𝐎𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 ᥫ᭡

XVII

N'laisah Dior Olsen
Monroe, Louisiana

"Be my girl." He says and I laugh.

"No." I flat out answer.

"That was a statement." He says dead serious.

I blink rapidly, trying to process this.

"Nigga what?" I tilt my head to the side.

"I was tryna be nice and make it feel like you got a choice or sumn. But you really don't." He shrugs.

I bust out laughing.

"You crazy."

"Says the one that fucked up a 200 thousand dollar car." He mumbles.

"My badddd." I kiss his cheek.

"Ole childish ass kiss, c'mere." He pulls me on top of him and tongue kisses me.

"Stawwwp." I get off of him.

He licks his lips at me.

Oh he wanna FUCK ‼️

"Don't you got plays to make?" I ask.

"Nah, my schedule clear." He cheeses showing off his ugly ass gold.

"Well I'm going to sleep, have fun." I grab my bonnet off the nightstand and put it on.

"We going to sleep? Aight." He pulls me on his chest.

'What happened to not letting niggas sleep in yo bed N'laisah?' I ask myself.

'Ion recall me ever saying that' I mentally scratch my head.

'Bitch I got access to yo memory system, lie again.'

I roll my eyes and go to sleep.

"Get up." I feel someone tapping me.

I smack their hand away and they start again.

"N'laisah, getcho black ass up." I jump up thinking it's my mama.

I see Amari and smack my teeth.

"Why you wake me uppppp!" I rub my eyes.

"Cuz we going somewhere so get dressed." He said on his phone.

"GeT DreSSeD" I mock him getting out of bed.

"Whea we going?" I ask.

"Just get ready."

"How can I get ready if ion know where you taking me?" I scrunch my face up.

"Wear sumn... not fancy" He says and I nod.

Nigga mean casual.

I grab a denim mini skirt, a white crop top, a denim jacket, white Gucci slides, and a denim Gucci purse and sit it on my bed.

I take a hot 20 minute shower with Shea butter and coconut body scrub and shave. I get out, take off my bonnet and sit on my bed.

Amari leaves so I take off my towel, rub on Shea butter moisturizing lotion, and put on clear deodorant.

I rub on baby oil, spray myself with perfume, then throw on my outfit.

"You almost done!?" Amari yells from the living room.

"Yea!" I lie.

I brush and pressin comb my weave before I put on my jewelry. I do my makeup for a good 15 minutes before grabbing my purse.

"I'm ready." I walk out.

"Mhm mhm mhm, you so fine." He looks me up and down shaking his head.

I don't think he ever get sick of complimenting me and ion think I'a ever get sick of hearing them.