Keyla Cheryle Jones is not your average 33 year-old woman. As one of the biggest creative consultants for Eleven Paris means she's always on the go. When she's not being the mastermind behind ElevenParis, she caring for her baby girl, Harmony Jones...
My blood is boiling at this point. An attack has been made on not only Eleven Paris but on Keyla as well. He is trying to destroy her and I refuse to just sit back and let him. I spent the entire morning using my finest resources to research the bullshit that T.J. calls a company. You can imagine my surprise when I found out that his partner just so happened to be my ex, Tony motherfucking Hampton.
Some motherfuckers just don't know how to quit.
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I chuckled to myself in anger. The fact that they would even ATTEMPT to try us in this capacity is sending me. I called Donny and told him to meet me at my place and bring us food so we could conjure up a plan for this bastard. I was dressed in a yellow crop top with cut-off denim shorts that had my thighs on display. I decided to keep my makeup natural since the outfit slaying and my chain was blinged out in diamonds. I was ready to see my man.
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It's been so long since I've felt this way. Imagine me longing to see someone. Donny brings out that softer side of me just by being there. When our eyes meet, nobody else exists in the room. Moments later, I heard a light knock on the door and I knew that was my baby. I slightly ran to the door, opening it to reveal his handsome face. He had food in one hand and a bouquet of lilies in the other.
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