Secrets Behind Closed Doors

🌼Chapter 4🌼

Back in L.A.

It is 6.30 am and I'm late 30 minutes for my workout. But who cares pfft-, I'm always late. That's why Andrew calls me 'sloth queen'. While the driver drove me to the gym, I take upon myself scrolling through Twitter and Instagram. Our relationship was trending, some gave good comments and some are... you know hating all day.

'Kylee Brand is dating somebody younger than her'

'Kylee Brand expression caught on camera when her spouse made an announcement about their relationship'

'Kylee Brand and her new lover are being wild during Met Gala' 

First, love doesn't count on age. He's just 4 years younger than me.

Second, I know this will go viral cus it is obvious that I am sister shook. 

Third, wild is my middle name.

I look at the first article. Many people disagreed with us being together because he is younger🙃. Oh, come on yall talking like he's 14 years younger than me. Besides I can be with whoever I want. You wanna hate, hate it.

I scrolled down Instagram and I saw people are making memes about my face. Also, my youtube channel has come across 8 million subscribers. I mean that's a surprise... cus I only posted one video.

"We're here miss" the driver informed me. I thanked him and walked into the gym.

"Hey Corey" I greeted him. He straight faces me.

"Don't hey me. Get your ass on the treadmill, 20 minutes!" he yelled. I walked to the treadmill doing my normal run while blasting loud music through my earphones. Usually, I'll do 10 minutes but he'll double up everything when I'm late.

10 minutes passed, Corey came and speed up the treadmill. "Aye! Aye!" I slowed it down. He turned it up back. "Nigga slow down go do your own shit!" I was about to slow it down then he swatted my hands away.

"You want to run or you want to add another 10 minutes?" he scolded me.

"Fine" I scowled. Later I'm done my run and I called out Corey. "Corey! Corey!" where's this nigga? I looked at the new equipment and just do what I normally do. I've never been to this gym before. This gym is hella massive. I'm just in one small room prolly there are 10 other private rooms here.

30 minutes passed. I'm all alone in the room tweaking to Swalla- Jason Derulo. Out of nowhere, I heard this. "I told you to do 50 squats not twerking! You better focus before I cancelled you" Corey's voice echoes through the walls hurt my ears. Can't he talk and not yelling at people. He went back out and all I do is mean mugging him all day. I'd gladly do it I front of him :).

I'm done with my day here and walked out to the front counter there's Kina waiting for me. "Let's go! I don't want him nagging me all day" I rushed to the door then I heard that nigga again. "Aye Kina! Make sure she stick to the diet" 

"Ya ya ok. Kina let's go" I pulled Kina with me. 

"Nah I don't trust this bitch" I heard his footsteps chasing me. I run to the car but he caught me by my bag. He yanked it and unzipped it. 2 chocolate bars. He looked at me and I smiled innocently. "What's this?! I- told- you- no- dairy- why- can't- you- understand!" each word he smacked my arms with the chocolate bars.

"If I get hungry" I pouted and trying to reach for my chocolates back.

"Then take healthy snacks. Imma take this" he walked away with my chocolates.

"Aye, I paid for them!" I yelled from afar.

"You're rich right? You can buy more" I ran after him and kicked his leg. "Aye! Aye! Go back home. You don't have no other shit to do than come here being a 3 years old kid" he barks. He's the one called me 'KyLeE Go tO tHe GyM'  'IMma KiLL iF yOu DiD nOT cOmE fOr WoRkOuT'.