𝙇𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 • Central Cee

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As Amara stepped into her apartment, her designer bags laden with purchases, she couldn't shake off the frustration that had been building up inside her for the past two weeks. Her patience had worn thin, worn away by the constant presence of her friend, JD, who seemed to have taken up semi-permanent residence on her couch.

With a sigh, she glanced over at the couch where JD lay sprawled, his arm dangling off the edge, empty bottles scattered around him like fallen soldiers. Amara's blood simmered as she watched him, her irritation bubbling over.

"Jonathan Pierce Daviss, you're gonna have to say something to me eventually," she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration.

Startled, JD jolted awake, blinking blearily at the sight of Amara's furious expression. He scrambled to sit up, rubbing his eyes as if trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

Amara stormed over to the counter, slamming her sunglasses down with more force than necessary. She retrieved a bottle of Advil from a drawer, along with a bottle of water and a packet of crackers from the fridge. With a frustrated huff, she practically tossed them at JD's head.

"Here," she said curtly, watching as he fumbled to catch the items she'd thrown at him.

JD wasted no time in popping a couple of Advil and gulping down the water, his throat working as he swallowed. Amara snatched the water bottle from his hand, her gaze boring into him with intensity.

"My nigga, SPEAK," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Alright, Amara, no need to yell in my ear," JD replied, holding his hands up defensively. "I had no choice."

Amara's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "No choice...?" she echoed, her voice softening with concern.

JD took a deep breath, steeling himself before he spoke again. "Work is looking bleak for me, Amara," he confessed, his voice heavy with resignation. "The little gigs I'm doing aren't cutting it anymore. I had to..."

He trailed off, unable to meet Amara's gaze. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air between them, the unspoken truth lingering like a shadow.

Amara's eyes widened with realization, the pieces clicking into place. "I told you to come to me with anything," she said softly, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Why do this to yourself?"

Without hesitation, she flung herself into JD's arms, pulling him into a tight embrace. JD hesitated for a moment before returning the hug, his arms wrapping around her as if seeking solace in her warmth.

As Amara glanced at her phone, her eyes widened in alarm. "Shit, I have to go," she muttered, realizing she was already late for her SKIMS photoshoot with Oakley. Turning to JD, she said, "I'll be back in a few hours. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Okay?"

With a hurried goodbye, Amara made her way downstairs to the lobby where she was greeted by Dice, her scary looking bodyguard. She exchanged a quick greeting with him before they headed out to her waiting car. As they drove to the location of the photoshoot, Amara's mind raced with thoughts of the day ahead.

Upon arrival, Dice made a move to escort her inside, but she waved him off. "It's okay, Cench is there," she assured him, and he nodded, understanding her trust in his boss.

Entering the bustling studio, Amara was greeted by the familiar sight of her team preparing for the shoot. She quickly deposited her belongings in one of the dressing rooms before setting off to find Cench, who was already in the midst of preparations.

Spotting him in a dressing room, Amara couldn't help but chuckle as she watched him wince in pain while getting his hair braided. She approached him with a playful grin, catching his attention. As he pulled her closer by the waistband of her sweatpants, he leaned in for a kiss, the warmth of his embrace comforting her.