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

Of course when Archibald's white ass saw me he started kissing all over me. I lightly pushed him away from me.


"Everything alright?" Archibald immediately began questioning me.


"It's been almost a week since I last saw you. Let's just catch up for a bit, okay?" My words caught him off guard. Clearly, I wasn't as horny as he was and that seemed to shock him.


"We are catching up." Archibald huskily whispers in my ear, locking his hands around my waist as his places light kisses on my shoulder.


"Fine." Archibald huffs and let's go of me, sitting on the edge of one of the black leather couch he had in his living room.


"Good. How was your business trip?" I wondered, adjusting my clothes that he had bothered. Although I knew he hadn't really gone on a business trip, I was eager to see if he was going to fess up or continue to lie.


Chapter 16