Odell and Kenya have been best friends throughout college. As graduation approaches and both their lives are set to change, they evaluate whether they should be more than friends.
Y'all this is a fictional book, everything will not be 100 percent accurate please let me and my characters live and go watch an autobiography if you want things 100 percent. I try to do research as y'all can see I been an Odell fan for about 2 months and learned his whole story, but please remember I don't strive to be accurate but to create a good grounded story. So take a chill pill with y'all smart asses and just enjoy. 😂
Kenya POV-
"Bitch." Brandon's mouth hung open as the driver pulled up to Dr. Thompson's villa.
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"Umm sir, you sure this the right house?" Brandon asked.
"Positive." He pulled into the driveway.
"Now don't be lying to us Mr. Driver. In America our black asses would get shot rolling up on the wrong property around all these white people. Don't make us have to start a black lives matter campaign outside this crib."
"I assure you this is the correct property sir." The driver said in his accent and laughed.
"Oh my God baby." I smiled excited looking at O, kissed his lips, then looked back out the window.
I don't think I ever in person, a saw a house so beautiful.
We pulled up to the villa and we immediately got out the car when it stopped to take in all its wonder.
The driver got out and took out our bags out the trunk.
As we were looking around the front of the house, the front door opened and ...
"Forget Becky with the good hair, do you see Billy with the blue eyes?" Brandon said as we looked at the man approaching us.
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"I take it your Kenya." A young man, walked up to me and said in his British accent. He was dressed in a button down and khakis. He held out his hand for me to shake.
"Uh...yes." I smiled nervously.
"I'm Scott. My mother told me you would be coming."
