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Princess "Sy" Jones
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I flickered my eyes open, stretching my arms out and shaking my legs before realizing that I had the bed all to myself.
The bathroom door open revealing Kilyier, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth.
"Hurry up for we late." He muffled.
"Late for what." I sat up, looking around for my bonnet that somehow ended up on the floor. I busted my ass trying to grab it.
He just stood there shaking his head with amusement. "We got important shit to handle. Don't wear nothing stupid."
"You tryna say I have no dress game?"
"I mean if the shoe fits."
I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing an outfit, my toothbrush and everything else I needed to get ready for the day.
I put on a simple bape jacket and biker shorts, installing on of the many wigs I brought along.
By the time I was done it was three in the afternoon, he informed me that we needed to be there at four.
I grabbed my phone that had a bunch of notifications i didn't bother to check and my airpods.
"You ready?" He asked while trailing his eyes up and down my body like he was mentally dress coding me.
I nodded my head then we locked the hotel room, heading to his hellcat. I really should've brought my BMW.
The windows were all the way down making my hair flow in my face— to make it worse be started speeding.
I loved the movie fast and the furious but he wasn't Brian O'conner and I wasn't no passenger princess.
I turned to him irritably, watching as he stepped on the gas even harder.
I gripped the end of his seat to hid my nerves but my facial expression showed it all. A bitch was frightened.
"You scared?" Kilyier chuckled.
"No." I muttered.
"Yes you is."
"Alright and? You're risking my life to look cool, of course ima be scared." I rolled my eyes.
