Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Eleven

Sorry for taking soooooooo long yet again. I leave Canada in four days, so I'll probably be back to my normal writing routine. I hope y'all like this chapter and enjoy seeing Jade and Michael all cute and cuddly. Vote, comment, add this to your libraries, and do yo thang. Love y'all. <3

- Keiana

Chapter Eleven

Jade Caswell

 

"So you didn't have a boyfriend at the time, but now you do?"

"Exactly. I didn't want you to think I was playing you or something, and I hate that we're not friends anymore." I was trying to rekindle Kalo and I's relationship, 'cause it was really awkward at work still.

"I never stopped being friends with you Jade, to be honest I was just really scared of your man. Are you sure you’re okay? He’s really intimidating.” I fought the urge to laugh. That’s exactly how I felt about Michael before we got together, but now he’s a really big teddy bear.

“I’m fine, we’re fine.Thanks for your concern though Kalo. Now let’s do this.” I shook the dice and dropped them on the table. We were playing Monopoly because the tattoo shop was so empty. Even the tattoo artists were sleeping in their rooms.

 

It was a Sunday, who came and got tattoos done on a Sunday? Why were we even open on Sundays?

 

What’re you doing? Besides thinking about me of course? - Jade

 

Haha, you’re not funny. I’m at Chris’s discussing business - Michael

 

I wasn’t allowed to be included in Michael’s business, he said it would corrupt me even further.

 

Ohhh, grown man business. Fun :) - Jade

 

I’m a grown ass man, don’t ever forget that shit - Michael

I won’t baby, I won’t. - Jade

 

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“Fuck with me you know I got it, sexy bitch I hope she ‘bout it. Fuck with me you know I got it.” I rapped as I cleaned up my apartment. Mhm, I loved the sound of that, my apartment. I bought everything in here, and I paid for rent. I felt so independent.

“Aye Jade, where you at?” I heard Michael yell through the apartment.

“In my bedroom!” I responded and continued to dust. I had a slight case of OCD when it come to cleanliness.

“There’s my baby. Come here.” I walked into Michael’s awaiting arms and leaned up on my tippy toes to kiss his pouty lips. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of this.

 

Michael nipped on my bottom lip and his hands wandered down to my waist and to my nonexistent booty that he loved so much.The kiss started getting more intense and Michael started unbuttoning my shorts.