Double fire🔥

//8//: Down the Streets of the City

SABRINA'S POV
NEW YORK CITY,USA.

Today has been a stress free day so I spent my day at our penthouse here in New York. I binge watched Game of thrones while eating a huge bowl of raspberries till I exhausted my eyes. I was home alone today. Harisa and Arianna had returned back to Nigeria. Kubra and Mimi are in the walls of Buckingham palace.

I decided to take an evening jog or possibly a long walk. I changed into an Ash oversized Nike Hoodie and sweatpants and black sketchers. I packed my straightened hair into a tight bun then enclosed it with a beanie.

I sprinted out as I threw my legs further to increase my speed. I was lying when I said I was going for a jog because heck was that not a jog, it was a 5km run. The next thing I knew I had arrived at the doorstep of Starbucks.

Fixing my hood over my head in order for the people in there to not recognize me, I causually walked inside with my hands tucked into the pockets of my pants. "Welcome to Starbucks!" Two dark skinned—Atlantan like—girls welcomed me with a huge grin plastered on their faces.

I responded with a small smile before walking to the counter to place my order. "One cotton candy frappe." In less than five minutes, my order was ready.

"That will be four dollars and twenty cents." I slipped my hand into my pockets to check if had any smaller notes with me but as expected I had none.

With the look the impatient cashier was giving me I had to hurry up because there was a long queue with hatched Americans. "Give me a minute please." Realization dawned on me that I had no money but an extra two hundred dollar notes I always keep behind my phone case.

I could see how the cashier narrowed her eyes at me with her hands crossed over her chest. Yes, chest. Not bosom. I mean flat five year old's chest. With an exaggerated sigh she impatiently said, "Look here, if you don't have any money then drop the frappe and quit wasting my—-" I halted her with my hands. Because if she was to finish her sentence, I assure you she won't go back to her cheap apartment with an arm.

I, Sabrina Adila Khaleed, not having any money? Being broke? That just doesn't sit well with me or possibly anyone. When have I ever lacked money? Allah has blessed me with my personal wealth and also my family's fortune and I thank him everyday for that. Being referred to as broke is an enormous insult! I can't take that. No! I won't take that.

I removed the two note from the back of my phone and flung it across the counter. "Keep the change and do me a favor and buy yourself some nice jeans and maybe some new makeup!" I hissed before turning on my heels leaving them all shocked.

Of course I didn't miss the exaggerated gasps that escaped the customer's and cashier's lips.

Don't mess with SAK next time.

I was about to leave when I mistakenly stepped on a lady's four inch heel. I looked up just for me to come face to face with Neelam et belle.

Neelam Al-Qasim, famously known as Neelam et Belle is a Disney Actress. The first Nigerian Black Disney star. She's a Nigerian but also an American from Georgia. I don't know why though but I've never actually liked her. Not like we've met or talked before, no, it's just natural dislike.

She was donned in a black tight sleeveless high neck top, a white high waist straight skirt that stopped a little above her ankles, an oversized fur coat was carelessly draped over her shoulder. Her feet were clasped in a red lace up boot. Her over soft silky curly hair was packed in an awfully neat updo bun with curls hanging down.

I so much envy her full hourglass plump figure. Don't get me wrong, I had a body that many people would die for. But she had so much wanted melanin, visible flesh on her. Her tanned sun kissed skin was a color I wished I had. I have a good body shape and color, but sometimes I just wished I had more flesh on me and slightly not willowy and slender.