All Chapters of I HAD ME A BOY : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Let go of me! You're ruining my makeup!" She pushes me but I don't move too far from her. She's jealous! Yes! A bitch is jealous! Her eyes are burning with so much hate that I can see it. "All you ever care about is your makeup. Silly girl," I say. "My makeup, FYI, costs me more than your entire closet cost you," she says through gritted teeth and I laugh quite loud at what she just said. "Oh, Sabrina, Sabrina, Sabrina. You never stop amazing me. Has no one ever told you?" I pause and cock my head to one side. "Even if you put lipstick on a pig, it'll still be considered as a pig!" And the crowd in my head goes wild!! Now that comment, was a show stopper. She gasps and scowls at me. "Now, what was I supposed to do? Right, go inside the Dawson house. Alone," I say, flipping my curly hair and I continue walking. At the door, I ring the bell and seconds later I hear Sabrina quickly running towards the porch, her heels clanking loudly. When Carla opens the door, she smiles at me bu

"Someone's glowing like the sun this morning," Carla compliments and smiles at me as soon as I enter the kitchen, then she continues to pour coffee into a sky blue mug. I pull a stool and sit by the kitchen island, rubbing my eyes. I'm still sleepy, even though I just took a shower and got dressed up. "Good morning to you, Carla. How was your night," I smile back. "Oh, I'm the one who's supposed to ask that question, not you. But I don't want the details, I didn't hear a thing," she says while shrugging and I sigh. Yesterday was a wild day for me. Dealing with Sabrina, and then diving into bed with Blake, we later had dinner which Carla prepared and I gotta say, her baked potatoes and turkey are the best! After dinner, obviously, Blake and I went back to continue our love making. It was quite intense up in his room, and the temperature was too high that we even switched on the AC. Everything that we did last night was wild, I even gave him a fellatio! I had never done it before but

"Where was Cruella?" Scott asks, as he walks into the kitchen. "Hey, Kyrah." "Hey," I answer."She met that maniac at the Dawson house yesterday," Roxy answers. Scott frowns and I know he doesn't like what he just heard. He knows I went there yesterday and the fact that I just got home right now, means I slept at Blake's. He's clever and I know from his silence, he's joining the dots. "Luckily I managed to get rid of her, in a way I never thought I would after she tried to kill me. You know what just... just forget about the Dawsons. There's just too much that's going on with them." I open the refrigerator and take some mango juice, then pour it into a glass. "Wait," I say and pick three other glasses. "I sent Vic a text earlier. Where is he? I have some great news." "At my house," Scott says and I turn to look outside the window. Scott's kitchen faces my kitchen, and his bedroom faces my bedroom too. Coincidentally, Vic is in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water. Roxy opens the

She takes a moment to blow smoke out of her mouth and stares down at her feet. "The trucks that ship the grape products, I used some of them." She shakes her head and hides her face by placing her palm on it. "I had several guys who would deliver the drugs. But don't worry, the police don't have any evidence... yet," she tells me and I shake my head. Sooner or later they'll get the evidence and I don't want to imagine what could happen if they do. "Wait... You used the employees from the company?" I ask, frowning. "No. Just some random men," she says. "All of this happened right under our noses." I hear a familiar voice from behind us. Mom and I turn to find dad standing right there. It seems to me like he's heard everything mom just said. "Max... Darling–" she starts but he cuts her off."I'm not your darling any more. I heard what you just said. You cheated on me, gave away all my money and now brought shame on the Dawson name by dealing with drugs? What else are you hiding fro

Moments later, Scott walks back with two large cups of ice-cream and when he places them on the table, jealousy makes my throat feel drier than the desert. My jaw drops. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting blueberry ice-cream?" I pout out of disappointment and cross my arms in front of me. "Look at you, pouting like that," he chuckles and seats down. "Vanilla is your favorite, blueberry is my favorite." I love vanilla ice-cream but blueberry is sweet too and my desire for his blueberry ice-cream grows when he scoops a spoonful into his mouth as he closes his eyes, enjoying every bit of it. He takes another scoop and directs it into his mouth and for some reason I wonder what that mouth could do to someone's daughter. Focus! "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks."I want some of your ice-cream," I say calmly."Alright, open your mouth," he says and scoops a spoonful but instead of directing it into my mouth, he makes me follow the spoon around as I try to lick a litt