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𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞| 𝟏𝟖
📍𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏𝐬𝐭
𝟑:𝟎𝟖 𝐩𝐦
"Get up!! 6'o clock gone pussy!" I threw myself onto Zade who was asleep in his bed.
"Ayee bwoii!" Miss Mel shouts from the living room.
"Sorry boh dah grams." I laughed as Zade groans.
We had just arrived back into the country less than 5 hours ago.
I was expected to be jet lagged just like the others but I was smart enough to take a sleeping pill as I was situated on the plane.
Work smart not harder.
"Dwg ain't no way yuh leff eh hills fi come yah and torment mn, yuh fuvk batty??" He hisses whilst pushing me off him.
"Ye caz yuh fuvk mi fuss and mek mi get addicted." I smirked and his eyes widened.
"Yyy!" He drags with the most disturbed look on his face.
"Next doh do that again Ute." I pointed my fingers at him as I sat upright in the bed.
Him rude.
And nuff.
"Yuh nave yuh baby mada fi guh rub dung or some beats fi mek??" He asks and I glared at him.
"Yuh know yuh nuh appreciate mn." I frowned as he sat upright as well.
"Anuh dat but breeze mi dwg." He chuckles while rubbing in eyes.
Speaking of baby mada.
"As yuh mention Dee suh yuh know seh mi wan surprise har wid a small gender reveal settings." I blushed at the thought of Daniella.
My boo...
My boo
My boo.
"Eeh." He says with a confused looked.
"A Wah now?" I asked knowing he would have smth else to say.
"Mi Neva seh nun dawg." He frowns.
"But yuh facial expression a tell mi a whole different ting." I told him honestly and he shrugged.
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The Crown|| On-Hold
FanfictionThe Crown - based of a family who came from the bottom and crawled on both knees to the very top of the food chain. This family's legacy has grown over time in the music industry with two generations going head for head and tail for tail to stay at...
