IS THIS JUST FANTASY
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Chapter 6 Fire the new model img
Chapter 7 You'll see img
Chapter 8 D*ck head of a father img
Chapter 9 You! img
Chapter 10 His best friend img
Chapter 11 Trouble on ground img
Chapter 12 Throw her out img
Chapter 13 A slap img
Chapter 14 Get married or quit img
Chapter 15 The red carpet img
Chapter 16 The events unfold img
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Chapter 2 At home

Chapter 1

Samantha was home as she scrolled down the screen of her phone.

She was at home when she was supposed to be at highschool.

It was the prom night of her set and although she was an online class student she ought to be there but how could she be there when she was too dwindled up with her online job and attending to Alice.

Alice was a smart ass kid three years old of age.

The kid was exceptionally smart for her age and behaves like a total adult.

She could talk when she was barely one and a half and started reading when she turned three.

She could draw and write at the age of three and it sometimes freaks Samantha out a lot.

But the doctor assured her she had a special type of child.

The young lady could feed herself unlike other kids her age and hates being called a kid.

She behaved like a total boy and was not te type to cry a lot.

And the most shocking thing about the girl was that she unlike other girls loved to play with toys but the young girl loved playing with cars and toys only boys would like.

Samantha had spent a lot of fortune of her money to purchase the young lady a set of toy classic cars. For models like Bugatti, and sport jeep.

The girl had an obnoxious dre of owning a car brand when she gets older which Samantha finds funny and off.

As she scrolled down her phone she could see updates of the prom party from the school blog.

The party looked lavishing and a thing to die for but what could she do? She had to stay home and keep Alice company in case she needs anything.

"Momma! Can I have another set of metal work for my car building?"

Alice's voice sliced in through her thoughts in a fluent voice too smart for a kid her age.

Samantha dropped the phone down.

"Now what Alice? Building cars now?"

Samantha asked.

The young pretty girl smacked the marker she had with her on her chin and folded her arms looking at Samantha.

"I've planned to build my own model car. I've been working on it for quiet some days now mom and I planned to make it the most expensive car in the market then."

The girl said as Samantha rolled her eyes already used to the girls attitude and smartness.

"Oh. You mean toy cars?"

Aurora asked trying to get the girl off the idea.

"Why dont you go study on your homework?"

She added trying to drive the girl away cause she knew she would be loosing another hundreds of dollars if the young lady stayed.

"You know you dont have to ask me that. I'm done with that since three hours ago so could you please get me equipments I need Samantha Davis?"

Alice asked.

Samantha knew there was nothing she could do anymore.

"Ok ok. Ill get them. Now can you let me have some peace?"

Samantha said in a defeated tone while raising her hands up in a surrender manner.

"Thanks momma. Here's the list. I'll need them for tomorrow. I'll be in my study if you decide to get them today."

Alice said flipping her hair as she walked away back to were she came from.

"You won't be the end of me Alice."

Aurora groaned as she saw the list in her hands.

She then threw it into her handbag as she took back her phone and continued scrolling through the pages of the blog.

"Soo Kristy got the prom queen. Hmm who could me more suitable"

She grumbled as she took a bite from the cup cakes she had besides her.

"Its pass your bed time Sam!"

She heard Alice's timid voice from the her room.

"Shut up young Lady. I'm gonna screw you if you dont shut up and get to bed."

Samantha yelled after her as she got back to her phone.

"No cussing in my house adult"

Samantha heard the young girl shouted again and she kept groaning.

"Damn you Royce!"

She snapped and ruffled her hair.

            
            

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