Me and Chris are at the club, Mauls Night club once again. I am wearing a green sleeveless dress with a slit, it's really skimpy. I got my hair redone, and I put it in a bun. I have on a bunch of jewelry.
Chris is wearing α grey nike tech, grey and black Jordan 4s, α bunch of chains, and some stud earrings. He's so fine.
I'm throwing my @$$ back on Chris and he's throwing 1000 dollar bills on me. I feel like α stripper.
I actually was α stripper for α couple months, but then I made enough money and was over it. To many old men were giving me money. And asking to own me off 1mil...
"F*ck baby, just like that." Chris groans, while throwing the cash.
I keep doing exactly what I'm doing. He smacks my @$$ while throwing the cash. And believe me, he ain't picking that cash back up.
Chris is crazy rich man. He gets about 500k a week. I don't know why the f*ck this man chose me out of anybody, im broke as f*ck. But I'm glad he did, I love him so much, and I'm so glad I have him, I almost lost him. Twice.
"Chris my legs are tired." I complain.
"Fine." He puts the money back in his pocket and help me to a chair.
"Want a drink?" He asks, pulling out his wallet.
"Sure, I don't want to get to drunk though." I say, rubbing my legs.
He nods and gets up, "don't let any old man or just anyone at all touch you, okay?" I nod.
He goes to buy the drinks.
Just as he said, an old man comes towards me, "number, baby?" He looks 60, pushing on 70.
"What the f*ck, heck no." I scoot away.
He walks away and says it to another younger girl.
He's sick.
Another man comes towards me but this time, ITS F*CKING NATHAN. I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!
"Oh my f*ck, what the actual f*ck, weren't you dead?" I ask, blinking multiple times.
"No, I was short, not killed stupid @$$ b1tch." He says, with an attitude.
Oh nah, he not finna have an attitude with me after litterally kidnapping me to have me back.
"Oh f*ck no." I say, getting up and going towards Christan.
He was walking back with the drinks, he got two mimosas, not much so we don't get to drunk.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He says, sitting down the drinks.
"Look!!" I say, pointing towards Nathan.
"Oh f*ck nah, wasn't his black @$$ dead?" He questions, pulling out his gun.
"Chris no, don't kill him, at least not in front of all these people, you'll go back to jail!"
"Your right." He says, putting the gun back in his pocket.
Why does this man just casually walk around with α whole ak-30 in his pocket.
Nathan comes towards me, "baby, I love you, let's get back together." but I grab his collar and pin him against the wall.
"I f*cking promise, man, I f*cking hate you, man. I'm not taking your @$$ back, I literally took off your freaking p3nis. What about that makes you think I want you back?!" I shout.
"Please baby, I'll take care of you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!" He whines.
"Oh, you didn't mean to cheat on me twice, send me f*cking s3x tapes of you with my best friends, abuse me, only talk about my body, not tell me you love me, and f*cking kidnap me?" I shout, nobody batted an eye because of how loud the musci is and how drunk everyone is right now.
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Middle School Crush |18+
Romance" I wake up in a dark room, I try to get up but I'm pinned to a foldable chair. If whoever this is is trying to kidnap me, they should at least have a better chair. "CHRIS?" I yell, as loud as I can. "BABY!" He yells in return, it was really muffled...
