Courtney
I swayed my hips side to side as "Murder She Wrote" by Chaka Demus & Pliers blasted throughout the house. I've always been a fan of dancehall. I picked up the basket of dirty clothes that Ray and I had, going to the laundry room.
"Go momma, go momma," Ray cheered, dancing behind me. I laughed, shaking my head.
"Bye," I went into the laundry room. I loaded the washing machine with the clothes, starting up the load. Ray walked up to me, leaning me against the washing machine.
"Ray, what are you do-" he collided his lips into mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, kissing back. I slightly shoved him away.
"We can't do this in here," I gave him the side-eye with my finger on his nose. He pouted.
"And why not? Ain't nobody here, nobody gotta know bae come on," he pushed his manhood against my lower area. I sighed, trying to fight the temptation.
"No," I whined as he started to suck on my neck again. He ran his hands down to my butt, picking me up and placing me on the washing machine.
"Owe zaddy," I smirked. He lifted my shirt up, biting his bottom lip.
I walked out of the laundry room, fixing my sweat pants back into back. Ray came out, smirking.
"Big daddy always put it down," he smirked, doing the walk of pride. I laughed, playfully pushing him. He laughed, shaking his head.
"You know it's true," he exclaimed. I shook my head.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes, walking away.
I laughed, walking into the living room.
"Yeah zaddy bomb with the D," I laughed. I picked up my phone, reading a text message on my screen.
Unknown: *gun emoji* remember that bkitch. Y'all May have escaped but you know I will find you!
I gasped, feeling anxiety spark in me. I took soothing breaths, sliding my phone into my pocket. Ray came into the living room, approaching me.
"Wassup mama," he hugged my waist. I slightly hugged him back. He pulled back, frowning.
"What's wrong?" he asked, eyeing me. I shook my head.
"Nothing," I spoke forcing a smile on my face. He shook his head.
"Nah, baby what is it?" he asked. I sighed, walking away from him. "Nothing Rayan."
"Courtney you know I'm here for you and I care about y-" I cut him off, "Rayan, just stop! Damn."
He sighed, walking away. I sat on the couch, placing my hands on each side of my temples.
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Rayan
I picked up my phone, dialing my cousin Dee, number.
"What's up brody?" he answered.
"Where you at?" I asked.
"Coming from the bando, why what's up?" he asked.
"Something odd with Courtney, I think it's Meek trying to contact her," I said sighing, stroking my chin. He sucked his teeth, sighing.
"That motherfucking nigga," he growled. I sat on the couch.
"What you gon do bro? You ready to start that plan?" Dee asked. I sighed, running a hand down my face. "I have no choice bro."
"Let's do it."
TO BE CONTINUED. . . . . . . . . . . .

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Good Luck Charm [Urban]
Novela JuvenilCourtney Stevenson. The seventeen year old who had to move away from the life she absolutely loved. After her parents divorced, she was forced to move away with her mother and baby sister to Philadelphia. Her mother was relocated to her job in Phila...