Your favorite children from the Jungle series are now all grown up. This story approximately takes place in the year 2032, where the Rivers family have came a long way.
With their fathers being the owners of a major record label in New Orleans, see...
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With my head in my phone and the computer, I ignored my boyfriends complaining as he packed my suitcase for me. I was busy editing a video for a homework assignment for my media course. He rambled on about me missing my flight if I didn't get up soon.
"D.B., shut up. What, you got a bitch coming over or something?" I kicked him in his back with my bare foot.
"Nawl. I just don't want you crying because you gotta wait to go home."
"I'm ready, actually." I got out of bed.
My boyfriend, D.B. was a famous rapper. We've been together for almost six months now. I would often travel from New Orleans to Atlanta to be with him sometimes. I was still in school and had things going back in New Orleans so moving to another state wasn't an option at the moment.
I enjoyed our short trips though, I think it made us miss each other more. Plus, I liked having my space and I'm sure D.B. did too. He's a busy man and I'm a busy woman, we don't need to be down each other's throats all the time.
"Aight. I'm out this thang, chicken wang." I laughed at myself.
"Bye, baby." He puckered his lips for a kiss.
"See ya'." I kissed his cheek and gave him a hug instead.
Flipping my long weave that touched my behind, I grabbed my designer suitcase and strutted outside. The driver opened the back door for me and put my suitcase away. I was dropped off at the airport and made it just in time for my flight.
A few people wanted to take pictures with me and even though I risked getting left, I stopped to greet my fans. D.B. might have increased my popularity, but I was that bitch way before I knew what a D.B. was. Since I was little, the spotlight had always been mine. From dancing and performing music, I always had a hustle or some type of talent.
"I gotta go, but I love y'all." I blew kisses to the few girls that waved at me.
As soon as I got on the plane and in my seat, I used the screen in front of me to order a steak meal with a glass of red wine. I got comfortable, stretching out my legs and playing some music to relax. As I did that, I sent a few people some messages to let them know I'd be in New Orleans in about an hour.
By the time I got my meal and finished eating, the plane had landed. I loved me a short flight because I stayed on the move. Exiting the airport, I got in the vehicle waiting for me. My dad sent me a driver to drop me off at home like always.
When I made it to my condo, I put my suitcase by the door and kicked my heels off. Me and my cousin, Tiana shared the condo, but she was currently out of town for a job. I didn't plan on staying in so after changing clothes and grabbing my camera, I went out to my Maserati.
