On the 12th day of Christmas My Baby Daddy Gave to Me: 5 ROLEX REPLICASSSSS

TOYA:

He rolled up on Christmas Eve with five fake watches in a Walmart bag like he just walked outta Saks. Called them “gifts.” Called me ungrateful when I didn’t clap like he reinvented Santa.

I sold them before he even woke up.

Now he wanna act betrayed? Baby, I was raised on survival and petty. And if Rayray thinks I won’t flip his lil side hustle into a full-time finesse, he forgot who taught him how to lie with confidence.

But the worst part?

He still gets under my skin.

And between my legs.

And inside my head.

We argue like enemies, touch like lovers, and scheme like twins. This Christmas, I’m gettin’ mine. If he plays it right, maybe he’ll get his too.

RAYRAY:

I risked my neck for them fake-ass Rollexes. Stole ‘em with love in my heart and heat in my veins. Brought ‘em to Toya like I was a hooded king returnin’ from war.

She flipped ‘em behind my back.

And somehow, I still wanted her. Still wanted to choke her and kiss her in the same breath. Still wanted to bend her over the couch and build her a kingdom.

She thinks she runs shit.

I let her.

But just know I’m right behind her, stackin’ paper and plot twists.

This ain’t no Christmas miracle.

It’s just me and her, gettin’ filthy, makin’ money, and maybe fallin’ back into the kind of love that don’t need fixin’.

Just finessin’.