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

Hamilton gave me a quick tour of the first floor of the yacht before leading me to the top deck.


When I met up with Archibald on the top deck, there was a plush blanket laid out for us. Champagne sat in a metal bucket on ice with a container of strawberries next to it.


"You look beautiful as ever." Archibald commented, analyzing my appearance. I wore a hot pink bikini, a cream colored crochet kimono, nude wedges, and my hair was up in a messy bun. I had taken the safe route by not wearing any make up, just in case Archibald wanted to go swimming.


"And you look handsome as ever." I returned the compliment. Archibald wore white swimming trunks, a white button up which he left unbuttoned to show his abs, and tan boating shoes.?Hot.


The yacht must've took off because I felt it moving beneath me, causing me to stumble a little.


Chapter 21