Mason Neiman: An African American Romance

by Jatoria C.

“Baby, hand me some of that ‘I wish a nigga would’ sauce.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂

“I love you more, Tylee. The love I have for you can’t be described because it’s impossible to explain something I don’t understand myself. I am obsessed with you. Never forget that,” I replied. My words were the truth. Tylee had my heart, and she was the only person I ever planned to give it to.

My best friend didn’t play about me, and I was definitely killing shit over her.

I loved their best friend bond

Planning a marriage to a woman I don’t even go with is wild, but shit… I can’t help who I love.

When he in a relationship with you but you don’t know it lol

slipped both heels off her feet. If she hadn’t bought them for her birthday, I would have burned them motherfuckers for causing her pain.

He woulda killed anything for her

“Nigga, hell naw, she won’t marry you. What the fuck do you think this is? You better get yo’ bitch ass up before I lose my cool in this motherfucker,” Mason snapped.

If he kept acting like Hellen Keller in this bitch, I was about to make sure he wouldn’t ever be able to see or hear again. In a minute, he was about to join the “all my life I couldn’t see” motherfucker in the afterlife. They can be two blind mice floating in the sky together for all I give a fuck!

😂😂😂

“It’s funny that you mention something about staying in my ‘place’ when you are nothing more than a toy. A mere accessory piece that MY woman likes to play with while she is bored. I tolerated your presence because MY woman seemed pleased by your existence, but I see you have let that little attention you been getting go to your head. Tylee Nicole Neiman will only be marrying one man, and only one of us is going to make it to see the sunrise in the morning.”

“Baby, you better go get your man out of jail,” my mom replied.

The mama was wit the shits too lol

Nobody in this world would keep me and Tylee apart. She was the sun, and I was the moon. She was the light, and I was the dark. She was the good, and I was the bad. Yin needs Yang to have balance, or the world will be damned.

“Why are we at a cemetery, Mason?” My voice sounded frantic.

“Because I own it. I bought it after I killed the first dude you decided to date in college. It dawned on me that you would end up dating again and again, and I needed a place to hide the bodies. What better place than a cemetery? I named it after you and everything,”

Why is he like this!

I have killed every dude you have talked to. Hell, I have killed some dudes you haven’t even talked to that way, like that delivery guy who disrespected you last month. TNN stands for Tylee Nicole Neiman.”

“Tylee, I would hurt myself before I hurt you. You wanted to know where Tyson was. Well, here he is. I hacked his body into twenty-eight pieces, starting with his hands, and tossed all twenty-eight pieces six feet deep inside a hole.”

“I am the man who is so in love with you. The man whose only fear in this life is living without you. Stop crying. I hate it when you cry. I know tonight is a lot, but we will get through this like we have gotten through everything else.”

“How do I take away her free will?”

Nigga what? Lol

“Baby, wake up. It’s three a.m. Time to start the ritual,”

Ritual? WHATTTTTT

“Your pussy is so wet and tasty. If you pissed in my mouth right now, I would drink every ounce of it and then thank you for satisfying my thirst.”

That’s deep! Whoaaaa

“The spell is now complete. When we die, we have to be buried beside each other to keep our spirits connected in the afterlife. I think I deserve some cream pie.”

“Aye, listen up, if your name is Tylee, and you got a home girl named Whitney, both of y’all got to go. My nigga, Mason, just called and said he will light this bitch up if he don’t see you two walk out in the next three minutes. I don’t know about y’all, but I ain't dying for nobody. Tylee, if you hear this, girl, GET THE FUCK OUT! Aye, if y’all see Tylee or Whitney, point them out. Y’all know that nigga, Mason, is throwed off!”

Girllllll you better get tf outta there lol

Whitney loved to read like I loved to bake. It was rare for her to go a full day without pulling a book or her Kindle out of her bag and reading, regardless of where she was.

I like when i read bout a book girly in a book!