The Truth About My Ex

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Latoya

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Latoya

         "Girl, I can't believe you really slept with that man and left him on the beach didn't even bother to get the damn number" Tressa said as we placed our things in the back of the uber. She was on me the whole flight back home about leaving Kemar on the beach this morning but shit I didn't want to face him. How was shit going to work, he was in Jamaica, and I was here in the states. Long distance was something I did not want at all.

         "Tressa I am not tripping about that". I lied; I was kind of pissed at myself I didn't get to say goodbye to him. Shit my mind was just all over the place.

         "Whatever girl, I see you got your walk back. I thought that nigga broke your damn pelvis bone".

We laughed as we walked around to the backseat to get into the uber. Once inside the uber I couldn't believe my fucking eyes. "Oh, hell no" I said seeing this nigga driving.

         Tressa replied, "girl what"?

I answered, "this the nigga Miles had bunked the fuck up in the backseat of his Hummer"!

The dude turned around and said out his mouth, "bitch you ain't seen me doing shit".

Tressa asked, "girl we can get another uber"?

I answered her says "nah, we are good. Nigga drive"!

         The guy started driving and once I was sitting looking at the back of this nigga head, I just had to fucking ask. "How long was you and Miles fucking"?

         This nigga going to say, "I don't know a Miles".

I laughed and said, "you act like we going to say some shit. I was that nigga's girlfriend, and you were his side nigga I think I deserve the answers I couldn't get out of him that day".

         "I have a girlfriend and like I said, I don't know a Miles".

I looked at Tressa and said, "nigga's who DL love to lie, I bet if I post this nigga on snap saying he gay I would get my answers then".

         "Toya chill alright, he not going to be honest just drop it" she said.

I rolled my eyes and said, "whatever" and then crossed my arms looking out the window. Deep down I wanted to expose this fuck nigga so damn bad, but he might just kill my ass. Downlow niggas don't play about that exposing shit.

         When he got to my place me, and Tressa got out. He too got out trying to help us with our bags. I didn't know Miles was at my fucking house waiting on me to arrive until when the driver got out and saw Miles walking across the street he uttered out "what are you doing here". That's what caught my attention to look to the left of me.

         "Demetrius what are you doing here"? Miles asked.

Demetrius literally turned into a bitch and asked, "nigga I asked you that shit first why are you here"?

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