The Burial of a Player (Jareau Family, #3)

by Kimberly Brown

“Create a hostile environment and a player will repent and reform.”

“It wasn’t until this very moment that I realized I deserve so much more. To think I was open to exploring shit with you. Now I know better.”

“Because I was stupid enough to think that after all this time we’ve spent together, your feelings might have changed. We’ve literally done everything together for almost two years, Walker. I thought maybe you saw me as more than a piece of ass.”

I let you get the milk without buying the cow for so long, and that’s on me. I accept that. But what I won’t do is accept this anymore. Take a good look.”

When women started that subliminal shit with music, things were bound to get petty.

“Baby, you couldn’t handle me. I’ll have you somewhere in a corner sucking your thumb wondering where you went wrong. Your best bet is to keep you and ya lil dick away from me.”

We are moving in two different directions, and I don’t have any more time to waste on a nigga that doesn’t want me the way I want him.”

“You think I’m being emotional about wanting to be more than a cum bucket? All the shit I’ve said about finding a man, you thought I was playing? I’m gonna show you better than I can tell you.”

Crying over a nigga made me feel like a weak bitch, and I was anything but that.

“Ma, you know you thick fine. I saw the way those men were looking at your booty when you walked Liv down the aisle. You have a dump truck back there, woman.”

Why would you bring that girl here, knowing Jorja was gonna be here? You really don’t have the sense given to a fucking goat.”

These are the types of games you wanna play? Fine. You forget that I’m a player too, baby. But when I play, you’re gonna feel that shit in your fucking chest. I promise you that.”

“You better stop playing games before you’re the one crying in a corner.”

“You look mighty fine today. I see you out here breaking hearts, mine in particular.”