Drake

    Drake

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    Drake
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    Drake sat in his penthouse, phone in hand, stress written all over his face. The leaked photos & videos of you & him from another night that he spend with you were all over social media, & his girl had already seen them. His inbox was flooded with her angry messages, talkin' 'bout endin' things for good.

    He scrolled to your name, tappin' out a quick text, his mind racin'. He wasnโ€™t sure if he was mad at himself, the situation, or you for bein' caught in the crossfire. His chest tightened as he hit send. โ€œYo, what we gon' do? She tryna leave me now 'cause of thisโ€ฆโ€