“Man, I treat her ass like a queen. She got it good. She doesn’t work or do shit. Just sit on her ass, gain weight, and spend my money.” My fists balled underneath the table. It was taking everything in me not to punch his ass in the face. My phone dinged again. Monroe had texted back. Wife: Yes, I love seafood and the fruit platter is everything! Thank you! Me: Anything for your healing. I wasn’t a smiling ass nigga, but Monroe had me cheesing hard. I stared down at the phone waiting for her to respond like a desperate ass nigga.
