Naomi's Vibe🥀

Chapter 1 : Naomi Lashaè

"Who the fuck is this bitch texting yo phone!?" I yelled in Blake's face for the third time waiting for him to lie so I can slap the shit out of him.

"Man you always trippin, that's not even a bitch. I was texting my cousin." He said cappin' like a mf.

"So call the number." I shot back, staring him in the eyes with a blank expression.
"Naw. You doing too mu-" I smacked him before he could even finish his sentence.

"Nigga fuck you!" I shouted. "I'm done fucking with your childish ungrateful ass. I held you down for 2 years and this is how you thank me by constantly fucking with bitches behind my back !? " My voice slightly cracked.

I stormed out of the house he stayed in with his mother and went towards my car. I felt kinda bad for yelling in his mother's house considering we had a good relationship but her trifling ass son had me fucked up. That same number was blowing up his phone a few nights ago.

I'm far from a dumb ass, why else would a girl be calling his phone @3am damn near 10 times if he wasn't fucking her? I'm completely done with this relationship. I cannot keep letting this nigga thug me tf out all because I have attachment issues. I was fed up.

"Naomi, where the fuck you going at? Them hoes don't mean shit to me. I'm sorry baby, I'm finna block the number & allat.

"Nah, Nigga. You only sorry cause you got caught. If you wouldn't have gotten caught you would've kept that bitch around so stand on that." I said calmly as I hopped in my Honda coupe & speeding off.

Don't get me wrong, I love Blake but he has a little boy mentality and it's draining. He still wants to chase hoes & I'm not with it. I like niggas that's hard to get close to. I don't want what everybody else can get.

I need to just take this time to focus on my career as a makeup artist & to find my worth. I've been dealing with Blake's cheating and lies for months now. It's corny and I would be a fool to keep believing his bogus ass lies.

Pulling up to my apartment building. I sat in the car as tears began forming in my eyes.

Whats wrong with me? I'm young, smart, and pretty. I'm a successful makeup artist. Why does he see in those bitches that he doesn't see in me?

20 minutes later I was finally done crying and pulled myself together to walk into the apartment my building. As I jogged up the stairs my phone began to ring.

"Hello"

"Hey sus, are you still coming out with me tonight?" My older sister Tyjae said into the phone.

"Ty, I'm not really in the mood. I went thru Blake's phone and caught some hoe texting him talking bout some "what time you coming over."

"Bitch again? Oh hell no, I'm fina go to jail. I'm sick and tired of him dogging you like that! You're way to good for him Naomi & you know it." My sister yelled into the phone.

"I know, sis but I've been with him for two years. I just thought he was the one." I said lowly, feeling myself about to cry.

"Naomi, if he was the right one he would've showed you. All he has been showing you is that you need you need to boss up on his ass. So be ready by 9! I'll be there to pick you up. Wipe those tears Booda, get pretty & put on something sexy. We're going to Derek's grand opening tonight for his club." She said referring to her new boyfriend.

I really didn't know much about him except that he was getting money and had good taste in cars since he had just surprised my sister with all white 2018 Mercedes Benz last month for her birthday.