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𝟿:𝟶𝟶𝙰𝙼
𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝚆 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁
"An open marriage? You wanna fuck other bitches?" I asked Booka as I folded our laundry.
"Nah not like that, I want us to both fuck other people while still in this marriage," he explained to me. "Mmcht no." I rolled my eyes.
Once I told him what Doodie Lo said, he's been on a rampage. This open marriage shit is part of it.
He was ready to knock his noodles back, so he's plotting currently. And I wanted to help but he said no, since I'm currently being targeted by him and only him.
He'll know that something is up once I began to take an interest into him.
"Who would you wanna fuck Booka? Or at least have get your dick wet," I put my folded tee shirts away.
"Nobody, that doesn't even matter. Anyways, you wanna fuck him or what?" I shook my head no, "Would be weird as hell, ion even fuck with him like that. And for me to fuck him then come back to you doesn't sit right in my spirit," I answered.
"And why would you assume I wanna fuck him?" I turned around to face him. "I don't know,"
"Worry about killing him, please?" I grabbed the empty hamper and put my slippers on before heading downstairs.
Open marriage my ass.
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"Right ma!"
"Aint never heard no shit like that," I laughed and continued to braid Ajani's hair into cornrows, he likes these and box braids.
"So what are you gonna do?"
"I don't know, he's only doing this because what's his name is trying to boss folks around sooo," I put the last rubber band on the last braid. He got up and cleaned his mess before leaving.
"Dad ever ask you some shit like that?"
"Nah, our marriage was definitely not like that. But my parents I wouldn't be surprised,"
"How's grandma doing?"
"Fine, still here. Niggas said she had a few months but lied. She remembers me kinda,"
