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

I woke up on the yacht. Archibald had his arms wrapped around my naked body. We had gone rounds last night doing some intense love making.


Removing his arm from around my waist, I wrapped myself in one of the white sheets and headed upstairs to the top deck to be greeted by the morning sun.


The weight on my ring finger reminded me that I had a man who confessed his love for me. I stared at the ring that glistened in the sunlight.?Was this really true love?


My mind was completely made up. I was going to pursue my relationship with Archibald and leave Josiah alone.


Yes, I did like him but I loved Archibald. My heart sang a beautiful song when it came to Archibald and I couldn't let such a good thing go.


It wasn't long before Archibald found me and yanked me out of my thoughts.


"Hey, babe. There's breakfast downstairs. I figured we should fuel our engines before we get our day started." Archibald suggested.


Chapter 22