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The chilled air breezed across my bare body as I slowly drew from my sleep. l let out a soft yawn as I completely stirred awake. I blinked a few times seeing Corey towering over me, his tongue brushed between his thick lips.
"Shawty," His voice spoke. "Get up. You gotta leave."
I blinked sitting up looking him square in the eye, "What? Where am I going?"
"Home," He said in a duh tone. "I don't know but you gotta get outta hea. Now."
I turned over squinting at the bright screen of my iPhone 11 Pro. My notification pane was blown up. I read the time before turning back to Corey.
"It's nearly five in the morning," I said sleepily clingy my arms back around the pillow beside me. "You know my car fucked. I can't just go."
"But you got to Essence," He grabbed my arm.
"Why bruh," I said snatching my arm back from his tight grip, quickly sitting up.
"Man cause I fuckin' said so."
"I'm not yo fucking child ghee."
"Get yo shit and bounce shawty," He clenched his fist, then released it. "I'm not finna do this childish shit wit you today."
"You must got a bitch on the way," I laughed quickly grabbing my phone. "Swea 'fo God I'm good off you this time."
"What if I do," He glared at me. "You ain't my bitch no mo. Plus you ain't givin' shit up."
"Bitch ass nigga," I mumbled slipping my black Ariana Grande hoodie over my head, then slipping on my light blue Pink shorts.
"Say that shit to my face," He said pulling me back by my throat. His grip tightened, I started clawing at his strong muscular hand trying to get him off of me.
He shook his head letting me go. He looked down at his phone, "Yo Uber here."
I rolled my eyes slipping on my black slip on Vans.
"I really fucking hate you Corey," I mumbled walking out his room slamming the door behind me. My phone dinged in my hand. I looked down taking a quick glance over my notifications.
