Londons Date: Pt 2

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8:52 pm

"Mommy what's the gate code?" I asked her.

"#712, who's coming?" She asked curiously.

"Ma, I told you I was going out." I looked at her smiling.

"Oh yesss honey! Turn around! That's the one!" She said hyping me up and taking pictures. While my mom continued to take pictures of me, I heard a knock at the door.

I opened the door and was confused as to why Ivy is standing there.

"Chile what you want?" I looked at him annoyed.

"Not yo fat head ass, where my bae?" Ivy asked. I pointed toward her room. As I hear him greeting my mom, I see Kane pull into the parking space in his black, bulletproof G-Wagon.

"Alright ma! Bye sis!" I yelled to them before walking out the door. While I'm walking up to Kane's truck, I notice Trap sitting in the passenger seat, rolling a blunt. Just as I try to walk past to Kane's truck, I hear his door open.

"Where the fuck you going dressed like that?" He was still rolling a blunt.

"To continue minding my business and stay out of yours." I said not even looking toward him. I'm just trying to hurry up and get in before this nigga show out.

"Don't get yo homeboys shot up." He said yelling at me. I got inside the car with Kane.

"Hey beautiful." Kane looked at me in amazement.

"Hey Kane.." I said smiling and hugging him. He smells so good. He was wearing an olive green Gucci shirt with dark pants. He had all his jewelry on looking like a meal.

"You hungry?" Kane asked me.

"Am I?" I said laughing. He's already on the right track offering me food.

"Got you love. You smoke?" Kane said.

"Yes I do." I said chuckling. He then passed me a pre-rolled blunt.

"Nah I don't rock like that. You gotta roll it in front of me boss." I told Kane. I don't trust shit.

"Damn you must be in the streets." He said laughing while passing me a bag of weed and blunts.

"I've been around." I said smiling while examining the weed and rolling a blunt.

"So what you do right now?" Kane asked me.

"Well since I graduated, I've been doing lashes and makeup for the most part. I'm trying to save enough for my shop. Then ITS UP!" I said pointing my trigger finger in the air.

"Damn, a young boss. I see you be doing all the celebrities makeup and shit." Kane said to me smiling.

"Nah only every now and then." I said laughing and passing him the blunt.

"Well shit you doing your thing either way." Kane said.

When we pulled up, we were in an empty lot.

"Kane what the fuck is this?" I looked over to him while clutching the glock in my purse.

"Chill out babygirl, come with me." He said laughing. We exited the car and a golf cart came to pick us up.

"I told you I don't like surprises.." I yelled in the wind. As we got closer, I saw a private jet with rose petals laid out on the ramp.

"Whaaatttt is this?" I said smiling. We walked up the ramp there was a beautiful dinner table set up with huge bouquets of roses everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much." I said wrapping my arm around his neck.

"Gotta treat a boss like a boss right." Kane said holding my waist and leading me to the table. He has my favorite meal, crab legs with sausage, potatoes, shrimp, and cucumbers.

"Omg yessss, how did you know?" I said while sitting down.

"It's the real nigga in me." He said smiling while taking his seat.

"Period Pooh!" I said laughing.

"Oh hell nah, ain't no period pooh." He said laughing at me. We sat and ate for a little and then he brought me a huge Louis Vuitton duffle bag with a price tag on it.

"I want you to spend the weekend in Cali with me...I'm trying to spend some more time wit you man. I really enjoy yo company. Plus Meek having a listening party, I want you to be my date."

"I don't know Kane. You know Trap is going to be there and I don't want it to be any drama. Plus I don't want people to get the wrong impression." I said hesitating while he handed me the bag.

"Well, It's next weekend, so you have enough time. Shit, you need a vacation anyway." He said pulling me closer to him. We talked about our goals for about an hour while drinking Hennessy. I don't drink often so I had to stop because I was low key drunk.

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