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Pen Your Pride

Song - Me-U-Hennessey x Jacquees

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I've been in my studio since a little after Star left my crib. I tried to nap, couldn't do that. Shorty got my mind going several different ways. I don't know what to do, what to think. This has my emotions all fucked up right now. Over here making music, feeling like a damn fool. Regardless if I'm hurt or whatever, I can't help but hope that she's feeling alright.

Nicole been blowing up my phone all day, cursing me out then saying she misses me and my strap. Not even gonna front, I was tight for a grip. I broke shit off with that bitch ASAP. She gets on my damn nerves. What a bi-polar little trick. Why are these bitches so goddamn bi-polar? Can't give em' shit, cause all they do is use it to their advantage, throw it away and come back for more.

Drowning in my thoughts, I'm so mad. But, fuck it. Being single has me so glad. I can do what the hell I want. I sighed and took another shot off the bottle I'd been drinking on.

I couldn't help but to think about Star. The shit she said to me really got to me. It ain't nothing new, I just hated the fact that it had to be her. I downed my 6th shot, I put my headphones in and began to sing into the mic. The lower I drowned out everything and put my emotions into my music, I started feeling wavy as hell. Too nice to be stressing over any girl. I knew she wasn't just any girl though, I just hate that I was open and got nowhere.  Henny got me feeling too right mane. 

I heard my studio doorbell ring. I put my headphones on the mic and walked out the box. I opened the door with a smile on my face which immediately turned into a frown. Here we go..

"What do you want Star? " I asked while leaning against my door frame with my arms folded.

Feeling both relieved and tensed by her presence, she stepped closer. I hadn't fully looked at her, just caught a glimpse and avoided eye contact. Last time I looked into her eyes I felt heartbroken and angry. Had me in the studio like, fuck these bitches.

She cleared her throat, catching my attention and I glanced into her eyes. " I came to talk. " She whispered sweetly with a serious look on her face. I moved out of her, not taking my eyes off hers and I couldn't help but notice she was smirking. 

She entered the room, locking the door behind her. I couldn't help but fully take her all in. Her hair was straightened, which was very rare. She had some make-up on and was wearing a red trench-coat with black red bottoms. The way her legs stood out bare, from under that coat, I found myself licking my lips.

" You've been drinking.. " She started looking at the shot classes and the bottle of gold schlager I'd just opened which was starting to kick in, I could feel my throat burning. " How's your music going? "

Her question snapped me back to reality. I couldn't help but to stare. She looked so sexy. I was mesmerized. " Cut the pep talk, what did you want to talk about? " She stayed silent. I glanced over at the clock, it was 7 on the dot. I narrowed my eyes at her.

" Mane, ain't you supposed to be at work? " I sat on the foot of the couch.

" I took the night off. " She replied, stepping closer. I sat back on the couch with my elbows propped up.

" For what? " I lifted my fitted out my eyes to get a better look at her face. Damn, did she look fine as hell right now.

" For you. " She came closer and stood between my legs, My eyes widened in shock.

I was beyond surprised right now. I couldn't believe it. Next thing I knew, her coat fell to the ground and she stood over me with bare titties and nothing but a thong and some heels on. I groaned and wiped my face. The last thing I needed right now was me trying to resist the urge to eat the fuck out this girl yo.

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