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"Karma's a bitch."
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Drake pealed himself off of the ground, he leaned on the wall trying to put himself together. He leaned over lifting his wallet off of the ground. He couldn't believe he had just got robbed and beaten by an anonymous group of men. It all feels like a nightmare. He staggered out of the alley.
Bree hopped off of the bus, she sighed crossing the street. She couldn't believe that she caught a bus to the other side of town just to talk to him. She tucked her hands in her coat walking along with the crowd of people. She furrowed her eyebrows eyeing the loose rose petals that were on the street "Someone didn't like roses." She muttered.
She quickly paused staring at the familiar face "Drake!?"
He turned facing her "Bree? What are you doing around here?"
"Drake what the fuck happened to you?" She brushed her hand against his face.
He hissed "Don't touch. Some guys jumped me."
The two sat beside each other in the backseat of the black range rover. He lifted the bottle of liquor downing what was left. She stared out the window watching all the building whip by. "You good?" He eyed his neighbor. She slowly nodded "Thankyou for giving me a ride home."
"It's no problem we live at the same spot and ya' uber was on some bullshit.. couldn't just leave my neighbor hangin' like that." He flashed a smile. "Aw, thanks." She smiled back at him turning her attention back to the busy streets.
Drake threw his arm around Bree, the two wobbled down the street. "You said the lyft is supposed to be 15 minutes away?" Bree eyed Drake. He nodded slowly "Yea we can sit at that bench right there and wait." He pointed at the vacant bench.
The black range came to a stop in front of the apartment building. He dapped up his friend before pushing the door open "Lemme help you outta hea'." He held out his hand, Shayla grabbed a hold of Shamar's hand stepping out behind him. "Sheesh these heels are ridiculous." She groaned.
"No fuckin' way." Drake grumbled. In the corner of his eyes he glared at his ex with another man. Bree balled her fist watching Shamar enter the building with another woman. "So thats what we doing?" She muttered biting down on her lip.
Shamar licked over his lips looking Shayla up and down. "So what you doin' fa' the rest of the night?"
"Um, I'm probably going to bed." She giggled "Why did you ask neighbor?"
"I mean shit we can chill at my place maybe have a some more drinks?" He bit down on his lip.
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Her loud moans bounced off of the walls of the apartment, his hips moved in circular motion in and out of her. Her eyes windened, her legs felt numb feeling another orgasm creeping up. "Oh shit." She moaned clutching onto his arms.
Bree paced back and forth in her bedroom "I can't fucking believe him." To say that she was hurt was an understatement. She was willing to work things out with him but he went out with other bitch. He's talking to a bitch that doesn't like her. It felt like her heart was crumbling into tiny pieces. Was this payback for sleeping with Drake? Is this what Shayla felt?
