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Chapter Nine

October 15, 2024

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reeva Best friend, you my motherfuckin' soulmate
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zillafatu Hey best friend @kaylathepublicist 😁

Reeva chuckled as she scrolled through her Instagram feed, her eyes dancing over the comment section of her latest post.

There, Zilla was flirting up a storm with Kayla, who was sitting right beside her, an amused smirk plastered across her face. Zilla's comments were playful and teasing, a mix of emojis that hinted at his interest.

Reeva leaned in, nudging Kayla gently. "You know you're like four years older than him, right?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Kayla's smirk only widened. "And?" she shot back, unfazed.

Reeva couldn't help but roll her eyes, feeling a mix of exasperation and amusement. "I thought you liked them older," she replied, crossing her arms with a mock-serious expression.

Kayla broke into song, her voice rising playfully. "Age ain't nothing but a number," she sang, channeling the confident energy of Pretty Ricky. Reeva couldn't suppress a laugh, shaking her head. Kayla had a way of turning any situation into a light-hearted moment, and today was no exception.

"Nah, I like them fine," Kayla insisted, her gaze shifting back to the screen as she focused on Zilla's latest comment. "And he is fine."

Reeva shook her head again, this time with a smile. "Okay now, Kayla," she said, trying to sound more serious, but the laughter in her voice betrayed her.

Kayla shot her a look, playful yet pointed. "Focus on Jacob," she advised, referencing the man who had been consuming Reeva's thoughts lately.

With a sigh, Reeva pushed herself off the couch, making her way to the kitchen. She could smell something delicious wafting from the stove—her mother had outdone herself again. Baked potato topped with salmon and creamy cheese sauce. It was one of Reeva's favorites, and the thought of it made her stomach growl.

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