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celebwatch west london rapper, central cee, has been seen kissing prada model, nadya lilova. the pair were seen leaving a club, sharing a few words before this picture was taken. as we don't know much about both of their lives due to their quite recent rise to fame, we can only assume that they're a couple, however, it all remains a possibility for now. follow for more.
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user1 they're such opposites what 😭😭
user2 already broke my heart, cench 💔
user3 lowkey they look good together
user4 their babies will be beautiful
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i feel a soft touch on my hip, random shapes being drawn as i rub my eyes to wake up a little before i'm hit by a headache. 'there's aspirin on the table.' oakley mumbles in my hair after pecking my forehead and i sit up, and take the pill with some water.
'for fuck's sake.' i groan, getting out of bed despite oakley's firm hold on my waist.
'where you going?' he asks as i rush to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. 'yo, yo, yo.' he says, following me, holding my hair back as he gently rubs my back and i start laughing as i sit against the wall. he flushes the toilet as he flashes me a look of concern. 'why the hell are you laughing?'
'because it's funny.' i shrug before i bend over the toilet seat again, spewing as he holds my hair back again.
'nady.' he mumbles before i lean back against the wall again, wiping the corner of my mouth ad i giggle again and he flushes the toilet again. 'it's not fucking funny, can you stop.' he says sternly as i shake my head, and he moves towards me as i start to get up, looking like he has no idea what to do.
'i'm fine, oak.' i say, heading for the sink as i take my toothbrush and toothpaste, brushing my teeth.
'but you're not though, you just fucking threw up and we didnt use protection yesterday.' he says in a whisper-yell as he shuts the door before coming to stand beside me. i spit in the sink and rinse out my mouth and toothbrush before looking at him.
'so?'
'so?' he asks in disbelief. 'i'm not getting you fucking pregnant, nadya.'
'and i'm not so can you chill out?' i ask with a small chuckle in an attempt to relieve the situation but i can practically feel the rage radiating off of him.
