Cold POV
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I woke up to my phone ringing. I tried to get up to get it, but I felt something on my chest. I opened my eyes and rubbed the sleep out of them. I looked down and seen Riah knocked out, laying on my chest. I smirked.
I don't know what was wrong with me last night. A woman ain't never slept with me or been in my bed before. Every time I f****d a hoe, I'd f**k them at the trap or at my apartment on 45th street. Then I'd kick their ass out. Like I said before, I don't bring many people to my crib. I don't trust easily, but for some reason I trust Riah.
I looked down and stared at Riah's face. She is just beautiful. She has a natural beauty. She doesn't even need all that makeup s**t. I looked at every little detail on her face, from every mole on her face to her plump lips. She
