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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 by cartierzz
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'𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑..
𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄.  by UZIPIRU
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𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 '𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴. NOT EDITED.
Only For You by 4moneynot4Life
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Riah had her own reasons on why she never dealt with dudes involved inna streets but when HE showed up it was hard for her to remember that reason...
𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊™️ by melaninhoodrat
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"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘." - - most impressive ranking📌 #10 in hood - - #3 in hood romance #3 in urban romance #4 in black love #12 in urban
Guilty Pleasure by SaucyMontana
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444. (Completed) by Bee90s
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"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.