Holy Angel

74. Studio buddy

Miya
California

She laid in bed and wondered what could she possibly do today. Her man has been gone for some hours and she was absolutely bored.

She didn't have any friends here because she found them as fake. For example, Miya noticed that all the Instagram models were one big group of friends because of how pretty they looked together when taking pictures. She also noticed that they only pretend to be hype with one another to make their modeling agency look presentable and welcoming. Hence to why they always take their models on various and beautiful vacations. As for Miya, she is not the one to be around any of that fake shit and she definitely did not see herself as an Instagram model. Nobody was paying her to post, nobody was paying for her trips, nobody was endorsing her, no matter how hard they tried. She was simply a girl that had a lot of Instagram followers. Nothing more and nothing less.

Miya was in her own lane and she liked that.

Turning over onto her stomach, Miya grabbed her phone from under the pillow to see that she had two missed calls and a text, but it wasn't from who she wanted it to be from.

"Studio at the bro house in Tarzana. Come through and chill with the kids." Miya read out loud before rolling her eyes and dropping her phone in front of her.

Since she had absolutely nothing to do, Miya rolled off her bed and stood to her feet. She walked into her closet and pulled out a pair of dark colored ripped jeans and slid them on under the big shirt she had on since dropping Marcus off. Miya took the shirt off and threw it onto the floor to get her a simple white sleeveless T-shirt. After putting her T-shirt on Miya slipped her feet into her white, gray and black fur Ugg sandals. She placed the gold necklace that read 'Mason' around her neck and latched it tightly, so that they could know she's happily and rightfully taken.

Miya snatched her black leather Birkin bag from off her row of purses and walked out of the closet. She snatched her phone off her bed just in time to see her man FaceTiming her. Getting excited, Miya quickly answered the call and smiled when she saw his face.

"Where the fuck are you going?" He asked her almost immediately with his brows knitted together.

"Well hello to you too." Miya smacked her lips as she walked out of her room and down the stairs to make it to her newly custom made Rolls-Royce, curtsey of her uncle.

"Well then, hello my dear. May I ask where in the hell do you think your going?" He stared at her blankly.

After locking her front door and bypassing two of her other cars, she got inside of the car and took the keys from under the driver chair. She threw her purse in the passenger seat and pulled out of the driveway and onto the road.

"I'm going out to hang with my celebrity friends."

"You really consider those niggas as your friends Mi?"

Miya scoffed. "No, but it's something to do to pass the time until tomorrow when I go back into the office." She licked on her lips as she held her phone at an angel so that she could see both him and the road.

"Don't make me have to put a bullet in they ass Miya. You better tell them ya' man not too right in the head."

"I'm not telling them nothing. They can clearly see your name around my neck." Miya quickly looked down at her chest then back at the road.

"What kind of pants you wearing?"

"Jeans, Marcus." Miya laughed.

"Nope, go home and put on some baggy ass sweats." He huffed.