Iggy Azalea The Fappening Novels & Stories

"Thanks, I did it earlier. A girl can never be too prepared for a party." "Totally." Azalea glanced on the outside when she heard a splash. Apparently someone just cannonballed into the pool from the roof. "Want to head upstairs for a bit?" Megan bit her bottom lip, taunting the boy with the look of seduction. Jackson stared at her, studying her features. Her dark green eyes flickered from his mouth back to his eyes. She pressed her body into his, wanting him to get a good whiff of that strawberry cheesecake perfume she bought earlier.

She tucked a few locks of her black hair behind her ear, dialed Amber’s number and placed the phone on her face. “Vanessa, Hiii…” Amber’s high-pitched voice blared through the phone. “Did you get my messages? Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” “Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa said it like a sigh. Her migraines were worsening, and she couldn’t tell if it was Amber’s voice that made it worse, or if it was the glaring sun burning over her head and causing all the cars in the park to glisten with a radiating yellow. “Amber, what do those pictures mean? That’s Tyler?” she asked, like she did not already know.