Yasmin has never been the relationship type, but she gets challenged to find love within a short period of time for financial help with the start of her own business right before everything in her life comes crashing down and somehow Chris finds his...
People write negative things, cause they feel that's what sells. Good news to them, doesn't sell.
My favorite quote from one of my biggest inspirations, Michael Jackson.
I literally had to remind myself that every time I see some bullshit article about me on a blog or social media.
I felt movement next to me as I sat in bed and looked over to Khloe.
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"Good morning," she smiled at me.
"Mornin'," I half smiled back.
"What's wrong?" she asked with worried eyes.
"Nothin more than the usual." I shrugged, getting out of bed.
Me and Khloe had been messing around for a few months, nothing serious.
We were great at first and I thought there was a connection, but naturally like most men do, I lost interest after we fucked.
"You want me to make breakfast?"
"Nah. Thanks though."
Unlike most men, I wasn't a user.
A lot of guys will know they don't want a relationship with a girl and let her do girlfriend shit for them and let them break their own heart cause they've done so much and a nigga still don't want them.
I don't let them do none of that, or lead nobody on, so a girl thinking she has feelings for me from just sex would make her... weak.
And I don't like weak women. But of course, 95% of women can't handle just sex and not get emotionally attached.
"When will you ever let me cook for you?" she asked.
"Never most likely. I don't wanna take this further than the sex."
Her face turned and she looked sad for a second before she looked angry.
"Why? We've been messing around for almost three months. Shit used to be so great. We got to know each other so well and-"
"Khloe," I sighed. "You know I don't argue unless I'm in a relationship."
"Ugh!" she yelled, and chucked the alarm clock from the bedside table at my head.
I moved just in time and sighed.
"Get out." I pinched the bridge of my nose, annoyed.
"No, I'm sorry. You're just really playing with my heart right now." she said, walking over to me.
"In order for me to play you, I'd have to act like I actually wanted you." I turned and walked into the bathroom.
I took a shower and brushed my teeth and when I came out the bathroom she was gone.
