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Love on the Run

Love on the Run

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, ohh. Houston, Atlanta, Vegas, NY to the Bay and

Toronto to MIA and all I have to say is oh my god. LAX up to the Hollywood hills., remembering you girl is giving me chills. I remember shoppin, then remember poppin, rockin, that was so good. And we had something in common, no strengths meant no problems. but the feelings you caught them. And the funny thing is nobody knew what was between me and you. I think about the things we would do this time it was true. – Khalil

My name is Ashley; I’m 5’5, brown wavy hair with honey brown tips on the ends, chocolate brown eyes, I guess you can say I have an olive colored skin. I’m Portuguese and I’m original from California but I moved to New York City to persuade my fashion career. Now I’m known as the number one greatest fashion designer in NYC. I’ve designed clothes for many celebrities such as Trey Songz, 2 Chainz, Nicki Minaj, and of course Diggy Simmons. And only being at the age of 18, that’s very successful, a least too me. I was on my way to my office when my assistant/best friend Justice called me.

Ashley: Hello

Justice: Hey Ashley, Umm…we have a problem at the office..

Ashley: What do you mean “we have a problem”?

Justice: well, Derrick is here and he’s basically demanding to see you. I told him I would call security but he still refuses to leave without talking to you.

Ashley: *rolls eyes* he can’t be serious, like does he not knows that this is my place of business. Ughhh…I’ll be there in 5 minutes.

Justice:  okay…P.s. stop rolling your damn eyes and I told your ass not date he’s crazy ass! *click*

Did this chica just hand up on me?! That damn Justice for you professional on the job but ratchet as hell in person and on the phone. She lucky I love her crazy self. <3 Bad Girlz for Life

I was pulling into the parking lot, when my iPhone started ringing indicating that  I got a text message from…Derrick.

- Text Message-

Derrick: I know you’re in this damn office, so open this fucking door!

I rolled my eyes and pretended that I didn’t see it. Let me fill you guys in on me and derrick relationship. Well first you ever heard don’t date your customers. Okay well apparently I didn’t get the message, but anyway. Derrick made appointment with me one day about designing a custom made jacket and the next minute were having sex on my office desk. Yeah, I know this sound bad but we haven’t even got to bad part. Two days after that he came and ask me out and we started dating for like 6 months. Within those six months I found out that Derrick was a basketball player for the New York Knicks.  One day I decide I stop by he’s practice to surprise, but I was the one who was surprise. He was kissing some blonde chick by the name of Vanessa and apparently, they’ve been dating for last four months and the bitch had fucking herpes. When I found that shit out, I raced over to Derrick apartment. Took out my baseball bat and well bust all tow windows out he’s car. Then I went back to my apartment and set all the shit he gave on fire, including his clothes. I was done with he’s bullshit, like are fucking serious?! You’ve gave that bitch fucking disease or worst! You would think I wouldn’t go back to him, but foolish me believed in his stupid lies and went back to him. Just for him to cheat on me again and this time I was done. I stop answering he’s phone calls, text messages, etc. I was done with our relationship. Derrick was my first and worst everything I had. But I’ve learned from my mistakes and I will NEVER date him again. As I walk into my office building, was met with the devil himself…Derrick. I still don’t see until this day, what the hell I saw in him. Sure he was sexy on the outside but inside was just so ugly like his personality. I was about to walk pass him, but he grabbed my arm.