Breanna could not stop thinking about Michael. She could not wait to see him again. She knew that she was falling for him. She sighed. Now if Tatiana would just leave him alone. Everything would be perfect. As for Michael, he could not stop thinking about her either. He was determined più than ever to make Breanna his girl. The thought made him smile as he got ready for bed.
Ayanna and Jason dropped her mother off at home. Then they went back to his place.
The successivo day, Mrs. Bryant hosted a bridal doccia for Ayanna. When the doccia was over, Ayanna and Breanna spent the rest of the giorno together.
"Breanna, I just wanted to tell te that if te are trying to hire a stripper for my party please don't do it.",said Ayanna.
"Why?"
"Because Jason and I agreed that we don't want a stripper for our parties."
Breanna gave her a sideways glance. "Oh come on, Ayanna. Do te really think that Jason is not going to have a stripper?"
"He detto that he didn't want one."
Breanna laughed. "Ayanna, of course he is going to agree to that because he knows that te don't want him to have one.",she pointed out.
"Just don't do it, okay?"
"Fine." Yeah, right like I'm really going to listen to you., Breanna thought.
Later that night, Mrs. Davis went over to the Bryants' place to discuss the final details about the wedding; while her daughters got ready for the party. Soon the doorbell rang and all of the guests walked into the living room, ready to party. They walked over and thanked Ayanna for inviting them. She had changed into a baby blue tee and black shorts. Breanna was wearing a short red tight red dress that hugged all of her curves. She knew that if Michael could see what she wearing, he would probably faint. She walked over and turned on the stereo.
"Yo, Bre I brought the drinks.", detto a girl named Danielle, holding up the bottles of liquor.
"Great, put them on the table.", detto Breanna, dancing.
Everybody was having a great time,dancing. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it.", detto Ayanna. She opened the door. "Yes, can I help you?", she asked.
"Someone called and reported a fire.", replied the stripper. He was dressed like a firefighter. He was about 6'3, bald, very buff, had brown eyes, and a killer smile.
"I'm sorry, but te must be mistaken.", she detto and tried to close the door, but he stopped her, da sticking his foot in the door.
"There is a fuoco because I'm on fire!", he cried and walked into the living room. He took off his outfit, revealing a blue g-string underneath. He began his dance and all of the ladies except Ayanna screamed. She stormed over to Breanna, who was dancing with the stripper and dragged her into the kitchen.
"I am going to kill you! I thought that I told that I didn't want a stripper!", she yelled.
Breanna rolled her eyes. "Girl, please te need to stop trippin because like I told te before. Jason has a stripper at his party. Now if te will excuse me I'm going to enjoy myself and I suggest that te do the same."
She walked back into the living room and started dancing with the stripper. Ayanna sighed. What the hell., she thought and followed her.
Stay tuned for Part 10: The Wedding. <3 <3 <3
Ayanna and Jason dropped her mother off at home. Then they went back to his place.
The successivo day, Mrs. Bryant hosted a bridal doccia for Ayanna. When the doccia was over, Ayanna and Breanna spent the rest of the giorno together.
"Breanna, I just wanted to tell te that if te are trying to hire a stripper for my party please don't do it.",said Ayanna.
"Why?"
"Because Jason and I agreed that we don't want a stripper for our parties."
Breanna gave her a sideways glance. "Oh come on, Ayanna. Do te really think that Jason is not going to have a stripper?"
"He detto that he didn't want one."
Breanna laughed. "Ayanna, of course he is going to agree to that because he knows that te don't want him to have one.",she pointed out.
"Just don't do it, okay?"
"Fine." Yeah, right like I'm really going to listen to you., Breanna thought.
Later that night, Mrs. Davis went over to the Bryants' place to discuss the final details about the wedding; while her daughters got ready for the party. Soon the doorbell rang and all of the guests walked into the living room, ready to party. They walked over and thanked Ayanna for inviting them. She had changed into a baby blue tee and black shorts. Breanna was wearing a short red tight red dress that hugged all of her curves. She knew that if Michael could see what she wearing, he would probably faint. She walked over and turned on the stereo.
"Yo, Bre I brought the drinks.", detto a girl named Danielle, holding up the bottles of liquor.
"Great, put them on the table.", detto Breanna, dancing.
Everybody was having a great time,dancing. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it.", detto Ayanna. She opened the door. "Yes, can I help you?", she asked.
"Someone called and reported a fire.", replied the stripper. He was dressed like a firefighter. He was about 6'3, bald, very buff, had brown eyes, and a killer smile.
"I'm sorry, but te must be mistaken.", she detto and tried to close the door, but he stopped her, da sticking his foot in the door.
"There is a fuoco because I'm on fire!", he cried and walked into the living room. He took off his outfit, revealing a blue g-string underneath. He began his dance and all of the ladies except Ayanna screamed. She stormed over to Breanna, who was dancing with the stripper and dragged her into the kitchen.
"I am going to kill you! I thought that I told that I didn't want a stripper!", she yelled.
Breanna rolled her eyes. "Girl, please te need to stop trippin because like I told te before. Jason has a stripper at his party. Now if te will excuse me I'm going to enjoy myself and I suggest that te do the same."
She walked back into the living room and started dancing with the stripper. Ayanna sighed. What the hell., she thought and followed her.
Stay tuned for Part 10: The Wedding. <3 <3 <3
A few months later...
Michael's P.O.V
I'm working on my first adulthood solo album with Quincy Jones ( whom I call Funky ). It's supposed to be a sign that I'm not a child anymore and that I'm completely capable of working without my brothers under my wing, and my father taking charge of all my actions.
At least with Quincy, I know that he thinks that I can be a successful solo artist. And then there is other reasons too. I want to be known più than another black artist. I want to overcome those color barriers. And being stuck in the same R&B chart isn't fun either. I want to break that streak too. I also want to be became better known outside the United States, I want to thrive outside America and explore and get a bigger fan base. I know it's a lot of expectations but I know it'll all happen someday....
Sorry it's so short, just having a mild writers block. I'll be sure to make it longer successivo time though. <3 Hugs and Kisses
Michael's P.O.V
I'm working on my first adulthood solo album with Quincy Jones ( whom I call Funky ). It's supposed to be a sign that I'm not a child anymore and that I'm completely capable of working without my brothers under my wing, and my father taking charge of all my actions.
At least with Quincy, I know that he thinks that I can be a successful solo artist. And then there is other reasons too. I want to be known più than another black artist. I want to overcome those color barriers. And being stuck in the same R&B chart isn't fun either. I want to break that streak too. I also want to be became better known outside the United States, I want to thrive outside America and explore and get a bigger fan base. I know it's a lot of expectations but I know it'll all happen someday....
Sorry it's so short, just having a mild writers block. I'll be sure to make it longer successivo time though. <3 Hugs and Kisses