Juice

by Unique

Hopefully she didn’t have a situation, and if she did, I hoped she knew it was ‘bout to be a wrap on all of that.

He was handsome no doubt, but the nigga was wearing shades in the club. If that wasn’t the corniest shit ever.

“I have a boyfriend.” A smirk formed on his face. “You want a husband?” He challenged and stroked his tongue across his teeth.

“Juice wants some ass, and I don’t have none to give him.”

“Nawl. I told her I was kicking it with my wife tonight.”

I wouldn’t be caught at the 7-Eleven with Chucky greasy ass.

“Does he have money? Cause we don’t do struggling artist over here.” She joked.

“Whatever you got going on out there.” She pointed to the door. “Ain’t worth losing what you got at home. I suggest you straighten up and fly right ‘cause if she leaves I’mma help her pack her shit up.”

“Nariah I will murk you. I love you but I’ll kill you if you even think ‘bout fucking with another nigga. You don’t want that on yo conscience love, I promise you don’t.”