Chance "Murda" Combs.
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I woke up to my phone ringing. I groaned and reached for it. Once I grabbed it, I answered it without even checking to see who it was.
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* Phone Convo *
Me: What?
Crush: Nigga, I know you ain't still sleep.
Me: I'm about to get up and board my flight.
Crush: You must don't know what time it is?
Me: *Frowns* What you mean?
Crush: It's 10:27 here, so it's 11:27 in Miami. Your flight was at 8.
Me: s**t! I'll call you back.
Crush: Ig-
* Phone Convo Over *
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I set my phone down and looked beside me to see Dynasty knocked out. I smirked.
Her mouth was opened, and her hair was all over her head. She looked good as hell.
Last night was lit as hell. Like I said last night, I was gone get in her guts, and I did.
She got some good ass p***y, too. It's the be
