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the club you and Paris created! Then we can deal with whatever! You understand?”
    Kenya bossed up and determinedly refused to respond as the window her face was crushed against started to fog up and get misty.
    â€œDid you hear me!” Storm demandingly applied more pressure while waiting for her answer. “I know you hear me talking to you! Don’t you?”
    â€œYeah,” she finally muttered in a whisper, barely loud enough for him to make out. “I heard you.”
    â€œGood, then chill!”
    When Storm released her, Kenya opted for the time being to do just that, chill. Moving her matted hair out her tear-filled face, attempting to catch her breath, the exhausted female folded her arms furious, still full of questions with no answers seemingly in sight.
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    New Roommates . . .
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    O.T. took London to a hotel that was all too familiar to her. It was the same place Kenya and she stayed when she first arrived in Dallas. After the incompatible, quiet couple checked in getting the plastic credit card–like room key from the front desk, they headed to the elevator. O.T. carried London’s bags as he looked down toward her stomach wondering if his niece or nephew was actually growing inside of her.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you?”
    â€œNothing,” he replied stepping onto the elevator pushing the eighth-floor button. “Just thinking.”
    â€œOh, yeah.” London smirked with a sarcastic attitude. “I bet you were.”
    When they reached the room, O.T. put the bags on the floor and slid the key in the sensor. No sooner than the light flashed green London reached over pushing the door open. Coming all the way in the navy blue and ivory white decorated suite, the pair stood silently staring at one another.
    â€œWell.” O.T. was the first to speak. “Is it true or not?”
    â€œIs what true?”
    â€œIs you gonna have Storm’s kid?”
    â€œI’m pregnant. So yeah, it is true.”
    â€œSo y’all was fucking behind ya sister’s back huh? You’s straight-up grimy for that one, baby girl! But then again, a guy knows firsthand ya got that freaky bone in ya!”
    â€œNaw, it wasn’t like that!” London vehemently protested walking to the window turning her back shamefully on O.T. “Storm raped me! How many times do I have to say it?”
    â€œCome on now, girl! My brother ain’t never ever had to take the pussy from no bitch! Chicks be throwing the cat on him left and right, day after day!” he viciously argued raising his voice. “So why would he strong-arm ya silly, hot-ass?”
    â€œYou should be asking him why he did what he did, not giving me the third degree! And don’t call me a hot-ass!” she yelled shoving him out her way running to the bathroom to throw up. “Go say that to your beloved Paris.”
    â€œWhatever, tramp! Getting some of my brother’s dick must’ve given you back your little confidence!” He flashed back to the afternoon she deep throated his manhood as he posted up in the doorway watching her down on her knees at the white porcelain toilet. “Don’t forget, a nigga like me know better!”
    â€œFuck all you dirty, immoral crooks!” London directed as she wiped the corners of her mouth. “I’m going back home to Detroit!”
    â€œLike I really give a shit! I was just giving your stank-ass a piece of conversation!” Busting out laughing, O.T. took his cell off his hip making a call to check on one of his dope spots. “I’m just glad I had the fucking sense to make you swallow my seed!” He choked up on his dick and nuts. “’Cause you on the ziggy nut boom around these parts!”
    â€œHow can you continue to be so mean and heartless day after day?” London got on her feet. “Didn’t your parents teach you or your brother any manners?”
    â€œSorry me and him