Karma Brism. 19 years old. 5 foot 7 brick house for damn sure. Ass to tittie ratio on point. A face so beautiful you could say it was carved from the hands of Michael Angelo himself, actually  she was once told. Bred from a white heroin addicted mother and fifty year old Haitian pimp. Attracting older men definitely ran in her blood. 
Archibald Jackson. 57 year old. 6 foot 5 Caucasion male. Millionaire ceo. He's watched his granddaughter (Laura) and Karma play and grow up together for years and he can't help the rush of emotions he feels at the sight of a now fully adulted Karma.
Literally a story about a teenage girl going from rags to riches. From the hood to the suburbs.

My Bestfriends Grandfather

My mind was doing somersaults. My vision had become compromised. I now saw only red.


I slowly backed away from the guest bedroom but only to fall to the floor in disbelief. Or maybe I fell from drinking too much.


Hearing footsteps, I bolted downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed the pint of chocolate ice cream that Laura had told me about.


Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, I dipped into the ice cream, letting it melt in my mouth, savoring the flavor.


"Mmmm." I moaned, the chocolate instantly calming me down.


"Excuse me, what are you doing in my daughters kitchen?" A familiar female voice says.


Turning around, I was semi disgusted by what stood in front of me. It was an old, wrinkly, crusty ass face that I remembered all too well.


"Hello, Mrs. Archibald. It's me, Karma. You know, Laura's best friend." I helped jog her memory. Smiling against my will.


Chapter 7