My 50th chapter 😮
Oh shit! I'm so mind blown and grateful.
Thank you guysssss x
-----Tamar allowed me to leave Mexico that night so I did, first thing in the morning.
I went to stay at Diddy's while Tamar stayed in Mexico for another day. As I wait for Quincy to come back to his room I scroll through the pictures on twitter. The pictures are from last night, Quincy went out to dinner with Kourtney Kardashian.
For why?
They look awfully close, we can't be out here talking to the same guy plus she's hella older.
"Babygirl." I look up at Quincy with a fake smile before locking my phone. He shows me his phone which has a picture that he took of me a few days ago. "IG ready or nah."
I give him a weird look. "Hell nah."
"Why not?" He questions as he sits infront of me.
My petty mouth takes over, "Cause I wouldn't want a certain Kardashian to be all over this by the way she's a lot older and has three kids."
"Really?" He gives me blank look so I purse my lips at him. He looks down at his phone and posts the picture which prompts me to slap the side of his head.
"What the fuck Quincy?" I hiss at him as my phone begins to blow up, everyone is going crazy over it and Val is being tagged like crazy in the comments.
I grab his phone and chuck it on the other side of the bed. That shit is expensive, I'm not gonna smash it.
"You had no right to post that shit. People are already hating on me and you're just adding to the drama." I continue to bang on about the whole Kardashian fan gang coming after me on social media.
"Shut up." He says and I give him a look. "You're my girl, you know that. Nobody knows that we made it official and it shouldn't be an issue."
"You asked me out today." I state before adding, "After you went on your little date with miss thang last night which you didn't tell me about."
"Man you talk too much." I push him and he grabs ahold of my hands then pulls me close. "I'm kidding."
"You look cute with your cougar."
"You're my girl, Tiana. My only girl." He sighs in frustration, "Damn, I wanted you since the BET awards almost two years ago but you went after that older guy. That dancer Val Cherv—— I don't know how to pronounce his name and I don't care but you don't see me getting annoyed at the fact that he keeps commenting on your posts."
We stay silent for a moment as he just stares at me.
"I'm taking you out for some food. Your aunt is gonna be there too so get ready." With that he walks out of his room, leaving his phone behind and leaving me with a guilty conscience.
———
YOU ARE READING
Tamar Braxton's Daughter *Not Edited*
FanfictionThis is my life as Tamar Braxton's 17 year old daughter.