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“’Cause I don’t want no fucking body else. I want you. I want whatever the fuck you come with and whatever you don’t come with. At the end of the day, I want Couture more than I want any muthafuckin’ thing else.”
“Don’t leave me, Couture. All this money I’m making, all these hit songs I’m dropping, all these blessings God have brought to a nigga don’t mean shit without you. Don’t leave me. I need you. I love the fuck out of you, but I need you.”
The worst niggas had the best dick—always.
Sad truth
I’d learned from Prime that the woman for you would have you doing shit you wouldn’t do for any other female. The woman you loved had you giving a fuck about her wellbeing more than yours. She’d have you willing to give up shit you never thought you’d be able to live without, but she also wouldn’t allow you to. The only person I could say I felt that way about was my princess… my baby… Couture.
“When the fuck was you gon’ tell me, yo’ fucking husband, that you planning to marry another nigga? Do he know?”
“I’m gon’ forever be lonely when I ain’t got you. But if you tell a nigga you want back in on this shit with me and you, ain’t gon’ be no fucking club appearances or anything else outside of recording, touring, and videos. I promise you. Shit, I proved it to you long ago, but you still left me.”
“I would die for you, you know that? I love myself like a muthafucka, but for you, I would give that shit back to God. Life, money, kids, the cars, the houses, the accolades don’t mean shit to me without you. You tell me if that nigga you trying to leave me for would give up everything, including his life, for you, baby. He may not have caused you pain, but he also can’t heal that pain like I can.
There was nothing like having a man who loved to eat pussy.
Yesss, That's a Grown Ass mannnnnnnnnn
only eat at home, and you the only fucking home I know.” He pecked me deeply then helped me up. “I would bend yo’ ass over and pound you out right here, but when I get back inside that pussy, it’s gotta go home with me, and you ain’t ready for that yet.”
“Don’t go with that ten percent, young nigga. A persistent man is a winning man. You say you sure she don’t want no divorce, put that fucking pressure on her. What you don’t do is allow her to believe you agree with her or don’t give a fuck, because she will marry that other nigga.
Real shit
She needs yo’ ass to prove to her it ain’t the right move. You backing off will solidify her decision to marry some other muthafucka.”
🫶🏾
“She love you, young nigga, but the mind and the heart are two different things. You show her that not only are you the right decision for her heart but her mind too, she’s all yours.”
Prime really putting him on to game
She fucked with me emotionally, but once I showed her that she and I fit, that we made sense, she was all for it. Strong women like ya mama and Couture need more than what their heart is telling them. They could love the fuck out of you, but if the math ain’t right up here,” he pointed to his temple, eyeing me, “they not gon’ go for it.”
These always made yo’ pretty ass smile. Nothing made a nigga’s day more than knowing you were somewhere smiling and blushing with yo’ light skinned ass. I love you, princess.
“That’s what you want? To marry a nigga who got you begging another nigga for dick?” I laughed. “I told you, princess, if I hit the pussy, I’m taking it home. I’m stingy as fuck.”
Period
Cause a nigga love you, baby. And to be honest, none of this shit is the same without you. It’s been a good ride, no doubt, but had you been here the entire time, it would’ve been better.
“I know ya career is in the hands of that nigga, and I hate that shit. I wanna fix it, but you know how I get down, and me fixing it means smoking that muthafucka.”
“Hey, are you busy?” I asked softly. “Nah, just at the crib.” “I see. I thought you would’ve taken one of the many beautiful ladies home tonight,” I joked. “Nah, princess. It was only one I wanted to take with me, but I would’ve had to knock her lame ass boyfriend out.” “Boyfriend?” “Yeah. You married; you can’t have no fucking fiancé.”
Stand on that shit
It was one thing I loved about him as he matured. I never felt afraid to speak my mind or like I had to walk on eggshells in order to not piss him off. He was a safe space, and that was important for me… for any woman.
“As badly as I wanna just run up and smoke them muthafuckas on behalf of you, I love you enough not to. I love you enough to be patient, even though knowing you with that nigga keeps me up half the fucking night. I love you enough to understand that I put myself in this situation by being reckless, unfaithful, and unreliable in the past, and you don’t know how fucking badly I wish I could go back.”
“This is not your fault, Khari.” “It is, at least partially. I’m gon’ chill, but just know I’m here for you, and I’ll lose all this shit before I let another nigga make you feel like you gotta bend, break, or fold to please them.”
“Fuck.” He groaned against my lips, moving slowly in and out of me. “Got damn this some good pussy.” He bit down on his lip. “Don’t nobody take dick like you.” He complimented me. I knew he meant it because he said it often. “Daddy taught you well. Shit.”
“Leave it in,” I told him, knowing he was about to cum. “I don’t pull out of pussy that belongs to me.”
🥵
I put her through a lot of shit, and she ain’t fold once. I love the fuck out of that girl, and I ain’t about to lose her over some pride shit. “It’s complicated right now, but I’m patient. I’m patient when it’s worth it. Only issue is my image may take a hit.”
’Cause I am. Always have been. If anything happens to Couture because you hating or can’t accept that she never fucked with you and only used you to stop thinking about a nigga for as long as she could, I’m gon’ smoke you.
“I don’t give a fuck about yo’ family, who you got behind you, or none of that shit. I care about Couture more than my fucking self, and I’ll put yo’ whole muthafuckin’ bloodline in the ground ’bout mine, then go to jail, if caught, and sleep on some chill shit like the real nigga I am.”
“You mine forever. I don’t give a fuck what you making these other niggas think. You belong to me. From yo’ heart to yo’ pussy. That’s Khari.”
A while ago, when Couture and I started making moves in the legal world, a lot of our accomplishments got published in the newspaper, thanks again to my parents’ connections. Mervin ran across it, even while locked up, and wrote to me soon after. There, he revealed to me that Couture was the woman he’d shot one night before he got arrested for a murder he’d committed months prior.
Wtf
I love Khari. He’s unpredictable and off sometimes, but that’s him. I fell in love with him for who he was a long time ago. But now, he’s also who I’ve always wanted him to be, faithful and all about me. I know deep down that I can never get over him, because he and I are meant to be. It doesn’t matter if I marry someone else and they give me the world several times over, I will never love them like I love him.”
“What are you doing?” I giggled. “You said you was bored; let me spice shit up.” He put me on the sink-less counter and grabbed a chair to sit. “Khari.” I gasped when he grabbed the waistband of my thong and started to slide it down. “Khari, no.” “Move ya hand, or I’m gon’ rip these muthafuckas off.”
“Nothing. I just don’t wanna get tired of waiting and shit.” “What happens then? You move on and fake marry old girl or rekindle with your baby mama?” I raised a brow. “Nah. You it for me, Couture. I’ll always wait on you, but if I get tired of waiting, I might take shit into my own hands, and that ain’t gon’ end well.”
“Clean up when you done. Last thing I need is my mama finding out you was masturbating in the family bathroom,”
Nasty girl
I’d be a fucking fool to have you in my grasp like this and fuck it up. This,” I pointed from me to her, “is what I’ve wanted more than any fucking thing. Always has been, but especially now.”
“I want you. I wanna be with you. I love the fuck out of you because of how you make a nigga feel. How ambitious you are. How fucking smart, funny, and comforting you are to a nigga. Making children naturally and leaving it in,” he smirked, “are all pluses, but they’re not even that if it ain’t with you. That’s some real shit. I didn’t want children unless they were with you.
♥️♥️
I love Harmony, would die for my baby, but I won’t lie and say when I look at her, I don’t wish she was yours. And despite the shit I did in the past, only person I wanna nut in is you.”
“My love for you will never be some spontaneous shit. That’s gon’ be the one fucking predictable thing about me. That shit is fixed, unwavering, won’t ever change.”
“Now if you don’t help me clean up my image by telling the world you a muthafuckin’ liar, I’m sending this shit to every fucking blog there is, even them white ones. And you can call revenge porn all you want to, bitch. I don’t give a fuck.” I stared down into her face. “Cover ya mouth up. I ain’t trying to smell that nigga’s dick on ya breath.”
😂
I’m yo’ man, yo’ husband; it’s my business to make sure you aren’t afraid of shit or having to deal with a got damn thing.”
“You’re old enough to realize that when a man wants to be with you, he will. You don’t have to convince him or sell yourself to him.
“Told you I’d give my life for you, love, and I don’t just mean when death is involved. I’ll go to jail before I let a muthafucka disrespect you or make you feel some type of way about yo’self. Bitches included.”
“I just wanna say that none of this shit right here would be possible without this woman right here. And I don’t just mean ’cause she’s my right hand, but she’s smart as shit, and I wouldn’t have known how to get out of my damn contract without her. Plus, I fuck with the payments she accepts.” I hooked one arm around Couture’s body, backing her into me as I kissed her neck. “Dick and Chanel.”
Period
“I know. You always got me.” “I do.” She straddled me. “You know I’m pretty much naked, so you can do whatever the fuck you want.” “Like what?” She smirked. “Like pull my dick out and maybe sit on it, but that’s up to you.” I threw my hands up. “I’m just an incapacitated patient at the moment.”
If he was the same man, do you honestly think I would have risked my whole career and threatened our relationship for him? He was an asshole back then, and I was a doormat. Neither of us are the same people.”
