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I was so sick of my Aunt Carol. I don’t know what she wanted me for. Everyone knew me and Poetic had called it quits so I wasn’t understanding why she didn’t know that by now. I didn’t even know why she wanted me to spy on Poetic. The shit seemed real weird. The other night she had told me to come to her house and I ignored her now she was sitting in my living room. I knew she was ready to piss me the hell off. I hurried and put my robe on and made my way down to my living room.

“How may I help you Aunt Carol?” I asked while entering my living room.

“Kayla, why didn’t you call me and tell me about you and Poetic?” I asked.

“Why did I need to tell you? Celebrity shit is always all over the news and radio, so please don’t tell me you didn’t here.” I sassed.

“You had a job that you got paid for. The minute you left the job you were supposed to call me, because now you owe me money because you didn’t fall through with the job.” I looked at her and laughed.

“I don’t know where you think you getting money from. Hell, I didn’t even know what the hell I was supposed to be doing. Plus, Poetic broke up with me. How the hell do you expect for me to stay somewhere I’m not wanted. What is this about anyway?”

“What it was about was none of your business. I just needed you to stay on his good side and you couldn’t even do that.”

“Alright now, Aunt Carol you can go.”

“I’m going to leave, but you have a month to give me my fucking money back, or I’m going to tell Poetic the only reason you were there was because of me. Now how do you think he will feel about that news?” I looked at her with so much anger. I was pissed the fuck off, because where was I going to get money from and if she put me on blast like that I’ll be fucking up my career forever. It already was Kayla the drunk, Kayla can’t keep a man, and rachet Kayla always arguing with the blogs. The last thing I needed was Kayla the liar that faked a whole relationship for a publicity stunt.

“Whatever Carol, you can go now and next time call first, or you won’t get in here.” I got up and walked her old ass to the door. I couldn’t stand her and hated I even got involved with her. Carol got up and made her way out of my door.

“You got a month to get me my money or Tatum Reece will have your story about how you and Poetic dating was a scam. Goodnight niece, will see you soon.” My aunt said while heading out the door. Now I was sitting on my couch in deep thought. Now how the fuck was I going to give her back her thirty grand. I had so much going through my mind at the moment I didn’t even know how I was going to sleep tonight. I was still dealing with the fact that Poetic broke up with me. Now I’m going to have to deal with worrying about Carol’s old ass telling on me. What the fuck was I going to do? I sat there in deep thought then I thought about it, fuck Carol and the broom her old evil ass flew in on. After I thought to myself I made my way up to my bedroom. If it came down to it I would just go tell Poetic myself. I would break everything down to him from the beginning. Once I made it to my bed, I climbed in my bed hoping for a goods night rest.

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After sleeping on my decision, I decided that I was going to go ask Poetic what he had going on with my old ass Auntie Carol. I was trying to be on Poetic’s good side, before I pissed him off. I knew I had to look damn good before I walked in P I turned the water on to the temperature I liked. I had my mind made up I just hope Poetic was in a good mood today. I needed him to understand that me and him were on the same page and that I hadn’t told Carol shit. Hell, truth be told, I took her damn money and never had no plans on telling her shit. I got in the shower and let the hot water run down my body. I grabbed my loofah and poured a generous amount of Native vanilla and sandalwood soap. I usually didn’t use stuff like this but it smelled so good, so I decided to use it. A nice hot shower and looking good would always place me in a better mood. After cleansing my body, a couple of times and I felt like I was satisfied. I turned the water off and grabbed my towel. I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waste and made my way into my bedroom to oil my skin before I slipped on this nice little dress that I always felt like I got the most stares from Poetic in. It was an elegant light pink fitted dress mid length. It fit every curve on my body. The top of it had a plunge neck and was embellished in pearls. I decided on my feet to go for my Jimmy Choo Sacaria pearl platforms, along with the matching clutch. I then put my hair up in a messy bun with two strands hanging on both sides. I did a light beat on my face since I knew make up wasn’t something Poetic liked. I completed my look with some post pearl earrings and a choker. I looked myself over once more in the mirror and thought to myself damn you look fine. I squirted some Jimmy Choo, I Want Choo and made my way out of the house. I looked damn good and there was no way Poetic would be mad at me after he saw how fine I looked.