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We were two hours into a nine hour flight to Paris

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We were two hours into a nine hour flight to Paris.

"Diamond you sure bout bein wit a nigga? You went through so much shit already cause of me" Malik asked me as we laid in the bed

"Malik, this the life I was given and continued to choose, long before you. You really think a 9-to-5 job and a small suburban house would make me happy? If I wanted predictable, I'd be knitting sweaters in a library somewhere." I said as I rolled my eyes

"Yo ass never fail to amaze me" he said as he pulled me closer towards him

"And YO ass need to stop overthinking" I responded


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"This shit too bougie fa my ass!" I said as I looked at the fancy ass food that we were served

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"This shit too bougie fa my ass!" I said as I looked at the fancy ass food that we were served

"You tellin me" he agreed

"How long we gone be in Paris?" I asked him

"For as long as we want" he responded while taking a bite of his croissant

"You know I got a job right?" I reminded him

"YOu KnOw I'm yO bOsS rIgHt" he mocked me as he imitated my voice

"Shut up"
"Nah on some real shit though, I forgot you was my boss" I laughed after really thinking about it

"Not for long" he rolled his eyes

I hope he don't try and make me stop stripping



"Where we going next?" I asked him curiously

"Shopping" he told me as we got up out of our seats and headed into a car with a driver

"How long is the Chanel store from here?" Malik asked the driver

"5 minutes" the driver said in a French accent

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