Mr. Valdez, a 31-year-old CEO unexpectedly falls in-love with a young ordinary girl, Ms. Buka. His eventful life, past traumas; he finds solace in her calm and nurturing nature. But he falls even deeper with her badass side.
It's a secret society All we ask is trust (All we ask is trust) All we got is us Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty 🎼🎤
- Rihanna & Kendrick Lamar
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Larah's Outfit <--> Clay's Outfit
Larah's POV
At this point, I'm sure I'm living in one of my answered prayers. I'm with Clay, the one woman I've loved and the only best friend I've ever had. Those four years were like torture, and I almost thought she'd never come for me, I was stupid, right?
And then there's Candice, I don't know but she reminds me of Clay, the first time I saw her in that lecture room. I would love to have her around more often.
And there's a boy, he's crazy, my kind of crazy! Clay thinks I'm the female version of Nate and I couldn't agree more. Just when I was deep in thought, I see a familiar figure and the profile checks mudafuckin Bella Croft!!!
"This bitch!" I spat as I made my way through the crowd, I didn't need to ask, I knew Clay was right on my heels. That's how loyal she is.
"Larah, what bitch?" she asked, still following me as I grabbed Bella by the arm spinning her around to face me.
"Of course, I'm not seeing you in the club because you're home, working on the schedule your boss sent you," I said sarcastically, then waited for her response.
"Girl, leave me alone, don't you have new best friends to entertain?" she hissed at me.
"Oh, so I'm the bad guy here? Clay wanted me to invite you so bad, but you had to be a bitch and lie? Saying you had work? The fuck is wrong with you?" I scoffed at her bringing her face closer to mine.
"I don't care what Klein or whatever her n_," I cut her off poking her chin up to face me.
"I'll tell you two things; one, you don't want to mess with her; two, Clay is where I draw the line, cunt!" she moved her face from me her eyes sending daggers at Clay.
"Next time say all that bullshit to my face and I swear nobody'd recognize all that silicon once I'm done with you, GET IT?" Clay spat, giving her a dirty look.
"She's a beast," I smirked, "Don't say I didn't warn you," I sneered at her before lacing arms with Clay heading back to the VIP section, turns out the guys were watching the whole scene not far from where we were. They followed us back to the couch.
"Popsie, who was that? She isn't safe, you almost killed her," Nate asked dramatically pulling my hand into his. I see Clay's eyes on our hands, she briefly smiled and sipped from her glass.
"She was heavily punching my wrong buttons," I said with my eyes still trained on her and I sipped my liquor adjusting myself comfortably on the couch.
"Ignore her," Nate said, his thumb rubbing circles on the back my hand trying to calm me. I could see Clay smiling shyly from the conversation she was having with Ron.
