Nyeisha white, is an 20 year old girl who just got out of college and an abusive relationship. she doesn't drink, smoke, nun of that. but then.. then she met somebody she never knew would change her life.
for better or for worse?
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- Nyeisha White - - Brooklyn, New York -
"Good morning, my love" i smiled as pop's eyes slowly started to flutter open. "happy birthday"
"thank you, baby" he rubbed his eyes. "these bangs got me ready to fuck the shit outta you" he sighed messing with my bangs.
"i did it for you, babe. i knew you liked them" he chuckled leaning down kissing my head. "finally 21" i sat up.
"you look sexy" he said feeling on my back.
"i'm in pajamas" i chuckled shaking my head.
"you always look sexy to me" he shrugged.
"okay handsome, come on" i got off the bed. "i gotta show you sum before we leave" he furrowed his eyebrows going to walk out the door but i stopped him. "i'd put some pants or something on, baby. Kayla's downstairs and i wanted to take a video" he chuckled shaking his head before going into the closet finding a pair of sweats to wear.
"come here" he grabbed my waist pulling me to him almost instantly attaching his lips to mine while his hand wrapped around my neck.
his leaned down more beginning to tongue me down as the sound of our kiss made more and more noise.
"babe" i pushed him back a little. "you gotta wait"
"it's my birthday" he lifted my chin. "i'm just tryna love on you all day"
"your obsessed" i pushed his face before walking out the room. "come on. we gotta leave soon"
"to go where?" he followed me as we went downstairs.
"you'll find out" i stepped aside letting him see the 3 bags of clothes that labeled 'Dior' on the front 😌. "this just the start. open them and let me know if you like em" he sighed shaking his head a little. he hates when i spend a lot of money on shit for him.
"hollon' bae" he held up a shirt that i really liked. "you did yo' shit wit' this" he put it down before leaning over kissing my cheek. "but seriously. you ain't have to do all this"
"it ain't even a lot. you remember my birthday? yea. stop playin' wit' me. you got me Louis Vuitton"
