"Nigga what are you doing at my doorstep?"
"We need to talk and you weren't answering any of my calls. I need to talk to you."
"Nothing to talk about."
"We actually have a lot to talk about a lot...Sei una donna così testardo che non so nemmeno perché ti amo così tanto."
(You're so stubborn that I don't even know why I love you this much)
"Do not speak no mubo jumbo shit to me baby boy that is not going to save you from anything. It's over my nigga take the L."
"It's not over and I can prove it."
"Mhmm How?"
This man had the audacity to try and kiss me like he just wasn't...you know what never mind.
I pushed him off of me and shut my door.
"This ain't no fairytale nigga you need a little more than kisses if you really want to fix anything."
A/N: Hello Lovelies enjoy this snippet of a chapter.
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Teen FictionAlexa is a nineteen year old who lived a fast-paced city life she thought her dreams would magically come true, she would live in New York City and be a famous fashion designer. Welp her Mother has other plans moved her into the suburbs. Brock is a...
