Chapter Twenty Six- Truth

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Just a little insight, Ryan couldn't go to New York to spend time with her family for thanksgiving so her, Justine, Michael, Steelo and John spent the holiday together, but her sister flew out to spend the week with her.

Just a little insight, Ryan couldn't go to New York to spend time with her family for thanksgiving so her, Justine, Michael, Steelo and John spent the holiday together, but her sister flew out to spend the week with her

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(Ryan's POV)

"Isn't it funny that the guys are in the kitchen cooking and we're on the couch watching a football game?" I kick my feet up onto Michael's table looking over at Justine and Jasmine

"Not really, John always cooks for us but just adding Michael to the mix is great. He can throw the fuck down."

"Honestly, I didn't think he could really cook like that." Jasmine adds.

"You need to be in there making my favorite apple pie." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Yeah Ry, where are our pies?" Jasmine copies Justine's look.

"What are y'all five? Plus I already made them they're in the fridge."

"Really?" They get up excitedly.

"Bring your ass in this kitchen if you want to, y'all thot asses will be cooking

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"Bring your ass in this kitchen if you want to, y'all thot asses will be cooking." Steelo shouts from the kitchen. "Got us slaving and shit." He grumbles thinking we can't hear him.

"No one told you that you had to cook." Justine yells back at Steelo who comes out the kitchen with his hands on his hips.

"So I guess you don't want to eat? Take ya ass home." He pokes his thumb towards the door.

"Are you going to come back here and finish these yams?" John asks holding a spoon.

"Yeah hold on I'm trying to get rid of these infectious thot pockets."

"Stop talking about my baby's friend and sister." Michael comes out of the kitchen taking off his apron. He comes over to me kissing me on the lips.

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