A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son Quotes

“His logical ass should’ve thought logically before he put his hands on my granddaughter that has an unlogical, AK totin’, zoo owner, team of muthafuckin’ hittas, grandmammy!” I burst into laughter because Grams was no damn joke.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Heifer couldn't you have waited until yo’ boss said what she wanted to do with this dead nigga? Now yo’ energizer bunny ass done got this nigga blood on me! I should wipe this… You know what? I think you made the best decision of the night. I appreciate how you use your gun talents to kill a nigga. I think you might be one of the best shooters that Kari done put on this team,”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“With what girls?! Mmmm, mmmm, hell nawl! What if they don’t like my choice of words? I’m not trying to have a needle stuck in my throat by the time we get to bitch boy. All the fuck I can move is my eyeballs, ‘cause everything else died before we left the hospital parking lot. Fuck that!” He fussed,”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Juelz,” she called out. “What’s up, baby?” “Gut that muthafucka!” She spat. “Say less.” I walked out of her room and down to the waiting room.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Yo’ ass deserved to get knocked out ‘cause the only juice yo’ ass giving is prune juice. Don’t worry, I’mma shoot that nigga in his hand for you, though.” Uncle Zelan had us in here bent over in laughter.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Well damn! He ain't playing no games with your ass. Girl, you better get on that dick and ride that bitch east and west tonight! ‘Cause baby, look. You deserve happiness, and if your pussy start thumping, make no mistake let that shit thump against the real deal, fuck thumping against them panties. Better yet, don't wear no damn panties!" Layah said, plopping her ass down on my bed.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Man, that nigga smell good; he fine as fuck, and he bowlegged. Girl, if you come in here and tell me he got a hook between his legs, bitch, you gone marry his ass this weekend. Y’all can get to know each other on the fuckin’ honeymoon,” Layah ass had me in tears ‘cause she was just as crazy as her damn daddy.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Trixie walked up to Uncle Gabe rubbing on his leg. He smiled at her picking her up and rubbing her head and kissed her cheek. When Trixie cut her eyes and licked her tongue at Aunt Gia, we were no more good.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Ma, the hairstylist really did her thing with these curls, and that fade out you got. I like this new look on you. It makes you look like a sophisticated killer," He smiled, leaning his head on her shoulder.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“That girl is fucking gorgeous. Oh, I’m taking her out on a date brother-in-law.” We both burst out laughing, but I was dead ass serious. Lil mama was on my fuckin’ radar now, and I get what I want.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Do it look like I’m a nigga that takes orders or wait for someone to come fetch me like I’m some fuckin’ yard boy? Miyah, stop playing with me.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Nah, baby boy, you don’t know me. I eat niggas like you! Don’t fuck around and be my next meal,” I spat.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Sha, ain’t nobody falling for that shit! She don’t have shit nice for us. I’m tired of her damn gifts. If there was a choice of going to hell or opening up a gift from Ma, I think I will take my bucket of ice and a seat at the devil’s table. You can call my ass Flaming Gabe,” Uncle Gabe fussed.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Never allow someone that doesn't deserve to be in your presence, to hurt you the way this nigga did.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Nephew, ion know where you learned how to shoot, but your killmanship was better than yo’ daddy’s. I’mma need you not to talk to the dead people after you kill ‘em, though. That shit just don’t seem right. It makes you look a lil’ off,” Uncle Gabe stated, but I kept quiet as we pulled off, headed back to the airport.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“However, I don’t feel that way. This nigga deserved to die. I pulled my gun out, sending a death shot to his head, and quickly sent one into his bitch ass daddy for raising this pussy ass nigga. “I’m Juelz Kassom Jr. what he can’t do, I can!” I yelled. “Ummm, ‘scuse me, nigga. He dead!” Uncle Gabe pointed at Trey’s lifeless body. “That’s a good thing. Dad, can we get some pizza before we head back to the airport?” I shrugged, placing the gun back in my waist. They were all still staring at me,”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“What! Nigga, you is a cold-blooded killer, so you gone just ring these people doorbell and be like ‘how you doing, I’m here to beat or kill your son’s ass, whichever way the wind blows will depend on what he’s getting,” Uncle Gabe was a funny nigga because I was in tears.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Nah, baby girl, you agreed that it wouldn’t go any further. I wanted you then, and I want you now, and if there is any chance that your baby belongs to me, then we got a problem. I don’t give a fuck who he is to you, he gotta raise the fuck up out of here.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Ohhhhh, y’all got some Maury Povich type shit going on in here. Ju fuckin’ with the Lethal Weapon chick!” We heard Uncle Gabe say. Everyone sat down in the seats, and I stood by the door.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Ma, get your ape, ion got time for her ass while I'm here. I swear you gone wake up and her ass gonna be the topper on the damn Christmas tree," Uncle Gabe stated.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Ahhh, hell nawl! This ‘pose to be a time of cheer not a time of fear. Lil nigga since the guns pointed at yo’ ass, I assume you the fuckin problem. Did you even find out what type of family you was gone be spending yo’ time with for the holidays before you came up in here doing whatever the fuck you did? ‘Cause you in a room full of murderers, goons, thugged out niggas, and cold-blooded killers!”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Aht Aht! Not tuuudayyyy, nigga! Make a move, I want you to make one move, and I’m gone show you what we twerkin’ with round this bitch!” Grandma Lai told him.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“Ciera, that was a dumb-ass question. What the hell do you think he's talking about! They been entangled, she got a nigga, Lil Bill mad, and now the threeeee of them got a baby on the way," Grams said, shaking her head.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“When a rich nigga want you and your nigga can’t do nothing for you’ I whipped my head so damn hard, it felt like I had damn whiplash. The next song that came on was Mr. Steal Your Girl by Trey Songz. Right after that, she played Confessions by Usher. I almost dropped my damn plate listening to her choice of songs with her subliminal droppin’ ass.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“I’m not trying to hear none of that bullshit! You weren’t saying that shit when my young ass was knee deep inside them fuckin’ walls, fuckin’ the shit out of you.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“The good thing about living in the free world is everybody has options in life.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son

“All I got is a hard dick and a meal to give, anything else is a no for me.”
― K. Renee, A Christmas Love Affair With The Billionaire's Son