I rolled my eyes as I listened to Ray rant on and on about fashion. I really couldn't give two fucks about it. As long as I was dressed the way I wanted to dress, I was fine.
"Y/N, are you even listening?!"
I sighed. "No, Ray, I'm not. 'Cause I don't really care."
"You know what?!"
I glanced at him, bored. "What?"
"I was actually taking your idea, and combining it with 2wice Couture. But, wait, you don't care."
I snorted, saying, "That idea was brought up, like, months ago. Why you wanna consider it now?"
"Cause I want my baby to be as famous as I am," Ray said, kissing my cheek.
"I am famous. I'm in S.O.S. wit' Sarah." I rolled my eyes.
"You know what I mean, girl. I want us to be like Karruche and Chris, or Ciara and Future."
I glared at him. "You mean you want us to end up like a relationship that ain't gon' last long. Right? That's what you sayin'?"
Ray sighed. "Baby, believe me. We gon' be BIG. Just wait on it."
I smiled and kissed Ray, while he blushed. "Don't worry. I will."
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