“I don’t respond to cat calls out the window while driving on the highway, Gerald.” “Since when is telling your wife she’s beautiful a crime, Babycakes?” Zoya stopped looking in her phone. “I am not your wife, Gerald.” He pulled her up out the chair, sat down and pulled her onto his lap. She didn’t fight him on it as he got close to her ear. “Yet.” Zoya needed to stop playing because she knew she wanted this nigga. I knew one thing; she needed to give this nigga those chocolate fucking babies.
zoya better stop playing! she knows she wants herself some goonie
