Chapter Eight x Favorite
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'Yo, I just wanna be ya rider
Get locked, I'mma write ya
You on the road? I'mma Skype ya
I don't wanna hype ya
But you a lucky nigga if my mean ass like ya
You ain't never have a bitch understand you
Most of them wanna use you when they ran through
I just wanna be somebody, that can add to
Your wife, be a friend, be a teacher and a fan too
I just wanna listen
When you leave I say "damn, I fucking miss him"
I just wanna be your vixen
Give you something real wet, to put your lips in
I wanna be the only one that can check you, and still respect you
Cause it's you I would change for, you always make sure
You could put your gun down, you could have fun now
You could tell your niggas that you won now, one down
Run through the clubs with the baddest
Bitches is the maddest, nothin' else matters
I just wanna be your favorie' - Nicki Minaj ft. Jeremih
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Essence
I woke up with the biggest grin on my face. Thoughts from last night filled my brain as I thought about the words Money had spoken to me last night. It wasn't even Money last night, I had finally got to actually meet Damian and it felt good. I opened my eyes, expecting to see his handsome face sleeping next to me, but he wasn't. I wiped my eyes and slowly sat up in the bed as I looked at the empty space next to me. I sighed heavily at the thought of him being gone. He could have at least told me he was leaving me here, alone.
"Good morning Sunshine." A chirpy voice spoke up, causing me to jump in the bed and cover my body. I looked to the side of the bed, where a love seat was and saw that both Melanie and Nicole were situated on the seat, both tapping away at their phones. They looked up at me with big broad grins, like they knew something that I didn't.
"Good morning, what are y'all doing here? And where is Money?" I asked as I held the covers tightly against my naked body.
"Girl, calm your damn nerves. Money just went to work, butttt, he left us in his place to accompany you for the day, so, be grateful for our company." Nicole said and I nodded. This didn't seem right at all. Maybe it was just me, but this sounded like something they had made up.
"Okay, why does this sound like a bunch of bullshit?" I asked, arching one eyebrow and they both laughed at my expression. That only caused my suspicion to grow. Melanie and Nicole were sneaky.

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Hold You Down
General FictionEssence Brown, 21 years old deep into the drug game along side her boyfriend of 3 years Damian "Money" Johnson. Her boyfriend is the leader of every corner and borough of the south. After his father was killed , at a young age he took over & held it...