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

There was no way I could let Laura leave like that. She was my best friend after all.


"Laura, wait!" I called after her, catching her before she made it to her car.


"Look, I went out with a coworker for shopping and lunch. That's all." I admit.


Laura stood silently for a while before finally speaking. "You could have just told me that. I would've understood."


I mentally rolled my eyes. "No, you wouldn't have. You never understand anything." I reply.


Laura looked surprised. "I don't understand? I understand that you can't afford to shop in those stores." Laura cocked her head to the side.


"Excuse me?" I questioned her, squinting my eyes.


Now, I was upset. "You don't understand anything. You have no idea what I've been going through. I break my back for you and it's not reciprocated at all." I tell her.


Chapter 9