Amarie and Chris never spent a day apart until their love was forcefully ripped away from one another. They now live completely separate lives battling with their inner demons. They wish for the day they could be together again but they don't think...
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As I park my car at the lakehouse, I text Tyga letting him know I was finally here. At first, I wasn't going to come but after some contemplating, I said fuck it. Maybe this was exactly what I needed to let go of some stress I had built up inside of me. I wasn't going to lie, I was kind of nervous to see Amarie but I wasn't going to show it. I made a decision to approach this on a mature level. I wasn't up for the arguing and bickering. My ultimate goal was to chill out with my niggas and enjoy the weekend. Everyone was already having fun so I wasn't about to be a buzz kill. All a nigga needed right now was some Henny and OG Kush. That'll definitely put my mind at ease.
After killing the ignition, I grab my Fendi Monster backpack out the back seat and head for the door. It was cold as fuck out here and this nigga was taking forever to open the door. After a few knocks, Ty opens the door with the widest smile on his face. I couldn't help but laugh at him. "You a goofy looking muthafucka. You know that right?" I say dapping him up roughly before pulling in for a hug.
"You should be the last nigga talking." He chuckles as he moves to the side to let me in. I could hear the music and loud voices as we step further in the foyer. "They're all in the living room," Ty said slapping my shoulder as he walks past me leading the way. I follow behind him into the house until we reach the living room.
My eyes fly in her direction like a magnet. In a room full of people I would always be able to spot her first. She sat on her knees with her back facing me in front of Sean. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of her ass in the gray joggers she had on. Sean had this smile on his face while he looked at her. In their hands, they held UNO cards. Amarie constantly tried to peak over at his cards but he held them close to his chest. He says something that I couldn't make out through the music. She laughs mushing his face before putting her next card down. Their interactions bothering me so much that I want to go over there and break it up but I need to keep it cool.
"Look what the fuck the cat dragged in! My nigga Breezy!" Mijo said holding his arms out wide as Sharea stood in front of him.
Her laughing comes to a halt as Amarie finally looks back and notices me standing there. She didn't even need to smile at me for me to see my presence was wanted. Her eyes alone told me everything I needed to know. I felt an instant connection with her that made so many different emotion come to life. No matter how much we argue, no one can deny that we love had for one another. Although she's back physically, I still miss her all the time. I couldn't help but look at her with desire. No matter what she wore or what she was doing, Amarie always looked good.
