(COMPLETED)Ryan, a stunning woman, seems to have it all-a loving home, a fulfilling career, and a supportive family. Despite the perfect image of her marriage, recent struggles have left her feeling down. During a girls' night out, she reunites with...
"SHIT! WHAT THE HELL?!" Ryan screamed while attempting to cover herself.
"BRO! YALL CAN'T BE BUSTIN' IN MY SHIT LIKE THIS! FUCK WRONG WIT' YALL NIGGAS?!!!" Quincy yelled while using the pillow to cover his eggplant.
"Listen, we ain't wanna interrupt, but Karruche just pulled up so y'all need to get ya selves together."
"Shit!" Quincy quickly put on some shorts and a tank top.
I covered Ryan as she put her clothes back on.
"Here's the plan." Justin said turning around, in order to respect Ryan's privacy as she changed. "Let's stroll out together casually, make it seem like we were all just hanging out. We never saw yall fuckin. Cool?"
"Cool." Me and Quincy said in unison, I mean at this point, nothing else sounded better.
"No." Ryan retorted.
"No?" I questioned while Justin and Quincy looked at Ryan like she was nuts.
"Why lie? We're two grown ass adults." Ryan defended.
"I mean she has a point." Quincy sided with her.
"Ryan, I hear you girl, but this could look bad for your divorce. Karruche can prove the infidelity." I said trying to convince her.
"Yeah, and if this gets out, Karruche could ruin Quincy and everything he's worked for. I'll be damned if she ruins that because that's playin' with my pockets too..shiiiit." Justin said crossing his arms.
Ryan contemplated, "Ok, fine, I'll do it, but what y'all saw has to stay between us."
"Listen, whatever yall do ain't got shit to do with me." Justin said.
"Yeah and me either." I nodded, backing up Justin's stance.
We all left the room, pretending to share a laugh about some imaginary nonsense, only to run into Karruche heading up the stairs.
"Hey, everyone!" Karruche greeted, oblivious to our covert cover-up.
Quincy's face turned from happy to cold. "What the hell you doing here?" Quincy asked.
Can we talk?" She calmly asked.
"We ain't got shit to talk about. You crossed the line when you hit me," Quincy shot back.
"Quincy, please?" she pleaded.
"Ummm we're gonna go back outside and leave you two alone." Ryan suggested.
"Good idea." I agreed.
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'Cause we like to par-tayyy, hey, hey! we all sang swaying to Beyoncé's song.
"Hey where's the twins? I just noticed they're not here." I asked
"Their dad got them," Brittany filled in.
"LADIESSSSSS!"
We spun around, hyped and surprised by who rolled in.
"Ahhh! Amiyah! What you doin' here?" I greeted, pulling her in for a hug.
"My nigga told me to go have a good time with my girls, so here I am."
"Miyahhhh!" Jude yelled jumping on her.
"What's goin' on everybody?! Where's Quincy?"
Silence fell until Karruche and Quincy stormed outside, going at it loud, crashing the vibe.
"GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY CRIB!" He screamed.
"What the fuck?" Amiyah said quietly to us as we watched everything unfold.
"Uhoh. This shit is about to get REAL toxic." Brittany replied.
