Meer looked toward the door. “B, he got two IG’s watching your studio at all times… I’m damn sure you can’t make a move without him knowing. His ass knows you followed him to the barbershop. You didn’t look too deep into anything… Sim just gotta handle his shit.” “How long am I expected to wait for him to handle his shit? Am I supposed to sit here and accept little pieces of affection that he feeds me? I’m in love with him, but I cannot chase behind another man again. I deserve to be chased… hell, I’ve gone through too much not to be chased,” she vented, and looked at her watch.
Meer looked toward the door. “B, he got two IG’s watching your studio at all times… I’m damn sure you can’t make a move without him knowing. His ass knows you followed him to the barbershop. You didn’t look too deep into anything… Sim just gotta handle his shit.” “How long am I expected to wait for him to handle his shit? Am I supposed to sit here and accept little pieces of affection that he feeds me? I’m in love with him, but I cannot chase behind another man again. I deserve to be chased… hell, I’ve gone through too much not to be chased,” she vented, and looked at her watch.
