cheating on Minka, I knew he would pay whatever amount of money to keep that quiet. Everyone knew she was his heart and he couldn’t lose her again. Big mouth Sally should have watched who she gloated to because I was about to cash in on her ass. Let’s see once I blackmailed Micah if he kept her as his sidepiece. The whole point of being a side bitch was to be quiet and here she was announcing it. He would drop her ass like a car with four flats. She wouldn’t be valuable to the show any longer.
I took a quick break and dialed Micah’s number. I had my ways of getting it and Patrice happened to leave her cellphone at the table while going to ‘powder her nose’--her words. I scrolled through her contacts and got his number.
“Micah, I heard you haven’t been up to good things,” I said into the phone.
“Who the hell is this?” he questioned. I rolled my eyes.
“Kareema, how are you?”
“Why the fuck you calling me? Shouldn’t you be on Donovan’s line?” he roared.
“Yeah, I will momentarily but, I heard you and Patrice Fillmore are an item… TMZ would pay big numbers to have that story out on their blogs.” I hinted around.
“I’m not fucking her so you got your sources wrong. I use to fuck her but not any longer. Go ahead sell your story and see if they won’t be coming at your ass for their money.” He hung up the phone on me. Damn, that lying bitch. Made me waste my time and she was just telling tall tales.
21
Patrice
I looked over at that nosy bitch and smirked. I bet she thought she was the star of the show. Wrong, bitch, try again. Micah loved that I was doing the show. I told him some bullshit about me needing the money and he bought it. He appeared on three of my episodes already and I already had him ready to do a few more.
As crazy as it sounded, we hadn’t slept together because he claimed he was in love with his fiancé. I wanted to fuck his ass so bad but I had to keep up my act as the caring ex-girlfriend while not over stepping that imaginary line. According to him, he claimed him and wifey were doing better than great. Just my luck. Kareema’s ass was nosey so I decided to fuck with her. Knowing her, she probably spend all her time trying figure out if it was true or not.
When I left Micah, I intentionally left to better myself. I wanted to study abroad in Africa but that plan quickly diminished when I got to Africa. I met a fine long dick African boss by the name, Amadi. Being in Africa with limited resources and not enough money will drive you crazy. After a while school wasn’t in the cards and I needed to work. I ended up borrowing money from Amadi, who had money for days. He lent me cars, money and a villa. The entire fine wining and dining came with a price, being his wife. He was fine as hell, but very controlling. I wasn’t a submissive bitch so you see why it didn’t work out.
I witnessed things that I still had nightmares about to this day. He took my passport as collateral until I could pay him back. How could I pay him back over five hundred grand, when I didn’t have anything. One night, after a sweaty sex filled night, he fell asleep. I took whatever was in his safe and took off in the night. I found a guy who could hook me up with a replacement passport. In return, I gave him the diamonds. Once I got back to the states I realized what in fact I actually did. I stole blood diamonds and pawned them off to Amadi’s enemy.
Amadi Obwalden was and is the ringleader of a blood diamond smuggling ring. I now owed him a little over a million dollars for what I took plus the expenses he fronted while I was in Africa. Amadi was born in Africa but migrated to Atlanta when he was five. He traveled back and forth to Africa for strictly business purposes.
The first person I thought to run
I took a quick break and dialed Micah’s number. I had my ways of getting it and Patrice happened to leave her cellphone at the table while going to ‘powder her nose’--her words. I scrolled through her contacts and got his number.
“Micah, I heard you haven’t been up to good things,” I said into the phone.
“Who the hell is this?” he questioned. I rolled my eyes.
“Kareema, how are you?”
“Why the fuck you calling me? Shouldn’t you be on Donovan’s line?” he roared.
“Yeah, I will momentarily but, I heard you and Patrice Fillmore are an item… TMZ would pay big numbers to have that story out on their blogs.” I hinted around.
“I’m not fucking her so you got your sources wrong. I use to fuck her but not any longer. Go ahead sell your story and see if they won’t be coming at your ass for their money.” He hung up the phone on me. Damn, that lying bitch. Made me waste my time and she was just telling tall tales.
21
Patrice
I looked over at that nosy bitch and smirked. I bet she thought she was the star of the show. Wrong, bitch, try again. Micah loved that I was doing the show. I told him some bullshit about me needing the money and he bought it. He appeared on three of my episodes already and I already had him ready to do a few more.
As crazy as it sounded, we hadn’t slept together because he claimed he was in love with his fiancé. I wanted to fuck his ass so bad but I had to keep up my act as the caring ex-girlfriend while not over stepping that imaginary line. According to him, he claimed him and wifey were doing better than great. Just my luck. Kareema’s ass was nosey so I decided to fuck with her. Knowing her, she probably spend all her time trying figure out if it was true or not.
When I left Micah, I intentionally left to better myself. I wanted to study abroad in Africa but that plan quickly diminished when I got to Africa. I met a fine long dick African boss by the name, Amadi. Being in Africa with limited resources and not enough money will drive you crazy. After a while school wasn’t in the cards and I needed to work. I ended up borrowing money from Amadi, who had money for days. He lent me cars, money and a villa. The entire fine wining and dining came with a price, being his wife. He was fine as hell, but very controlling. I wasn’t a submissive bitch so you see why it didn’t work out.
I witnessed things that I still had nightmares about to this day. He took my passport as collateral until I could pay him back. How could I pay him back over five hundred grand, when I didn’t have anything. One night, after a sweaty sex filled night, he fell asleep. I took whatever was in his safe and took off in the night. I found a guy who could hook me up with a replacement passport. In return, I gave him the diamonds. Once I got back to the states I realized what in fact I actually did. I stole blood diamonds and pawned them off to Amadi’s enemy.
Amadi Obwalden was and is the ringleader of a blood diamond smuggling ring. I now owed him a little over a million dollars for what I took plus the expenses he fronted while I was in Africa. Amadi was born in Africa but migrated to Atlanta when he was five. He traveled back and forth to Africa for strictly business purposes.
The first person I thought to run
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