𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖳

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"Why would I lie? Ain't nobody touched me since ole girl."

"Cs you manipulative as fuck and you a gaslighter. So why would I believe anything you gotta say to me?"

"Cs i'm yo husband. Errthang already out onna table na ian got no reason to lie nomo."

"Yea well I know fa a fact ian take det picture Jeremiah. So beg whatever bitch took it to be witchu."

"Imma just show you proof then cs ian got no reason to lie."

Jeremiah unlocked his phone and went to a picture of the two of them from the same day.

"What det say? July 12 at 2:30pm Los Angeles, California. Na what det one say? 2:35pm same day same location. Fuck imma lie fa?"

"Whatever" She mugged looking away. "Loud n wrong as fuck."

"I already said whatever. Go on about your day please Jeremiah so I can finished packin."

"No"

He stood up then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Jeremiah tossed her on the bed before climbing on top of her.

"Move"

"No" Jeremiah responded before kissing her lips.
"I want you."

Najah didn't respond to him then he started kissing down her body. "Can you get offa me?"

"You really don't fuck wimme?"

"No, not right now I don't. You not listenin' to my feelins n ion like det shit."

Jeremiah nodded then let her up. Najah grabbed her phone and went to the guest room to lay down.

--

"Wassup"

"How you doin' Boogie?"

"I'm ite. Ion like how you left n ain't say see you later a nun but I see how it is."

"I apologize but if I would've said bye to you I woulda felt bad fa leavin' y'all."

"When you movin' back?"
"Iono prolly sometime dis year, why?"

"Cs i'm tryna lock in witchu."

"Oh... ion think I really wanna hop from relationship to relationship."

"What you in right na ain't no relationship n ain't eva been one. I'm tryna show you how a man supposed to treat his ole lady."

Najah put herself on mute and pointed the phone at the ceiling before she started giggling with her hand on her mouth. She quickly got herself together and unmuted him.

"Imma think about it Asaad."

"See you be tryin' me." He smirked shaking his head. "Why you inna car dis late? You fuckin' off?"

"No I am not i'm in front my crib rollin' up. Imma go inna house n take me a shower then smoke my j."

"Mmm" Najah hummed "Why you got det big ass scratch under yo eye E'najah?"

"You know who did it cs obviously ian do it myself."

"Why you still lettin' det bitch beat on you? I'll really- it's okay Boogie" She cut him off. "No it ain't bro det shit lame as hell."

"He wasn't beatin' on me dis time. I kept botherin' him and he mushed me and accidentally scratched me." Najah spoke telling the truth.

"Ion believe det shit at all but if you say so."

"I'm fa real."
"Ite"

"How my Bobbi doin? I miss her already."

"She ite I think she on bed rest a sum shit like det Tank had said. We be tryna tell her sit her ass down somewhere but sheon listen."

"My girl is used to an outside life sheon wanna stay inside. We she have da baby imma come stay fa a lil bit."

"Might as well just stay."

"I can't cs I can't leave my shop til April a sum like det. I wish I could stay tho."

"My crack be showin' when I got da car?" Boogie asked getting out the car. "No, if it did I woulda told you or you woulda felt da breeze." Najah laughed

"You right. Some muhfuckas just don't give a fuck I was just tryna make sure."

"Nah you good. Call me back after you take a shower."

"Mm mm imma stay onna phone."
"Okay"

"Where yo nigga at? He ain't gone be mad we onna phone dis late?"

"It's only 9 here. I locked myself in the guest room so he don't bother me, we good."

"Just leave man... ion understand why youn just leave da nigga."

"Easier said than done. Yeen in my shoes so don't try to put yourself in my shoes Asaad."

"My fault twin."

"Yo mammy ain't had me pussy ass nigga iono yo pappy so stop callin' me yo twin."

"Watch yo mouth."

"I say what I wanna say cs at da end a da day you all da way in ATL n i'm in LA. You can't get to me."

"Keep det same energy cs ion forget shit. Next time I see you imma fuck you up."

"I need you do me a favor tho."
"What?"

"You got a fake page?" Boogie questioned causing Najah to side eye him. "All females got a fake page. Can I use it real quick?"

"For?"

"We been tryna catch det bitch det shot Mir. She been put up out do way niggas ain't seen her since. Not too long ago we had linked wit her homegirls tryna see if she was gone come but she didn't."

"Dets why y'all was actin' like det when I called Mir?"

"Iono nigga I won't in da room wit them."

"Yea so who was you inna room wit n what was y'all doin?"

"I'm grown and you married worry 'bout yo nigga n what he doin, not me." Boogie responded with a smirk on his face. "Gettin' slutted out... n imma remember det too so next time I see you imma hurt you."

"Back to what I was sayin. I need yo page so I can follow her n see what she be up to n where she at n shit."

"Imma text you da info."
"Preciate you"

"Welcome"