“You remember this next time you want something from the new Chanel line,” I told her as I allowed Kéa to pull me. “I got a rich husband. Don’t you forget.” She winked, tilting her champagne glass to her lips for a sip. “You damn fucking right, love.” Prime appeared, passing Kéa and I onto the balcony. “Yeah, he old though. He don’t got the same connects as me,” I jested, making Kéa and my moms laugh a little. “Nah, yo’ mama know how young a nigga is.” Prime pulled my mother in front of him to hug her from behind, before kissing her on the neck. “I show her on the daily just how young shit is
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