Aimee leaned on the bar. “Before you got petty and sending pictures I never asked for, you should have known that his wife could get any information she needs. Someone real close to me told me to stop letting people play in my fucking face.” I watched as Aimee plucked Shante, and then leaned off the counter. “Whatever is going on between you and Capella is your business… not mine. Stop trying to make me jealous when this nigga would literally eat my pussy on this bar in front of you.”
Standing ovationnnnnnn Good girl!!!!
