A privileged young woman from the Upper East Side falls for a charming drug dealer from the South Bronx. Despite their different background stories they still fall inlove. They start to face challenges from their families and society, can their love...
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"Thank you bestieeeeee" I said looking at my hair. I grabbed $150 dollars out my purse but Jas didn't grab it. I looked back at her and she was cleaning her area.
"Here bestie." I said giving her the money.
"Oh no girl Malik already paid." She said continuing to clean up. I looked over at him and he was scrolling on his phone.
"You ready mama?" He asked looking up from his phone. Once he seen me his face turned soft. "You so beautiful." He said smiling, but once he seen the expression on my face he got confused.
"What's wrong?" He asked standing up. He started walking towards me and I stood up.
"You paid for my appointment?" I asked looking up at him. I didn't have a problem with it. It was just something I wasn't used to. I wanted to do 1,000 cartwheels right then and there.
"Oh yea I paid for it once you told me. You hungry?" He asked staring at me.
"Let's go to waffle house!!" I semi-yelled jumping up and down. I lovedddddddddddddddddd waffle house.
"Cmon beautiful." Malik said wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Yall coming to Derrick house later?" Jas asked coming back into the living room. I looked over at Malik.
"Yea we gon be there later." He said looking down at his phone. He guided me to the door and opened it for me. I walked out and started walking to the car. Once he unlocked the doors, he came and opened the door for me.
"Thank you." I said getting in the car. He looked down at me and smirked. He came closer to my face and kissed me.
"You so beautiful Ariya." He said looking in my eyes. I looked down and blushed.
"Thank you Malik." I replied to him. He stood up and closed my door. He walked over to the other side and got in the car.
"Let's go to waffle house now." I said once he got inside the car. He looked over at me and nodded his head.
"Use your words." I said staring at me.
"Yes ma'am." He said staring back at me.
I smiled and he started the car. Once he pulled off I started to record myself to the songs he was playing.
"Classy nails, french tips. These bitches can't sit with you. White toes for da hoesssssss." I sang with Skilla Baby.
