Applying Pressure

by Shvonne Latrice

“Yeah, that’s how it starts, then soon enough, me and Kinley gon’ have to sit and listen to you complain about him acting suspicious and shit, just like the niggas before him. Only he’ll probably be worse because he’s rich and famous.” “No, Royal, you won’t, because I won’t be telling you shit.” “Myomi, calm down. I’m not trying to piss you off. I love you, so I’m trying to keep it a buck with you, baby. If this is truly just lunch and you not looking to make him your man, then go ’head. But if you expect this to be the man of your dreams, I’d skip it.” Royal shrugged, picking his glass up for a sip of wine.

IT’S GIVING HE’S THE SECRET ADMIRE🤷🏽‍♀️ I COULD BE WRONG.

I’m about to send you all the names of the residents in her apartment building, and I need background checks on their asses by tomorrow morning. I would do the shit myself, but I got practice and can’t be fucking off,” I explained. “What you need that for?” Travie inquired. “Just get it. I wanna know every fucking thing about every muthafucka in the building so I can make my next move, aight?” “Ocean—” I hung up the phone, not the least bit interested in Travie attempting to sway my decision. He didn’t understand my mission, and therefore, I wanted to spend less time educating his ass and more time handling business.

THIS FEELS MORE LIKE FORCING HER HAND 🤷🏽‍♀️. AND A BUT CRAZY

“So, what is it about Myomi that you like, Ocean? I mean, you’ve been wit’ plenty of women and you’re young, so I can’t see you wanting to settle down. She’s ready for marriage and babies.” Royal got right to the bullshit. “I know a nigga like you who ain’t used to having a platter of females may think it’s hard to lock it down with one woman, but it’s not at all. I would explain the shit more, but I don’t have the time to tell you why you ain’t got that kind of juice.” “Okay!” Myomi sat next to me with her wine. “You had that one coming, Royal.” Kinley laughed into her glass. “All I did was ask a question. I don’t get why you’re so defensive.” Royal shrugged, playing the fool. “Nah, you trying to mask yo’ rude ass comments as questions, nigga. No matter what you say tonight, Myomi gon’ still fuck with me.” I smiled at him and could almost see fire behind his ho ass eyes. “Is that right, Myomi?” Royal looked at her.

THAT NINJA ROYAL IS THE ONE STALKING HER AND SHE’S GONNA BE HURT WHEN SHE FINDS OUT

“That nigga is in love with you. Why you didn’t tell me that shit? I would’ve never agreed to meet his ass.” “He is not.” Her forehead creased, and I could tell she was serious. “Please tell me you fucking with me. It’s obvious as hell that nigga wants to be with you.” “I have known Royal for years, and I’ve been single some of those years, yet he’s never made a move.” “’Cause he pussy. Pussy niggas don’t make moves. They can’t. You better hope you know that nigga better than I do, ’cause if he threatens what the fuck we trying to do here, it ain’t gon’ be good for him.” I kissed her temple just before we entered the dining room.

I’M GLAD I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO PEEPED THAT ISH👀👀👀

“Myomi?” The recognizable voice sort of sang my name happily. “Yes, who the hell is this?” I spat. “It’s Cedric from earlier,” he reminded me, and I wanted to sink under the water for forgetting my plan to block his ass as soon as he called. However, I’d forgotten about our little exchange after a long work day, never stored his number once he’d texted me, and now this nigga had me on the line. “I see. I’m sort of busy at the moment, Cedric, so if we can speak another time like tomorrow afternoon, that would be great.” Tomorrow afternoon would give me enough time to block his ass and him not get his feelings hurt about it so soon. “I mean, I don’t want to talk long. I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He chuckled it off. There he was, struggling to accept the word ‘no’ again. “I—” “Didn’t she say she was busy, muthafucka?” Another familiar but much deeper voice boomed out, cutting me off. “Who is this!” Cedric and I shouted simultaneously. “Nigga, don’t worry about who the fuck I am, just know you better get off this muthafuckin line ’fore you wake up dead ’round this bitch,” Ocean stated calmly, making my shock shift into a scowl. How one could wake up dead was a concept I couldn’t quite grasp, but a nigga like Ocean probably thought it made perfect sense. “Man, I’m not getting off of anything unless she tells me she doesn’t wanna talk!” Cedric had the nerve to say. “Myomi, baby, you better help this nigga out. He don’t know who the fuck he talking to.” “Cedric, ple...

😳😳😳💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣 OCEAN AIN’T PLAYING WITH HER AZZ🤣🤣🤣! IDK WHY SHE’S ACTING SURPRISED