[Sugar's POV]
I woke up to the sound of Kash's phone ringing. I turned over to see that he was still asleep, reminding myself that he could sleep through a hurricane.
Annoyed, I nudged Kash trying to wake him up. He didn't move, so I did it again and he still didn't move. Grunting, I pulled the covers off of me and began walking to his phone which was still ringing. When I reached his night stand, I picked up his phone and became confused when I saw the caller ID on the screen. 'Why is his mother calling him at 4:50 in the morning? Something must've happened, I might as well answer it just in case.' I thought.
"Hello?" my voice sounded a little raspy because I had just woken up, so I wouldn't be surprised if she thought I was Kash.
"Baby, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I was angry that you played me like that. Maybe you can come by and I'll repay you with a some more head in a comfortable bed, it could all be so simple," the voice spoke jokingly.
My jaw dropped. 'This definitely wasn't Kash's mom, so who could it be? Kash was always fucking with some lame ass bitches. I can't believe this hoe used a Drake lyric to get his attention.' I didn't know what to do but I immediately became furious.
"Who the fuck is this!?" I asked, eager to know the answer.
"Damn bae, you deleted my number that quick? It's Princess, you don't remember when I gave you head earlier?" she questioned.
I felt a lump in the back of my throat begin to form and tears started to fall from my eyes.
'I couldn't believe Kash would do this to me. If I went around getting head from other niggas, he'd threaten to beat the shit out of me and that nigga. How could he live with himself, knowing he was cheating and just expect me to be okay with it? How could he--' getting lost in my thoughts, I forgot Princess was still on the phone.
"Baby?"
"Yeah, my bad. Where you want me to meet you at?" I asked, deciding to play a little game with this bitch for fucking with my man.
"Come to my crib baby, I'll meet you in your car and maybe we can go to a hotel or something."
"Ight, text me yo address," was the last thing I said to her before ending the call.
"Ok? Damn your memory is bad all of a sudden" Princess said in a confused voice.
'Duh bitch! This aint Kash!' I thought.
I waited patiently for the text message to come through. Since I didn't know Kash's code to his iPhone, I was glad that the whole message displayed on the screen without me having to unlock it. After writing down the address in my notes on my phone, I searched through my contacts looking for Diamond's name. I finally found her number then I called her, praying she'd answer the phone.
"Hey, what's up sus?" Diamond asked.
Happy to hear her voice, I instantly began explaining to her what had happened and how I needed her help for my plans. When Diamond agreed to it, I told her get ready and I'd be there in 30 minutes. Hanging up the phone, I made my way to the bathroom.
After taking a 10 minute shower, and brushing my teeth, I started to walk over to the closet for something to wear. It was only seconds before I fell flat on my face, because I had tripped over a big black duffle bag. I kicked the stupid bag, as if it was a person, out of anger. Contemplating on whether or not I should open the bag to see what was in it, I decided against it, and continued to make my way over to the closet.
I had been searching for my all black sweatsuit for about 5 minutes until I finally came across it. Already dressed in my bra and panties, I slipped the sweatsuit on. I looked over at Kash to see that he was still sleeping as I expected. Reaching up to the top shelf in the closet, I pulled down the gift box I had gotten from Kash two Christmases ago. I smiled. I never thought I'd use this gift, but this bitch had another thing coming.
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WIFEY
General FictionSugar was very conceited, and she sure did have a reason to be. She was 5'3, caramel colored, grey eyes, with curly brown hair, and a beautiful body. Sugar was always envied by other females, and admired by their boyfriends. She couldn't help that s...
