DeeDee POV
I woke up with the meanest headache of my life.
"Dam it." I said.
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I looked around and automatically knew where I was.
"Oh shit." I said.
I got up and threw on a pair of short I saw in the room.
I got out and as soon as I stepped out in the hall I was blinded by the brightness of the light.
When I stepped out I saw a guy with a plate of food in his hand.
"Looking for Rico?" He asked.
I nodded my head and he pointed to the room next door.
"Thanks." I mumbled.
I walked in the room and saw him sleeping. I gently closed the door and walked over to his bed to see him.
He looked as though he was smiling. Before I knew it he pulled out a gun from under the pillow and pointed at me.
"Creep why you watching me sleep?" He asked getting out the bed.
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"I came to see if you were up and to wake you. Not watch you sleep." I said.
I looked down and saw him shirtless and in shorts.
He smirked and threw the gun at me.
"This yours. You dropped it at the club last night." He said.
I put the gun down and held my head sitting on the bed.
"The club. What happened at the club?" I asked.
"You got drunk, started shaking your ass, then you passed out." He said.
I rubbed my head and groaned.
"I didn't do anything I would regret did I?" I asked.
He shook his no.
"Well I mean, you did ask me to sleep with you." He said getting up and walking to the door.
"Wait what?" I asked getting up.
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The Trap Shakespeare
Teen FictionI'm a gangster trap queen coming straight out the street. I move drugs, I shoot the guns, and I ain't going to let no nigga stop me from my hustle and grind. Simple. That was the mindset of Desiree. Till she bumps in to her worst enemy Ricardo Santa...
