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

When I got back to the bar with Archibald he had finished his glass of liquor and his face was red.?


"Archibald." I started to say, placing my hand on top of his. He quickly moved it from under my grasp.?Ok, you definitely deserved that.


"Who was he?" Archibald asked, calmly, however his jaws were clenched. His face and neck still red.


"Just a guy from the strip club." I reply. Which was true. Josiah was just a guy from the stripe club. We hadn't really established anything. Not even a friendship.


"And did you forget that's how I met you?!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up like a fool. Everyone in the bar started to stare.


Before I could get another word out, Archibald mouthed "let's go" and escorted me out of the bar with him.


We were now in his Audi. Archibald drove silently on the road. I wasn't sure where we were going because this didn't seem to be a normal route.


"Can you please talk to me?" I begged him.


Chapter 17