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[peopleofcolourmatter]

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      ❛ who you over there TEXTING ? cheesing all hard & shit. ❜

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✧.:°｡ IMESSAGE  —  QT.

KALEAH: well, i'm not gonna stop texting u anyways lol

KALEAH: but you're ALWAYS focused on work, even when ur not there :(

KALEAH: u would never

KALEAH: stop bein MEAN

EMERSON: great...

EMERSON: exactly, you know i'm about my money. how you think i spoil your ass ? money doesn't just appear out of thin air.

EMERSON: i will if i have to babe, i gave you a warning.

EMERSON: stop being annoying

[jhenefuru]

[hellyeahrihannafenty]

[teamcole]

[zainbear]

[ikonicgif]

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oforchids

          she’d rather be passed out in a puddle of her own vomit than come face to face with emerson ( although on second thought, perhaps not — the third time this week wouldn’t do much for her road to sobriety ). the image is still vivid, him & her ( not her as in zahra but some filthy slut who much to zahra’s dismay had a waist to hips ratio the starlet would have KILLED for ) unclothed, em’s fingers scraping across every inch of her body. there it was again the bile that seemed to find its way into her throat at even the slightest memory of the situation. she curls her jittery fingers around her newly acquired drink ( she’s not nearly as fucked as she’d like to be for this situation ) as a part of her hopes he’ll leave but a bigger part of her hopes he’ll stay ; it’s that bigger part of her that landed her in this fucking situation with emerson to begin with. ❛ my bad ?! that’s all you have to say for yourself ?! my bad ?! ❜ she sputters out a portion of her drink drunkenly , now certainly isn’t the best time to be ladylike. ❛ you fucked some dirty WHORE while you claimed to care for me. how’re you gonna make that up to me, huh ?! ❜ she watches his hand fall in front of hers and zahra wants to reach for it, she wants to reach for it because she knows he’s HOME, he’s her SAFETY, the closest she’s been to feeling more than a lifeless industry puppet in years. instead, she finds herself violently swatting it away from herself before stumbling to pull herself up from her seat. breathing in a shaky breath, she manages to peer up at him through long, wispy lashes. seconds later, her fists meet his chest with as much drunken force as she can muster. ❛ i hate you, i fuckin’ hate you, i hate you. ❜ if she says it enough, maybe she’ll finally believe it. 

           he’s well aware of the undying pain in his chest, but he hopes that if he keeps ignoring it, then soon it’ll fade into nothingness. emerson wants to make a comment about her drinking, like how many have you had today ? or how many more were you planning to have ? that wasn’t his place anymore, but he can’t hide the fact that it’s concerning him. when she sputters the drunken sentence, clearly filled with VENOM ; he can’t help but to look away & clear his throat awkwardly. ❛ you didn’t deserve what i did to you & it’ll never happen again. ❜ his tone is vague, but only because he can’t risk spilling his heart to her ( the tears would soon follow & he wouldn’t let her see him cry )  ❛ zahra, PLEASE don’t do this. y-you know i made a mistake & that girl wasn’t nothing but ass to me. you’re who i truly CARE about. ❜ the thoughts of fucking another female when he had zahra, made him sick to his stomach. emerson was not one to be committed fully to one person & the actuality of the matter scared him more than he can explain ; that’s what guided him to participate in the vicious act. when she swats away his hand, he can literally feel his heart COLLAPSE into his ribs.  ❛ DON’T, don’t you dare fucking say that to me. you don’t hate me, don’t act like this is what’s going to break us ; nothing is going to fucking BREAK us !  ❜ he feels the tears threaten to run down his face, but he’s strong. emerson grabs a hold of zahra’s hands as they weakly ram his chest & pull her closer desperately.

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thefcll

“i’m making ‘buy a beach house, pay off loans and have money leftover’ bank.“ the female gloating about her finances was a rare occasion, especially because what she was saying was true. “you want me to be your sugar mama, you gon’ have to appreciate me a little more. and are you not a broke daddy?” ona rose a brow, an expression of disbelief clear on her features. “and why should i exactly?”

      ❛ say no MORE ! ❜ he can’t help but to burst out in laughter at her comment, not even finding it necessary to respond in his usual witty manner.  ❛ appreciate you more ? i appreciate you more than you know, ona. ❜ he’s being honest & the fact was evident on his features. emerson shakes his head at her & continues to chuckle.  ❛ yeah you might have me on that one, but you know i’m still BIG daddy regardless & you should because i’m like your right hand, your boy.  ❜ 

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thefcll 

“trust me, i can afford a beach house if i wanted to – but i’m not quite worried about my cable when i get home. i’m worried about sleeping.” narrowing her eyes as he laughed, she reached a hand out to flick against his ear. “big daddy? more like broke daddy. i don’t even miss the people who pay to pipe me down.”

        ❛ oh, so you making beach house BANK ? you really about to be my suga mama now. ❜ emerson can’t help but to exhibit a goofy grin at the girl.  ❛ BROKE daddy ? that’s cold, ona.  ❜ when she mentions people paying to pipe her down, his smile instantly fades & he awkwardly clears his throat. ❛ well shit, you BETTER not. the only person you should miss is ya’ boy em. ❜

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oforchids

          HOSTILITY ? ha, hilarious !  this was zahra being…, civil. she could hear the familiar voice of her therapist buzzing through her liquor stained thoughts. learn to let go, zahra. ❛ learn to let go, zahra. ❜ she mutters under her breath before tossing her head back to down the remains of the fruity drink in hand. ❛ i don’t NEED to do anything— ❜ she pauses to let her gaze trail across his physique. oh, how she regrets not dumping the remains of that drink over his stupidly, handsome face. letting out a small laugh, she rolls her eyes, unbothered by his ‘words’ ( or so she’ll tell herself for now ). she was learning to let go but importantly she was learning to let go of her naivety; there was NO WAY she would fall for his shit again. ❛ fuck off, before you’re wearing my next drink. ❜ 

            emerson watches the female mutter to herself & he can’t help but to knit his thick brows in confusion. ❛ FINE, my bad. look, i didn’t come here to argue with you babe. i fucking came here to make it up to you & shit, i want things to be right between us, i want things to be —  ❜ he pauses his words just in time to stop himself from continuing his heartfelt sentence.  ❛ zahra, i know you don’t want me here, but i’m willing to change for you & all that shit. i’m serious about us, i’m serious about YOU. ❜ dampening his lips, he’ll reach his hand out, hoping she’ll take it.

[dacremontgomery]

[dacremontgomery]

[ikonicgif]

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thefcll

“wow, it’s almost like i once was a broke college student before putting my pussy on a pedestal. and your company is good until you start complainin’. i mean, i could easily replace your company, my man.”

             ❛ true, i guess you would just think that once you’ve put your pussy on a pedestal you’d be able to AFFORD cable ; but you know what ? that’s none of my business. ❜ he finds himself hilarious, so he’ll merely chortle at his petty comments. ❛ replace me ? BIG daddy ? i don’t think you could do it, you’d miss me too much. guarantee it ! ❜    

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oforchids

          there’s nothing she likes less than an unwanted visitor. peering through the sunglasses now resting on the tip of her nose, she frowns. ‘ what’re you doing HERE ? ’

      ❛ now zahra, you NEED to take that hostility down like five hunnid notches. i just came here to apologize like a real man, alright ? all that shit i said last week was rude as hell & i realize that now. ❜ he’s sincere, but he’s not sure if his sincerity is radiating the way he had hoped.