Don't got no time for a nigga or a lame bitch. Diving in 'bout to cop a whole Wraith on these niggas. I go to Ruth Chris cause I'm 'bout to eat steak on these niggas.
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Mercedes
"Girl you look good" Karma smiled admiring my outfit.
She sat back on my bed taking a sip of wine from her glass. I sighed looking at the black dress I wore. It wasn't anything special.
"I don't really like this" I mumbled looking into the full-length mirror.
"I mean maybe wear more of a fun color. But you still look cute though" she said holding up her glass.
I could tell she was tipsy. Considering this was her third glass.
"Okay I'll go change" I announced heading into my walk-in closet.
I grabbed the pink open-cut sleeveless dress I just brought. It was pretty short but it was still cute. I slipped it on and stepped back into my bedroom.
"What about this one?" I asked running my hands over my hips.
Karma snapped her fingers.
"Yesss that's the one" she slurred.
I giggled taking a look in the mirror. The dress hugged my curves nicely.
"Where's baby bop?" she asked referring to Vicki.
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen her since our girls night" I shrugged.
I tried calling Vicki a few times but she never answered. I knew she was okay because she was still posting on Instagram and Twitter. She was just ignoring us and I couldn't understand why.
"Fuck that bitch. I like it better when it's just us anyway" Karma smirked laying back on my bed.
She was definitely drunk at this point. I noticed the empty wine bottle on the floor and shook my head.
"I guess you're too drunk to help me with my makeup?" I asked turning to face her.
Instead of answering my question, Karma was passed out lightly snoring. I laughed. In an hour I was supposed to meet up with Mr. Cotler at Ruth Chris. I was already showered and dressed. I just needed to do my hair and makeup. I quickly straightened my brown honey blond-streaked twenty-two inch Brazilian lace front. After tacking down the lace and swooping some baby hairs over the hairline, I took the extra thirty minutes I had left to beat my face. Brows, Fenty foundation, contour, lashes, and lip gloss was my go to. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I slipped on my gold Tom Ford heeled sandals.
"Karma?" I called out walking over to my bed.
She didn't answer. I tucked her in, pulling the blanket over her. I kissed her forehead and left the house. It took forty-five minutes to get to the restaurant putting me over the time of our reservations. I parked my car and quickly made my way into the restaurant. When I got inside I saw Mr. Cotler sitting at a booth in the corner.
