This is the original Luv A Thug story. This is a stand alone just like the remix. You might understand characters more if you read this one.
Chalynn's life has never been a walk in the park. As a radio show host her life seems to be going seemingly...
Sorry for the long delay. As always if you have any questions feel free to ask oh and there are a couple of flashbacks in the next few chapters (⏮) that will signal them. Enjoy.
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"Here you are, Mr. Cathey." The Hermès associate came from behind the counter with the bag he had ordered for Aubree. They had a date today and he wanted to apologize in a big way.
"Damn! It's the Birkin for me." Marlee exclaimed looking at the box.
"You feel me!" Key chuckled before dapping Marlee up as if she was one of the guys.
"You gettin Lay a push gift?" Marlee asked, she loved to see Key happy and all but he owed her sister a few apologies. Key looked at Marlee with a face she couldn't read.
"A couple. Right after I get this DNA test and I wanna run that by Bree. " That caught Marlee off guard, he understood the second part but, DNA test?
Marlee smacked her lips and mugged him. Even though she said she wouldn't get in between the two of them, he was trying to play her.
"Okay, when she knocks your head in between the washer and dryer don't come crying to me. Trust me, Lay would never lie about a baby or their daddy." Marlee tried to laugh it off but she was offended for her sister.
"I had two bitches lie on me about a baby. Part of me knows she wouldn't do that. The other half of me just wants to be safe. This gone be my first baby before I go all out. I just wanna make sure." Markeyvius wasn't doing it to be malicious, he truly just wanted to give this baby his all.
"I mean... I guess that makes sense. Can you just wait though? Like until we know she's okay." Marlee asked as they walked out of the store.
"That was the plan," Key said with a lowkey attitude as if he was done with the conversation. He unlocked the doors to his whip before hopping inside and pulling off.
"You got an attitude or sum?" Marlee crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow at him.
"Me and Cha's business is our own. I shouldn't have even brought it up to you." He scoffed shaking his head.
"I know Key but I just ... feel bad for her. Here Aubree gets the best of you. Birkins and dates as apologies, all Lay got was a baby and a miscarriage. Bipolar mood swings. You throwing shit at the walls. Let's not talk about the time you accidentally put your hands on her. Do you know how traumatic that was? She had her trauma with shit like that but here she was coming and helping you whenever you needed it. She had her fair share of fuck ups but, I-I don't know." Marlee started fiddling with her fingers.
