KARMA | Queen Naija

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Quens POV

Chapter 1

He was getting on my fucking nerves. After being out shooting a video all day, i told him to bring his ass home. But, no he was out hanging with his friends and shit. And on top of that, he kept sending me these dumb ass text. I knew he was either drunk or high, maybe even both.

And here i was, sick as a dog in bed waiting for him. Being his girl may seem great to the media, but in reality, sometimes i wished i was never given this position. I mean, I love him but he's just so out of control.

Another text was sent to my phone from his dumbass.

Clarebear: sexy !!!!!!! Baby

What the hell did that even mean? The hell? I ignored his text and called him. It was about to be 3 in the morning here in Houston and i was getting tired of waiting on him.

Luckily, he answered his phone. The first thing i heard was a bunch of loud music and glasses touching other glasses. The sound of girls giggling also filled my ears.

I sighed and spoke into the phone. "Clarence," I said, pushing my long golden bundles to the left side of my shoulder.

"Baby, these trill ass niggas fucking it up." He was slurring his words and i had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

"Clarence, are you high?"

He was silent and the only thing i could hear was the loud music.

"Clarence." I demanded

"What?" He yelled. "What the hell you need? You always on my damn case. What the fuck you want?"

I pursed my lips up. There was no point in arguing with his stupid ass. All he gonna do is try to run away from the problem. It's what he's used to. I rolled my eyes and sighed, pulling my iphone away from my ear, i hung up on him.

If he wanted to act a fool, I wasn't going to entertain his shit. I turned my phone off and threw it on my night stand and pulled the white covers over my body. If he did something stupid and got arrested, that was on him. He could deal with the outcome of that, not me.

Next Morning

I woke up to a very quiet house. Usually in the mornings, Clare would be playing loud ass music or he would have his friends come over and play the game. But i knew why it was quiet. He probably came home at like 6 in the morning and passed out on the couch in the living room.

I yawned, stretched my arms, and looked over at the time. It was 10:35 AM. I rubbed my eyes slowly pulled the thick comforter off my small body and let my feet touch the soft carpet. I coughed into my elbow.

I picked up my phone and turned it back on. Once it was once, it froze from all the notifications that i missed. Most of them were multiple text from Clare, others were from Instagram, and some missed calls, with e-mails from brand deals. I threw it back on my bed and left my huge master bedroom.

The house was really big and sometimes i still couldn't believe i was living in it. Tall walls, glass windows the size of the doors and high ceilings. I trekked downstairs and went to the living room. Just as i expected, Clare was passed out on the nice leather white couch. He was hardly even laying on it. His legs and his tatted arm was hanging ff the side of the couch and his snores were loud. I could smell the weed and liquor on him.

I rolled my eyes and took a pillow from the couch and threw it at him in hopes of getting his intoxicated ass awake. It hit him but he didn't wake up.

I smirked, coughed a bit and got another pillow and threw it at him. This time, he actually made a sound and turned to his side.

I let out a small laugh. I wanted to ruin his morning so i took another pillow and threw it at him.

He groaned. "Stop," He said still sleeping.

I smirked. "No, Wake up,"

He ignored me and continued to sleep. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him. I climbed on his torso and started to pick at his ear. He hated when i did that when he was sleeping.

That caused him to turn again, almost dropping me off of him but i grabbed on to his shirt to steady myself.

"Queen, stop." he groaned.

I ignored him and kept tickling his ear. He cursed under his breath.

"You annoying," He said with a groggy voice. He smelt like shit, no lie but at least he looked cute when he was sleeping.

"I'm mad at you, Clare,"

He sighed and finally opened his dark brown eyes. I looked down at him and pursed my lips. "I know you got a headache."

He rolled his eyes and searched around for his dog-tag since it wasn't on his neck. He couldn't find it and soon gave up. He looked up at me and shook his head. "I don't have a headache."

I rolled my eyes. "You're a liar, "I was about to get off of him but he grabbed my waist and held me in his grip. I'm not going to lie; it felt good having his tattooed, muscled arms on me again. We've just been a bit distant lately.

"Why you mad?" He said, licking his bottom lip.

Now he wanted to act cute after doing so much stupid shit last night. I rolled my eyes at him and tried to get up but he gripped my waist tighter.

"I will sneeze on you, Clare." I threatened.

"No you wont." He teased

I glared at him and gave him another eye roll. "You smell like weed and liquor." I said folding my arms on m chest.

He smirked at me and grabbed my chin. "That's because i was having a good night yesterday." He tried to pull my chin down so he could kiss me but i pulled away.

"Nope, I'm not kissing you." I said, getting up again. This time, I pushed his hands off of my waist before he could grab me again.

I was leaving to go back into our bedroom but his last comment made me smile.

"Your ass looks flat in my shorts, Cupcake" He said

I couldn't hold back my laugh. "And your little friend still the size of my pinky," I retorted back.

He began to laugh really hard and i smirked at myself. If i have a flat ass then he has a small carrot. It's just how life works.

Satisfied with my comeback, I ran up the stairs and went back to our room to take a shower.

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This chapter was not fixed so there maybe some errors

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