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...
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"Dori, this was truly a good time but now I'm about to go take a nap. So thank you." Dorian opened his door before Lay could open hers.
"You're welcome." He grabbed her flowers and purse for her and helped her up the few stairs she had.
"I'll see you tonight right?" She asked, not wanting him to walk away just yet but she wanted to go slow with him. Before she even thought to fall for him she wanted to see all of his colors.
"Yes ma'am. You're going to your ex's family thing right?" Dorian asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Yes, but you don't have to worry about that." Lay fumbled with her Tiffany bracelet.
"I know. You have my trust until you don't. I trust that you will keep it honest with me. I know that you two have to co-parent, with Eli too until y'all figure that out." Dorian shrugged, he knew his worth and it would only tell him if Lay was worth his time.
"I like you, Dorian. You're different." Lay smiled and then yawned.
"Get some rest beautiful." Dorian kissed her forehead and stepped away from her door. Lay waved goodbye to him before walking into her apartment and locking the door.
She expected to be greeted with love but her apartment was vacant and dirty. Which made her even more irate.
Marlee had robbed her, essentially. Just because she had access to the accounts did not mean that she was authorized to take her money to use on whatever.
She made her an authorized user because she would have to fend for herself. However, Lay gave strict instructions. Only for food and necessities.
"I refuse to let this get me down. Let me go pray and meditate." Lay mumbled to herself. Walking to her room she expected it to be clean but it wasn't. Before she left, everything was spotless. Now? It looked like a bunch of college kids had a party and didn't clean up after themselves.
She had clean clothes in her suitcase, so she walked right on out after grabbing her car keys. Walking in the garage over to the trunk, Lay noticed her bumper had been scraped and damaged. The tail light was smashed and damn near hanging.
