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ෆ visiting him at rikers island
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"You're clear, you can go in," the officer said, handing you the bucket, holding your purse.
"Thanks," you mumbled, releasing the air, you didn't even realize you had been holding in.
Your heart was racing, as you nervously approached the room, this moment seemed like a dream, as much as you talked about it, and now it was happening. It was only a few months ago, when you began talking to Kevin.
Six Months Ago
"Fuck the IG baddies, I gotta get you on my girl homegirl," Arion told his best friend, face timing him, through Jaypay.
"Oh, you talking about y/n? Bitch fine as fuck, but she stuck up," somebody could be heard saying in the background.
"Nigga, she stuck up with you, because you ugly," Arion said, making Kay laugh.
"Nah, but for real, I been telling her about you, and she feeling you," he continued.
"She feeling me? She don't even know me, nigga," Kay shook his head.
"Trust me, you know I'm not gonna hook you up with no treesh, look I'll give you her number, call it, she is bad," Arion told him.
"Aight bet, I'll holla at you," Kay said, before ending the call. Seeing the number soon being texted to him, he felt slightly nervous.
He had no problem getting hoes, but if you were as bad as they claimed, would you really want to deal with somebody, who was possibly stuck in prison, for an unknown amount of years? The chances were slim. It couldn't hurt to see what you looked like through, he had nothing but time on his hands.
Calling the number, it rang for a bit, before you finally answered. You sat in a chair, most likely in a living room. Your hair laid, eyelashes done, and the most eye catching, your cleavage sitting perfectly in the white tank top.
