lick. Hustling is all in my DNA and it goes way back from generations.”
“I can tell. You one of those bitches don’t nobody ever see coming until it’s too late.”
“So when do I get started?”
“Those brothers who are technically my boss and now yours since we’re partners are having an exclusive, intimate party at their house tomorrow. We’re invited.”
“Really, sounds interesting.”
“It should be. I’ve never been invited to their crib before so clearly I’m moving up on the totem pole of importance.”
“Must be.”
“I think tomorrow will be the perfect time to introduce you to them. I already mentioned that I would be bringing my new partner so they’re looking forward to meeting you.”
“I didn’t bring any clothes for a party.”
“You can borrow something of mine. We’re around the same size.”
“Thanks but no thanks, I like to wear my own clothes. Plus I always love an excuse to go shopping. Tomorrow we’ll make a day of getting pampered and hitting up some high-end boutiques. I can run up my parent’s credit card a few more times.”
“Just think, pretty soon you won’t even need it. You’ll be balling so hard you won’t have nothing but endless cash coming out your pockets.”
“Cheers to that. Maybe I will have that drink you mentioned.” I followed Peaches to the kitchen and she pulled out a cold bottle of champagne and two glasses. I was def in the mood for a little celebrating.
“Here you go,” Peaches said handing me a glass of bubbly.
“Cheers to my new beginning and a Boss Bitch in the making.” We clanked our glasses and for the first time in what seemed like forever I was optimistic about my life.
“I can’t believe how much shit we bought today,” I said, dropping my shopping bags in the front door entrance when we got back to Peaches’ townhouse.
“Girl, I saw so much hot shit I could’ve shopped for another few hours. I’m glad you said it was time to go because I was losing my mind in that last store.”
“Once I found what I was wearing tonight I was good. It just took about seven stores and endless other outfits for me to figure it out.”
“Well we need to hurry up and get ready because we’re already running late.”
“I’ll be ready in less than an hour. But let me go get some champagne first. I can drink it while I’m getting dressed.”
“Cool, let’s do this.”
Luckily Peaches had two full size bathrooms in her crib so we could get ready at the same time. Getting all dolled up for a party was exciting for me, as I hadn’t done it in a very long time. The more I thought about it, I realized the last time I did get dressed up for a party was the night of Sway’s murder. Even after all this time had passed it was hard to believe that Sway Stone was dead. Although all the charges against me were dropped I would forever be connected to his murder. A few weeks ago VH-1 did a special on him in celebration of his birthday and of course they showed pictures of us together, talked about the charges against me, and my involvement in his death. Of course they waited to the end of the segment to mention those charges were dropped. The sensationalism of it all made for great television but for me it was like a dark cloud hanging over my head. I didn’t want my life to be remembered as the girl who was accused of murdering hip-hop mega superstar Sway Stone. I was determined to create a different legacy even if it meant moving kilos.
By the time I finished having flashbacks of my time with Sway I was dressed and ready to go. All I had to do was brush my hair and apply some makeup. My fuchsia Alexander McQueen silk chiffon open back mini dress was so risqué that I opted for a clean look when it came to my face. I went light on the eyes, some bronzer with a dab of Wonderstruck lip-gloss. I felt so fuckin’ sexy and I loved it. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs so we could go.
The drive to ourdestination seemed
“I can tell. You one of those bitches don’t nobody ever see coming until it’s too late.”
“So when do I get started?”
“Those brothers who are technically my boss and now yours since we’re partners are having an exclusive, intimate party at their house tomorrow. We’re invited.”
“Really, sounds interesting.”
“It should be. I’ve never been invited to their crib before so clearly I’m moving up on the totem pole of importance.”
“Must be.”
“I think tomorrow will be the perfect time to introduce you to them. I already mentioned that I would be bringing my new partner so they’re looking forward to meeting you.”
“I didn’t bring any clothes for a party.”
“You can borrow something of mine. We’re around the same size.”
“Thanks but no thanks, I like to wear my own clothes. Plus I always love an excuse to go shopping. Tomorrow we’ll make a day of getting pampered and hitting up some high-end boutiques. I can run up my parent’s credit card a few more times.”
“Just think, pretty soon you won’t even need it. You’ll be balling so hard you won’t have nothing but endless cash coming out your pockets.”
“Cheers to that. Maybe I will have that drink you mentioned.” I followed Peaches to the kitchen and she pulled out a cold bottle of champagne and two glasses. I was def in the mood for a little celebrating.
“Here you go,” Peaches said handing me a glass of bubbly.
“Cheers to my new beginning and a Boss Bitch in the making.” We clanked our glasses and for the first time in what seemed like forever I was optimistic about my life.
“I can’t believe how much shit we bought today,” I said, dropping my shopping bags in the front door entrance when we got back to Peaches’ townhouse.
“Girl, I saw so much hot shit I could’ve shopped for another few hours. I’m glad you said it was time to go because I was losing my mind in that last store.”
“Once I found what I was wearing tonight I was good. It just took about seven stores and endless other outfits for me to figure it out.”
“Well we need to hurry up and get ready because we’re already running late.”
“I’ll be ready in less than an hour. But let me go get some champagne first. I can drink it while I’m getting dressed.”
“Cool, let’s do this.”
Luckily Peaches had two full size bathrooms in her crib so we could get ready at the same time. Getting all dolled up for a party was exciting for me, as I hadn’t done it in a very long time. The more I thought about it, I realized the last time I did get dressed up for a party was the night of Sway’s murder. Even after all this time had passed it was hard to believe that Sway Stone was dead. Although all the charges against me were dropped I would forever be connected to his murder. A few weeks ago VH-1 did a special on him in celebration of his birthday and of course they showed pictures of us together, talked about the charges against me, and my involvement in his death. Of course they waited to the end of the segment to mention those charges were dropped. The sensationalism of it all made for great television but for me it was like a dark cloud hanging over my head. I didn’t want my life to be remembered as the girl who was accused of murdering hip-hop mega superstar Sway Stone. I was determined to create a different legacy even if it meant moving kilos.
By the time I finished having flashbacks of my time with Sway I was dressed and ready to go. All I had to do was brush my hair and apply some makeup. My fuchsia Alexander McQueen silk chiffon open back mini dress was so risqué that I opted for a clean look when it came to my face. I went light on the eyes, some bronzer with a dab of Wonderstruck lip-gloss. I felt so fuckin’ sexy and I loved it. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs so we could go.
The drive to ourdestination seemed
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