By the faults of her ex, she was meant to be killed by the infamous Ghost. Only thing stopping him? The intense feeling of deep affection for her. Once they let each other into the depths of their cold hearts, what happens? They're indestructible, w...
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Los Angeles Ghost's Safehouse 1:43 pm
I found it weird that Ghost had shed few tears about Brianna the other day. It let to him constantly being in and out the house, I guess he kept himself busy so it wouldn't cross his mind.
Walking down stairs, my attention drifted to the front door opening. "Good, you up. Let's go." He motioned for me to follow him out the door.
Nodding, I walked back up the stairs. "Ight, lemme go change." I replied.
Hearing a smack of his lips he sighed. "Ain't shit wrong with what you wearing, come on. We're on a schedule." He spoke once again, now pointing towards the door.
Groaning, I looked down at my attire. "But I wan- UGH. Fine." I mumbled, seeing the pissed facial expression he gave me.
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Grabbing my phone off the couch, I followed him out the door. "Nigga, you look clean as hell. Why can't I?" I questioned, getting inside his car as he wasted no time, pulling off.
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Ghost chuckled, shaking his head. "You could never. No matter how much designer shit I put you in." He tapped my chin.
Swatting his hand away, I sucked my teeth. "Fuck you." I mumbled.
