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

Archibald had somehow figured out my address and started having flowers and chocolates sent to my building. I'd just give the chocolate to the other strippers I worked with since I found chocolate to be absolutely disgusting!


However, I did miss him and I did want to talk to him. But there was no way in hell, I could immediately forgive him for sleeping with Marianne.


After the simple but somehow amazingly fun night with Josiah, I found myself wanting to see him again. So, I invited him to hang out with me at the club during an early shift, which was the most boring shift.


"You spent one night with me. Now you can't leave me alone, huh?" Josiah joked, walking into the nearly empty club.


I laughed a little as he greeted me by pulling me into a warm hug. His cologne giving me goosebumps as I caught a whiff from his neck when he kissed my cheek.


Chapter 19