ON MY ONES.

Here we go...

3 weeks later.
20th of September.
1:07pm*

Me and bashar are officially now together ,to some people that's a bit soon...

But I think he's the love of my life ...hopefully..

Sometimes he sleeps at my house then I sleep at his house but most of the time he sleeps at my house.

But when I tell you we argue.
A LOT.

"BASHARRRRR"

Poppa: "WHATT BABY" he screamed back.

"CAN YOU BRING ME MY OUTFIT ON THE COUCH PLEASE"

He groaned

"WHAT WAS THAT"
Silence.

"OH OK"

Poppa: "IM COMING BABY"

I was on my way to Greg's store so I can model for his clothing line.

Me and Greg have known eachother for a long time and we've started getting close and I have also started to invite him to my hostings.

Ring*ring*

It was uncle san.

The biggest smile just appeared on my face

"Hey uncle san"

Uncle san: "hey uncle girl I miss youuu"

"I miss you too uncle sannnn I wish I could come backkk I think I miss the club" I said while faking wiping my tears.

Uncle san: "girl you know you don't miss this club shittt I'm getting tired of these useless hoes just standing around making $20 a night"

I started laughing because I knew who he was talking about.

Uncle san: "I'm serious ,indie gon need a new partner because the gorls is not giving."

"Ok you know what how about I teach Dior how to strip just like me so that her and indie can become a duo ,I promise you money gon be coming in"

Uncle san squinted his eyes at me

Uncle san: "hmmm,ok fine, you promise?"

"I promise" I said while giggling

Uncle san: "alright imma call you back"

"Alright bye".

Call ended*

Poppa: "BOO" he shook me knowing how scared I was.