By the faults of her ex, she was meant to be killed by the infamous Ghost. Only thing stopping him? The intense feeling of deep affection for her. Once they let each other into the depths of their cold hearts, what happens? They're indestructible, w...
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Chris eyes popped out his head as I stood in front of the mirror. "Um, where u think ya goin' with that on?" He questioned, crossing his arms.
This is literally the same outfit I had on Thanksgiving, just in a different color. He just wants to start shit.
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I looked at him blankly before walking out the room. "Here we go with this shit. Leave me the fuck alone." I responded, laying down on the couch in the front room.
Chris stood in front of the tv I attempted to cut on. "I know yo ass still ain't mad about that chicken from yesterday." He
"Bro, move yo ass out the way." I gestured with my hands.
"Nah, what the fucks yo problem? You been a bitch since you came home yesterday." He stated crossing his arms.
"Nah, nigga I've been a bitch since birth. Can you move, I'm tryna watch tv." I huffed getting frustrated.
"What's wrong?" He asked again not bulging one bit.
"Nothing's wrong with me. Yo ass is bein' fuckin' irritatin' that's the problem." I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen.
"Yo fuckin attitude is off the chain." He trailed behind me.
"So why did you feel like you could handle me then?" I rolled my eyes grabbing a chicken salad put the refrigerator.
"Cause I can." He slapped my ass causing me to turn around and glare at him.
"Ugh, you are so irra. God can you please send me someone else." I said leaning on the island counter.
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