Fifty Shades Of Ugly
He knew her crocodile tears were just a ploy to get back into his inner circle.
Porsha released Chelsea from the hug and wiped her dry eyes. Meanwhile, Kyle and Bebe had already stepped inside, making themselves at home. Kyle was blowing a massive bubble with his gum, his slender frame clad in a fitted tank top and skinny jeans. Bebe, on the other hand, looked like a doll in her pink mini skirt and flowery blouse, her dark hair gleaming in the light.