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 something about this meeting with Laura that had me nervous as hell. Eventually, I'd have to spill the beans about sleeping with her grandfather.


On my body was a pair of blue high waist skinny jeans, a white tank top I had tucked inside the jeans, and a pair of nude platform sandals.


My hair was parted down the middle, which I had flat ironed bone straight. I carried a Louis Vuitton tote bag.


When I met up with Laura, she had on a long white sundress, a yellow beach hat, and heart shaped sunglasses. She was also sunburn.


"Hey, girl." I Laura greeted me. She stood up and gave me a quick hug.


"Hey, how have you been?" I truly wanted to know. There was still a part of me that missed my friend dearly.


Laura sighed dramatically. "Pretty good. I just got back from a family vacation in Hawaii." She tells me, happily.


"It was nice. Some drama but that was expected of my grandparents." Laura huffed. Grandparent?


Chapter 15