I stretched out and yawned. I was really sleepy and had a hangover. I rolled over and began to fall back asleep.
Next thing I know, a arm comes down across my body. I was confused and shocked but then I remembered where I was.
I opened my eyes and looked at the time
"5:30pm!?" I whispered shocked
I slid out from under his arm and grabbed my shit and the money he owes me off the counter and left.
I was running down the street putting my clothes on. People was looking at me like I was crazy but fuck them.
When I reached BWW3 I went in the bathroom and fixed myself up. I put on make-up and adjusted my clothes. I even finger combed my hair to look okay.
I came out the bathroom and strutted to one of the bar seats. I sat my purse next to me and grabbed a menu and looked at it. At the same time I was peeping all the guys that were there.
Well my name is Tiara. Tiara is all you need to know. I wont have a last name until I marry a rich nigga.
Im from ATL. I live with my bestie Kayla in a condo. We are the same height, same size. The only difference is Im lightskinned and shes brown skinned. Also I have green eyes. 5'6 little waist big ass blah blah blah.
Fuck school. Everyday me and Kay went we did nothing but act up. School beyond highschool was out of the picture. But we still get money.
Yes, we fuck niggas to get money. Thats not bad at all. I mean we both like sex and money and to combine the two is a blessing.
I just left one of my most richest, vulnerable niggas ever. He seriously cries for me to give him attention. He took me shopping in Paris once just for me to give him a kiss...yeah.
Im 21 and so is Kay. And yeah. Thats it.
I knew a lot of guys were going to be here in Bdubs because there was a championship game on. So far its been nothing but fucking teenage boys staring at me.
I noticed I still had on the short ass dress and see through leggins from last night. I shrugged and pulled out my phone and started texting Kayla. It was her turn to pay all the bills, plus I had to see what we were doing tonight.
I was eating my chicken when someone tapped on my shoulder. I wiped my mouth and looked up, only to see this tall sexy ass darkskinned dude. I've never seen a guy that cute.
We stared at eachother until he finally smirked and spoke up.
"saving this seat for someone?" he asked pointing to my purse
"maybe" i said slowly and seduvtive
"hmm"
He picked up my purse and sat it on the bar top.
"I promise you they wont have shit on me" he said winking.
I chuckled a little and went back to eating and watching the game. I could feel him watching me. I rolled my eyes slowly and kept doing me.
"I dont like when females roll they eyes lil mama"
"I dont like when niggas stare at me while I eat"
"just trying to figure you out"
"by staring at me while I eat and watch the game?"
"yup. The way you smashing that food infront of me lets me know you dont give a fuck what niggas think about you. You also not trying to impress me so I know you dont give a fuck about niggas at all. You're watching the game soo confused, which lets me know you're not here for the game. The way you dressed, lets me know either you didnt go home last night or you just flat out a hoe"
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Thug Story (Ride or Die)-Part 1 & 2
Ficción GeneralWhat happens when two people, both about their hustle, meets eachother? Read this story about a true Bonnie & Clyde. Of course, drama will always step in the way when a jealous female is involved. Be sure to read this and see for yourself.