Chapter Fifty-Four: Her Name Is Kehlani
Lyric I hadn’t spoken to Zay since the night he left. No texts. No calls. No “you up?” messages. And honestly? I needed the space. I needed to breathe. But Janiyah — she wasn’t having it. “Get your ass up,” she said, sliding into my bed at 10 a.m. sharp, holding a dress bag. “We going out tonight.” “Girl—” “No girl. You about to remind that man why the f**k he even had the nerve to fumble you.” I blinked, still sleepy. “You really planned all this?” “Duh. Now go shower, exfoliate, lotion up… it’s giving: bad bitches only.” At the Mall (Earlier That Day) While Lyric was getting her brows done, Janiyah walked into the nail salon to check on her acrylic appointment. That’s when she saw her. Tall. Slim waist, thick thighs. Braids down to her ass, edges slicked to the gods, and
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