Chapter 4

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I need you guys to start commenting more. I know the last chapter was a little boring, but I need some more comments.

And what's some good stuff to read on here? Because I started reading a book and a girl got into a relationship with her brother and I was shook lol I had to stop reading it. 


"Shit," I groaned as I watched Armani throw her ass back on me.

I don't know why she's always playing around like I'm not throwing good d*ck her way. Hell, I think she goes around telling people my d*ck isn't good to keep other bitches off of me. It's like she wants me all for herself or something, but I'm cool with it as long as she keeps fucking me good and gets her attitude together. 

I wouldn't mind messing around with Armani, but she's just too crazy for me sometimes. If she isn't bashing me in public, then she's blowing up my phone about coming to see me, begging me to take her out, asking me to spend money on her, and generally just trying to spend time with me. I don't have time for a female that can't choose whether she wants all of me and I'm not just talking about wanting me in private and pretending to not like me in public. I want a female that's gonna want me 24/7, 365 days a years and I don't think Armani is the female for that.

Yeah, she's fun and knows how to have a good time, but I don't see this lasting too much longer. All this is is sex and besides her being crazy, I don't think I'll ever be able to get my mind off of Passion. It's been weeks since I kicked her out of my crib and she's been on my mind ever since. I know I shouldn't have feelings for the homie's wife, but I can't help the way I feel when she's sending me mixed signals.

Sometimes, I wish it wasn't Armani and other broads I was sleeping around with. I wish it was Passion I was going balls deep in every night. Armani bounced her large ass on my d*ck, sending me into my second climax as thoughts of Passion raced through my mind. I wish I could get up in her and just feel her one last time and I swear I'd leave her alone. I wouldn't bother her again if she just gave me a chance, but I think I ruined that a few weeks ago.

Well, part of me thinks I ruined it and the other sane part of me thinks I did the right thing. Passion wants to run to me every time her and Money get into it, demanding answers from me, when she knows just how emotionally invested I am in her. My feelings for her cloud any judgement I have and I wish I had the strength to tell her the truth about what Money's doing behind her back, but I can't bring myself to hurt her the same way he has.

What kind of friend would I be if I bought her the same grief he's bought her? Money's out scheming, lying and probably even cheating behind her back, while she's been faithful to him. I keep telling her she deserves better, hoping she'll come to her senses and leave him but she's caught up in this reality of what he used to be. He's not the same nigga he was before he got locked up because of what he did and why he did it.

Passion's whole life would come crumbling down if she found out why he really went to prison all of those years. It wasn't because of some drug charge like he told everybody. It was way bigger than a drug charge, which always made me question how he got out so soon. Money is in no way, shape, or form a snitch, but I still can't wrap my mind around his short sentence for the crimes he committed.

"Yes Daddy, that felt so good," Armani moaned as she pushed me out of her and got up from my bed. "Do you think I can stay the night?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Ion know. That depends."

She smirked as she reached out for my limp manhood. "On what? You want me to give you some head like last time? I can have your toes curling again baby." She bent down and was just about to start sucking me up but I had to stop her.

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