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Khyree Watts spent 20 years in prison for a crime he did protecting a mother who never really loved him. He didn't talk about that night, he became silent, hurt that his mom would betray him at just 13. He became cold, distant...
"Nat! My sexy diva!" He exclaimed as I opened the door for Tremain or Tracy as he likes to be called. As always she was fly. Kissing both of my cheeks, she walked in and looked around the spacious hotel room.
"Hey boo, you looking hella sex." I said watching her walk in. And she did, Tracy was dressed to the nines and as always she pulled it off magnificently. This bitch was bad...
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"Thank you. You know divas like us can't be caught slipping. This is nice. Where everybody at?" Tracy asked looking around the living room.
"Still sleep, drank too hard last night." Tracy stumbled back in mock horror.
"No you didn't! Without me!?" She placed a hand graciously on her chest.
"Ebony bought the bottles." Tracy loved to drink and have a good time. I was not gonna be at the firing end of her dramatic outburst. She looked at her phone, checking the time. It was about nine in the morning. She flicked a strand of hair from her banging lace front, behind her ear. A sneaky smile crossed her face.
"Perfect. Where is my lovely cousin? And what color is her hair this time?"
Oh Ebony...
"Room still sleeping. It's green today." Ebony loved to change up her hair and the colors she always used, always came out flawless.
"Show me." Tracy dropped her duffle bag on the floor and her Birkin bag on the sofa. I walked her to the room she would be sharing with her cousin. Ebony laid face down, her green hair covered by a silk cap, drool was seeping out of her open mouth. Between her and Tracy, I didn't know who drank the most. But they knew how to maintain that alcohol tolerance really well. Me and Kenia limit ourselves to four drinks, we too cute to be caught bustin our drunk ass in public.
Tracy leaned close to Ebony's face, watching her cousin. I watched from the comfort of the doorway.
"IF YOU DON'T WAKE YOUR JOLLY RANCHERS GREEN APPLE HEAD ASS UP AND EXPLAIN WHY YOU AIN'T WAIT AND TURN UP WITH ME... I'M GON SNATCH THE WIG OFF AND MAKE YOU WALK AROUND WITH THEM NAPPY ASS BRAIDS!" Ebony shot up and ended up rolling her ass out the bed in surprise.
Tracy stood up with a smile of success.
"Bitch! What the fuck...!?" I heard the thump of feet, I knew Kenia was up and running to our door to greet Tracy.
"Serves your ass right. You know we always turn up together. How could you!?" Tracy stomped her feet, fists on her waist.
I laughed my ass off, this week was going to be amazing. I saw Kenia run out in some short shorts and tank.
"You wasn't here and we didn't wanna go out."
"Trace!" Kenia ran in and gave Tracy a huge hug.
"Kenny! My other sexy diva! Ooh girl, I see that ass." She gave a tap on Kenia's ass and threw a wink at me. Tracy may have been a drag queen that was into men, but she still had a wandering eye on women.
