come on and have fun." Jaydas voice boomed through the speaker.
"You know how baby feel about that. I don't know."
"Fuck him! That nigga always worried about what you doing, like hello you got a life too!" She responded with a quick lip smack.
Baby— as in "lil baby" was indeed her man— or "my man" as she claimed it at the time. He wasn't too possessive but with her being a social media influencer and a club promoter she was always busy. With him being a artist, he was as well so he wanted to know her whereabouts always. She didn't mind for the most part since she loved him but if the relationship came to an end because of that— she wouldn't be surprised. And she low key didn't care if they broke up.
Ofcourse she had love for him, he just wasn't the top one priority. Maybe like top five. Her money and business was top one and her family was the rest.
"Preach!" tae said, invading the whole conversation.
She was sitting in his chair as of now, since he was installing her new wig. The style was going to be a simple middle pinned back ponytail. It was a simple black wig with wavy curls that he would just brush out to give it a flowy and puffed up look.
"Plus— it's fuck that nigga season right?" Asked Jayda. Considering that winter was officially over, she'd tweeted earlier about how when it got hot— all deals was off about parties, clubs and more.
"Right."
"Ok then. So put some shit on real quick and meet me at the location!" Jayda squealed, hanging up quickly.
