Ruthless

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Atlanta
5:06 am
Champ's House

Keyshia quietly walked into the house, shutting the door. She didn't feel like arguing with Charles. "Where have you been?" She cursed under her breath as she looked over at him spread out on the couch with his eyes still closed.

Keyshia sat her keys down on the counter, "I was at my friend house. Why?" She questioned, walking over to where he was.

Charles opened his eyes, sitting up, "Damn. What's wrong with you?" He wondered, frowning at her demeanor.

Keyshia huffed, rolling her eyes, she walked towards her bedroom. "Lemme hurry up and get this shit done." She mumbled to herself, grabbing a bag out her closet.

Charles stood in her doorway, observing her actions. "Where you going? You just got in." He stated, rubbing his eyes from his tiredness.

Keyshia turned around, propping her hands on her hips. "Ain't ya ass still sleepy? Got to bed, I have a photoshoot in a couple hours." She replied, walking over to her closet.

She grabbed some shoes and outfits, putting them into her duffle bag. "I told you I'll pay for everything you need. You don't have to model." Champ informed, walking further into her room.

Keyshia pushes him out the way as he tried to stop her from closing her duffle bag. "I want to, ion like people taking care of me. Den make me feel worthless cause I gotta depend on you so you get to treat me like shit? Nah no thank you." She zipped up her bag, rolling her eyes at his presence still being there.

Charles walked over unzipping her bag and dumping everything out on her bed. "I'm finna go to the office, when I come back you better be watching tv. Not at a studio building, modeling." Keyshia gritted her teeth before unintentionally punching Champ in his jaw.

His eyes widened before he rubbed his jaw chuckling. "You wanna be an asshole? I'll be an even bigger one. Bitch, try me." She spat, stuffing everything back into her bag, pushing past him and waking back into the front room.

Charles was still shocked by her actions, he slowly but surely followed behind her. "You not gone listen?" He raised his eyebrows, seeing her hand land of the the door knob.

Keyshia turned around dropping her bag on the floor, "Wassup? Bitch you wanna fight? You mad cause ion want yo damn money?" She asked tying her hair up, raising her eyebrows.

Charles nodded his head, waving her off, "Do you, while you still can." He spoke, sitting back down on the couch.

Keyshia picked her bag back up off the floor, opening up the front door, she walked out making sure to slam it shut. "I smack niggas, fuck wrong with him? His ass better be glad that's all I did, bruising up my wrist and shit. Like damn, you gone just keep on fucking wit me?" She mumbled to herself as she walked out to her car.

Los Angeles
2:06 am
Chris's Condo

Miracle huffed, hurrying Chris to open up the doors to his condo. "Why do you have so many keys anyways?" She questioned as he searched for the key that went to the front door.

Chris smacked his lips, finally getting the door open. "You want the truth?" He asked, walking into the house.

Reese's closed the door behind herself making sure to lock it, "Of course." She nodded, taking off her heels.

Chris threw his jacket on the couch before heading towards his bedroom, "I actually have a nice ass mansion out in Beverly Hills." Causing Robyn eyes to widened she gasped.

Chris frowned looking back at her as she followed him into his bedroom. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I can't wait to see it." She cheered, he raised his eyebrows at her reaction.

Chris shook his head, taking off his Timberlands than proceeding with his pants. "That house ain't for you nor Coco, or Peaches to be in." He mumbled to himself, stripping out his shirt.

Miracle's smile had dropped, "Then who the fuck gone be in there? And you told me you're not fucking them." She crossed her arms, awaiting his answer.

Chris scratched the back of his head, "Ain't you tired? It's been a long as-" He cut himself off as Miracle huffed, plopping down on the bed.

He tried to touch her but she moved out of his reach, her back was now facing him. "I'm not fuckin CoCo no mo', Peaches, yes. You want the truth there you go." He explained, pulling the covers over him.

Miracle laid down with her back facing him, "I thought that we would be committed to each other by now." She sighed, biting the inside of her cheek.

Chris put his hands under his head as he laid on his back, "I told you what it was from the get go. I rather do this to be in a relationship and be lying to you. At least you know." He truthfully spoke, closing his eyes.

Miracle huffed, "I guess you're right, but I just wish that you could at least try to be in a relationship with me." She begged turning over to look at him in the dim moonlight.

Chris leaned over and kissed her forehead, "I'm not ready for a relationship. Trust." He had stated to her before drifting off into his deep slumber.

Atlanta
8:18 am
Champ's House

Keyshia graciously thanked the Lord as she walked through the house seeing he wasn't here.. "1k for a photoshoot, that's ain't too bad." She patted herself on the back, she went into her room and added half of the money to her savings.

Keyshia definitely wanted to sleep but she drunk a large chocolate chip frappe from McDonald's so her ass is woke woke. "What this nigga be in here doin?" She wandered off into his room, looking around since he wasn't here, she figured she should snoop while she could.

Keyshia walked into his closet, seeing three duffle bags in there. "Shidddd. Don't mind if I do." She took two bands out the duffle bag, putting it back in its rightful place.

Keyshia had closed Champ's closet back up, turning around she stumbled on another duffle bag sticking out from under Champ's bed. "What the fuck." Her eyes widened as she looked at the bricks of cocaine piled up in the bag.