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...
Calling Clarence for the fifth time today, the phone had rung but Keyshia was met with the dial tone once again. "Ugh, oh my God. Daddy this is my fifth time calling you. Please pick up." She had spoke to the voice mail before tossing her phone on the bed.
Looking over at Chris, he rubbed her back. "He's prolly busy or something. I'm sure he's okay." He attempted to assure her.
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Moving his arm, she grabbed her phone again. "No, something's wrong. My brother won't pick up either. And he always answers the phone for me." She sighed, hearing the phone be sent straight to voicemail by 2Pac.
Giving up, she got up from the bed and out her phone in her waistband considering she didn't have pockets. "Hell nah. Take that off." Chris looked her up and down, walking around her he observed that the outfit was a little see through.
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Walking over to the mirror, she turned around, poking her booty, she made it clap before sticking her tongue out. "Nah, I'm good. Ain't this all apart of gaining my confidence? Being comfortable in the clothes I wear?" She questioned, turning around to be met with a mug plastered on his face.
Knowing what she said was true, he decided to drop the argument. "Whatever." He waved her off, turning around and walking out the room.
Hearing her phone ring, her anxiety grew, feeling this is the phone call that she's been anxious for, the sound of her father's voice calmed her. "Hey dad- Quavo?" Her smile dropped with disappointment, plopping down on the bed, her final piece of hope was lost.
Chuckling, Quavo frowned upon the disappointment in her voice. "Damn, baby. You don't wanna talk to me?" He asked, hopping out of his car and going into the club.
Sighing, Keyshia got up walking to the doorway, making sure Chris wasn't around. "No, it's not that. I just was expecting someone else to call before you did." She explained, walking back into the bed room as their were no signs of him.
