"Once a girl gets familiar with being on her own, it's hard for her to be emotionally connected to anyone. She's not trying to go back to the girl she used to be."
⚠️This book contains sexual content and explicit language
Jayda I walked out of Shemar's room and went back into the guest room and got ready to go to sleep. I braided up my hair so it'll be curly in the morning.
I pulled out my phone and decided to snap a few pictures for Instagram, but I only posted one on my story.
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Eventually, I laid down in the queen bed, got comfortable and started scrolling down social media. Getting a headache, I set my alarm and laid down to go to sleep. My head starting spinning as I closed my eyes and within a few minutes I was knocked. ——————— The next morning 11:00 Am
I woke up to my alarm and a new group chat going off on my phone, only making the headache I woke up with worse.
D's Angels 🤍📍 Dion da Don🤪: Bitch where the fuck were you last night?
Best Bitch💞✨: She went with her nigga that is it and that is all!🤪
Dion da Don🤪: Umm that nigga that took you "home" last night?👀 I see you wayda!
"I can't fucking stand y'all😴😂 y'all drag everything🙄"
I got up to go do my daily hygiene, and my stomach starting growling, but I myself wasn't hungry so I ignored it and got in the shower.
I realized I had to throw my clothes back on to go home, which is something I didn't want to do but fuck it.
I walked out the bathroom wrapped in a towel and I seen that there was a sweatsuit on the bed folded up. I decided to take the tank top that Shemar gave me and ripped it down the middle and folding it in making it a crop top.
Looking around, I wasn't going to throw on the same panties from last night, but I remembered I had a extra pair in my bag always. I grabbed my bag to get those and put them on so I could finished getting dressed.
I threw the oversized pink sweatsuit on and made it my own style.
"Fuck I don't have any socks" I said to myself looking around the room a little frantically.I happened through the drawer and found a pair of white Nike socks.
The last thing that I needed to do was unbraid my hair, and throw on some gloss and it was a look.
"What the fuck imma carry all this shit in?" I mumbled to myself as I opened the door and started walked downstairs.
The closer that I got to the kitchen, the harder the aroma of bacon hit my nose, making my stomach growl.
I walked in the kitchen to see Shemar making bacon, eggs and waffles, which I found odd considering most niggas don't cook. I just stood there watching him cook, staring at the tattoos on his back, when I was broken out of my little daze.
