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ෆ what she thinks of me extended...? includes smut ✎ part 2 for sweet but psycho or kiss it better? the original version of this story was deleted and i have no way of getting it back, so i had to come up with what i could, from memory 😔
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"Bitch, you taking me to this ghetto ass club?" You faced your friend, Ashlyn, as she parked her car.
"Girl, come on," she laughed.
Dragging you into the nightclub, you were thankful that she had connections. You would not be standing in line to get into a club that was known to get shot up. Even more, this was the same club you were getting into, fresh out of high school, what did you look like waiting in line to get in? You had recently moved back home to the Bronx from Atlanta, after starting your lash business, and since you had been home, business had been booming.
While you loved the life that you had made for yourself back home, you knew for sure, with all the love you got at home, your business was bound to have more success - and you were correct.
"What's good, mamas?" Ashlyn's boyfriend, Tay, said, wrapping his arm around her, as you both made it into the section. The club was more crowded the usual, drill music blasting throughout the walls.
"How you been Y/n?" Tay asked you, pulling you into a side hug.
"I'm good," you told him.
"Uh, Y/n, you gone squeeze my baby mama in, I'm tired of hearing that hoe mouth," Deshawn, Tay's brother said, making you laugh, as he pulled you into a side hug.
"Yeah, D, but just this once," you agreed.
"Thank you, baby girl," he said, making you frown, pushing away.
Deshawn was far from ugly, Dominican with a head full of curly hair, dimples, and the smoothest brown skin. You knew him since middle school, through Tay and Ashlyn. He was a few years older, gang-affiliated, and extremely generous. You could remember walking home from school and seeing him on the block. He'd walk you home, buy you food, get you Christmas gifts. He once told you if you were older he would've wifed you, but instead, he wanted to be like an older brother, someone you could come to.
