The King and Queen of New York City were pre-destined.
They were never meant to be.
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Ella Ashleigh was Queen. She was somewhat used to the luxury where everything fell in her favour. One who was never jealous, threatened, nor insecure, suddenly d...
CAP SMACKED HISteeth. "Baby, I know you ain't finna go to sto' and bail like my daddy,"
Huh?
"We have no food," she rebutted, despite confused on what he had just said.
"Then order takeaway,"
"We have been for the past couple of days. I would like real food,"
"You buy food, but do you know how to cook?"
She paused. "No. Do you know how to cook?"
"You telling me, you finna go buy food but don't know how to prepare it? Shit ain't making sense," he stared at her incredulously.
"Then make it make sense," she didn't realise she said out loud.
He narrowed his eyes at her and slumped his head back down onto his pillow, muffling, "See, this is why I handcuffed yo ass to me,"
She ignored his clingy self and walked out of the bedroom.
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Where do they keep the fruits? Ella frowned, looking around the supermarket.
She had never gone grocery shopping before, always having had hers delivered straight to her doorstep. Ella pushed the trolley into another aisle. Again, seeing that there were no fresh fruits in sight.
"Excuse me!" Ella heard a female voice from behind. Turning around, she saw it was Satan's baby mama. "Umm, hi."
Ella stared at her for a brief moment before turning back around and pushing her trolley away.
"Wait!" she called out again. Stopping her actions, Ella twisted her neck so that she could see her, waiting on what she had to say. KoKo quickly treaded forward to stand closer to Ella. "I just wanna apologise for how I treated you at the party. I didn't realise you were with Cap,"
Nodding her head, Ella slowly twisted her head back to neutral position. She wanted to leave, but she had a feeling this female would follow after her or try to talk to her again.
KoKo no longer had box braids, rocking a black twenty-four-inch lace frontal wig that she was twirling the ends of the strands with her finger, and awkwardly asked, "You just moved here, right?"
"No."
She twisted her face at Ella's blunt response. Before she was to lash out at Ella for her bitchiness, she laughed humourlessly, "Why you built like that?"
