°•°•Destiny Adrianna Harris°•°•
It's been a few months since that night Quentin and I had sex. He been acting strange and staying out all night. He better not be cheating or I'mma gut his monkey ass like a fish. When his phone rings he hurry up and answer it and leave the room. I swear I'll kill him that's all I'm saying.
Good news tho my birthday is next week. I'll be 18! I can't wait. I have to go get something to wear tho.
I slipped into a pair of black leggings and a Aztec high-low shirt. I put on a lair of Nine West sandals to complete my outfit. As for my hair I throw it in a ponytail. Grabbing my keys and phone I walked out the house.
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I was in the Gucci store looking at dresses when someone walked over to me.
"Why is someone as fine as you shopping by yourself?"
"I'm not." I said defensively.
"My bad shawty. I was just making small talk."
"It's cool." I said looking through the racks of dresses.
"Can I have your number?" Hmm I thought about it.
"Sure, whatever." We exchanged numbers. I didn't give him my real number, but I do have more then one number for my phone. After that I went back to shopping.
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I walk in the house to see Quentin on his fucking phone yet again. He sees me and quickly hangs up.
"Let me help you with the bags." He said. I nodded.
Once I had everything put away. I smelled food. This nigga cooking? It better be a good reason. Only time he cook is when he has something to tell someone.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Nothing baby. I just felt like cooking." He laughed nervously. Nigga can't even lie properly.
Well my guess was wrong he cooked 'cause he know he hasn't been around lately, but it's for a good reason. I truly hope so 'cause I got bond money. He picked me up and carried me upstairs. As soon as he stepped into the room he ripped off my clothes and threw me on the bed and you know what happened from there.
Still don't trust his ass though.
