《The Worst (Unthinkable)》Made Time
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[Kyanna Aka KB in MM]
'Send that addy where you at and I'ma roll through
I make time for you'
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"Thank you Jen I love it" I tell my nail tech Jenny.
"You welcome boss lady, I'll see you next week" She smiles and we share a brief hug before I walk out the building.
Getting in my Red Bentley coupe I take my ringing phone out my purse.
"Wasspoppin" I answer.
"Me and erica just got the package from king" Star tells me as I start up my car.
King basically ran New York everybody worked under him and his siblings, including us and kendrick. He gave us the pills and a small percentage of the weed and our job was to give it to certain dealers then collect the money and give the dealers there cut.
When we took the money to king he would kut us 50 percent of all profits so everybody was eating with his system.
"Alright I'll meet y'all at the spot" I respond pulling off from the salon.
"That's a bet" She replies before ending the call and my phone rings again right away.
"What you want?" I blandly answer.
"Oh that's how you feeling these days?" She chuckles.
"When it come to you yea, now what you want?" I repeat already feeling myself getting irritated.
I was still blowed from her acting a ass in that family dollar, this past month I been screening her calls but she was so fucking persistent.
"I told you I was sorry, what else do you want me to do" She whines.
"I don't know kyanna" I reply plainly.
"Slide on me and let me show you how sorry I am" She seductively purrs and my legs clench thinking about the wonders her tongue work.
"Give me 15" I respond before ending the call.
Opening star's thread my phone rings again this time with a facetime from nicki but I decline cause I had to let star know I was gone be late.
"You lucky me, erica, Bianca, Hennessy, and Mariah handled everything cause you wanna put bitches over business" Star scolds me through the phone and I roll my eyes.
"Bitch fuck you, I was about to leave until this bitch pulled the toys out" I chuckle as she busts out laughing.
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"You're fucking disgusting" She laughs.
"Yea whatever hoe, I'm coming thru tomorrow" I tell her seeing nicki calling.
"Love you whore" She says making me smile.
"Love you too slut" I reply before ending our call and answering nic's.
"Wasspoppin?" I smile.
"Too busy for me today huh?" She chuckles and I shake my head softly laughing.
We was getting mad close, I was always at her spot and she came thru mines a couple times too.
"Don't do that, I was gone call you back but I had got caught up" I explain leaving out details.
"In who?" She retorts and I bust out laughing.
"Yo you really trying me tonight, it's not even like that"
"Sure it's not" She sarcastically says.
She was always being petty cause of the kb situation.
"I can hear the jealousy seeping through your tone" I smirk as she scoffs.
"Don't flatter yourself"
I didn't think that she liked me but she was definitely attracted to me cause I would always catch her staring when she thought I wasn't looking.
"Yea aight, what you want anyways?" I question curiously.
"Can you please run and get me some mint chocolate chip ice cream?" She sweetly asks and I pull the phone back looking at the time.
"It's 11 o'clock, and I'm already in my sweats and top you buggin"
"Pleaseeee bel plus I miss you, I haven't seen you all day" She whines and I sigh mentally cursing myself.
"I'll be there in 20"
"So what I get in return for doing all this" I smirk as she sits on the bed lovingly eating her ice cream.
"A nice place to sleep for the night" She smiles flexing her dimples.
"Nope, I'm going home" I say standing up from the bed but her arms wrap around my waist stopping me from going anywhere.
"Noooo, I wanna cuddle don't leave bel" She whines and I chuckle moving her arms from around me.
"You a crybaby" I chuckle sitting back on the edge of the bed sliding my gucci slides off before getting under the covers with her.
"You fat as fuck" I laugh as she throws the empty ice cream carton in the trash next to the bed before grabbing her laptop off the nightstand opening it and sitting it on her lap.
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"How you gone tell me you wanna cuddle but you gotta work" I mumble lazily throwing my arm over her waist.
"Cause I need to be held after I'm done stressing over this paper" She sighs as I chuckle feeling my sleepiness starting to catch up with me.
"You better not go to sleep" She mumbles typing on her computer.
"You gotta be quicker than that" I sleepily mumble.
Hearing a faint vibration I was about to wake up but it stopped so I kept sleeping peacefully until it started again.
"Bel please tell ya lil bitches to stop calling in the morning" Nicki mumbles moving out of my arms.
I chuckle cause she was always raw and uncut in the mornings, she was a sweet girl but she definitely had a lot of spice to her especially during the mornings.
"Why you always being petty" I laugh rubbing my eyes like a little baby.
Once I got a good stretch out I reached over picking up my phone.
"Oh shit" I mumble seeing the time, I quickly get out the bed sliding my gucci slides on.
"Where you going?" She sleepily asks looking back at me with low eyes as I collected my charger.
"Work" I simply reply stuffing my charger in my sweat pockets.
"You don't have a job bel" She mumbles rubbing her eye and I bust out laughing.
I didn't trust her enough to tell her what I did to make sure me and my family were fed.
"Just cause I didn't tell you what I do for a living doesn't mean I don't have a job" I laugh and she rolls her eyes flipping the covers off her body getting out the bed.
Walking up to me she throws her arms around my neck and I lazily wrap an arm around her waist as we share a warm hug.
"You gone bring me some chop cheese and fries during my lunch break today?" She mumbles in my shoulder and I snatch back laughing.
"You always trying to use a bitch" I laugh and she pouts purposely making her dimples pop out while batting her eyelashes.
"Text me 30 minutes before ya break" I tell her rolling my eyes as I walk past her.
"Don't be like that, I appreciate you!" She shouts as I walk out the room.
I swear I was saved in her phone as food.
"I thought I was gone have to cuss you out again" Star chuckles as I walk in the spot.
"Bitch I haven't even brushed my teeth yet, be grateful I came on time" I chuckle sitting down helping her count the table full of money into ten bands then putting it in the money counters to make sure we was on point.
"Where erica, Bianca, and Mariah?" I ask thumbing through some hundreds.
"Bianca out collecting, erica with her lil boo cyn, and Mariah somewhere riding rich dick" She says and we both laugh.
"That nigga ain't shit" I mumble and she nods agreeing.
"That's a fact but Darnell ain't shit either so I'm not gone say too much. Wassup with you and the college shorty though?"
"What you mean?" I question confused.
"Like y'all fucking or nah?" She laughs shaking her head.
"Or nah bitch, she bool and everything but I just don't see it. Atleast not right now" I shrug putting the money in the counter.
"Yea aight, you ain't never hung out with no nigga or bitch this long without y'all fucking" She says looking at me like "bitch please".
"You think I'm kappin? I'm deadass we just be vibin basically, we friends" I reassure taking the money out the counter wrapping a rubberband around it.
"Bitch that's even worse cause you gone start to genuinely like her" She laughs and I look at her for a minute before shaking my head, I don't even cuff bitches foreal.
"You always talking shit" I mumble and this bitch starts cackling.
"What the fuck is so funny?" I question with attitude.
"You bitch, you must really be feeling this girl by the way you reacting" She laughs and I roll my eyes irritated.
"Let's just count the money aight?"
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