**************What TF is uuuuuuup? OMG I MISSED Y'ALL LOL. First of all my book got 1,000+ likes, now I know that's not a lot to some people but I'm grateful.... Shout out to y'all for reading my shit. This chapter dedicated to Tati420 shout out to you lil mama for keeping me focused those comments be having me hype as shit at work. LOL.*********************** Tell me what y'all think about this chapter frfr 'cause this the chapter I been stuck on this the one I said I thought was bullshit, but let me know y'all opinion (It's just a filler) I done wrote like seven different chapters tryin to...IDk, make 'em good, but the good shit coming, I'm back. * * *
"Baby you my everything, you all I ever wanted. We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it. You'll be up on everything them other hoes ain't never on. I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it."
"You scared?" I asked Tre who was looking around the airport, paranoid.
"Nah I ain't scared." He said, shaking his head from side to side. I laughed.
"Baby, it's just a plane. You gone be aight. You know what? Come with me." I grabbed his hand and we walked to the family restroom. I locked the door and sat up on the sink counter. He laughed walking towards me.
"Swear to God I done turned you out." He said, unbuttoning my pants.
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"Oh my gosh! My baby!" I screamed, jumping due joy as I ran to my red Audi. "Oh how I've missed you!" I hugged her. Tre was looking at me like I'm crazy. "Say hi to GiGi." I told him. I named my car Ginger, but I call her GiGi. I showed him around the house that I grew up in. "Alright and this is where the magic happens." I said pushing open the French Doors that lead to my bedroom.
He raised and eyebrow, "What magic? I ain't never been in here." I laughed. When I turned around he was still just standing at the door. I looked at him. "I ain't coming in there if you been fucking niggas in there." I smacked my lips.
"I'll slap the fuck out you lil boy!" I said. He just made me mad the only nigga I done ever fucked is DiAntre Markel Coleman. I got lots of head, but fucking... Nah!
"I'm sorry."
"Cool." I said, falling backwards onto my bed. Tre walked around looking at everything.
"Hell nah girl." I looked up and he had a picture of me and Jodi on my Milk, my white Mustang... Not the car.
"I always knew y'all was gay."
I laughed, "We are not gay, that's Milk..."
"I can't imagine you riding no horse though."
"I begged my daddy for him, I had to ride him."
"Brook you gotta horse?" Tre asked looking at me with shocked eyes.
I nodded, "Yeah." I said slowly. "Where it's at? Why you ain't never tell me? Hell nah girl! Now I see how spoiled you really are." I rolled my eyes, throwing a pillow at him "he's on the farm at my dad's Estate in Savannah... I never told nobody cause then everybody would call me spoiled." I pouted. I hate when people think that I think I'm better than them it's irritating.
He shook his head, looking around.
I went into my bathroom to take a shower. I love my bathroom it's all white with Rose Gold Trimmings. I grabbed my favorite towel and started the water. This has been one long ass couple of months. I ran bath water instead, I added hella bubbles and bath salt I turned on the jets and smiled. I opened up the window and slid out of my clothes. Damn I've missed home. I stepped into my hot tub, relaxing in the steaming got water. I picked up my clamp and put my hair on top of my head. Home. Sweet. Home. It's crazy as hell how I was anxious as hell when it was time to go to Chicago, I damn near ran my ass home this time. I closed my eyes and thought about everything. Never cry over the same thing twice. I repeated what my Abuela would tell me as a kid. Just a few months ago I was a lil girl with a lil mind. The growth that has taken place is crazy.

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