When Ryann meets Ava - she's intrigued right away from the smooth woman who is more than just a mystery. From her luxurious lifestyle to her love life, Ava shakes up Ryann's life - a college student in the city of Philly who is living paycheck to pa...
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"Damn, it's nice as shit in here. A nigga definitely ain't goin back to Texas now" Alan joked, walking into Ryann and Santana's two story home that had been decorated to perfection.
Going with a contemporary luxury theme, Ryann loved the neutral creme and golds that was displayed throughout in the furniture.
The floors were a dark brown wood, with stone walls and large windows. Although she only picked the colors, Ryann was satisfied as if she had decorated the place on her own.
"Stay as long as you need bro, but I definitely need you to lay low" Santana said, being honest with Alan.
It was still dangerous, and Santana didn't need a repeat of events. Now that he knew better, he wanted to take the opportunity to do better.
"I know bro" Alan said, taking a seat on the long couch, "I'm just ready to get back to work. I'm talking music. What's going on with Ryann?"
Santana took a seat on the couch as well.
Staying at home while Santana picked up Alan from being discharged at the hospital, Ryann was preparing a welcome home dinner and didn't want to leave out.
"She put everything on hold. We ain't even been in the studio" Santana admitted.
"What?" Alan said disappointed, "Why you ain't push her ass? What she got writers block"
"Nigga, what?" Santana laughed, "She was too busy being depressed about you. She felt like you was gonna miss everything, and she ain't feel right about it. I kept those contacts you gave her though, I've been keeping in touch. Her E.P numbers still doing good, she just gotta put shit in motion now"
"You damn right" Alan said standing up and making his way into the kitchen.
Santana followed behind him, the mouth watering smell of Fried chicken guiding their way.
"What's this I hear about you not working" Alan asked, digging into the finished fried chicken.
Ryann continued to lay the flour coated chicken into the sizzling pan.
"I just took a break" she shrugged, "no big deal"
"No big deal? We all know how fast a muthafucka can be poppin today and nobody tomorrow" Alan shook his head, looking to Santana for back up.
"I told her all of this, she don't want to listen" Santana threw his hands up as if he was defeated.
"Y'all are so dramatic. Trust me, my gram still poppin and niggas are still in my business" she rolled her eyes.
"And it's the same for every other Instagram thot" Alan said, making his sister hit him on the arm.
"I am not a thot" she laughed, still maneuvering around the kitchen.
