Kali wants Khalif in her life every moment of the day 24/7. She doesn't want to be alone, and doesn't want to be hurt again. Her love for Khalif is not by choice, it's by compulsion. Her love for Khalif makes her fight against being a broken-hearted...
Today is my first day of modeling and Khalif wanted to join me.
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"Put your arm on your hip. Right there, hold it" the photographer said instructing me.
He took the picture and Lauren said take five.
"You did good, babe" Khalif said.
"Thanks" I smiled.
"Khalif, you have someone here to see you" Lauren said.
She pointed to a girl sitting at the table. We both walked over there.
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"Hey Khalif" she said touching his hand.
He moved her hand. "Tyla? What are you doing here? H-how did you find me?"
"Yeah, who are you?" I jumped in their conversation.
"I should ask you the same question." she looked at me and raised her eyebrow.
"You should back up off of him" I said moving her hand from Khalif.
"Mind your business" she said.
"He is my business" I faked a smile.
"Oh really? Well bitch, you should probably know I fuck Khalif every other night" she said.
I threw a punch at her before Khalif held me back. "Bitch" I yelled as I pulled her hair. She scratched the side of my face and I spit in her direction. "You fucking with the wrong one, hoe! Show up again, I'll beat yo motherfucking ass!" She laughed and walked towards the door.
Not only did this bitch come to my job, but she fucked with Khalif. I don't know whether it's true or not. I'll ask Khalif, but lemme find out this bitch really fucking with him, all hell is breaking loose.
