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Why niggas could never tell the truth? If he didn’t want me, all he had to do was say something.
“You’ve been fucked by a street nigga for seven years; you have no idea how it feels to make love to a boss.
In the bedroom, I was the ruler and you did what I wanted. I never did anything degrading but if I requested you to do something, then I wanted it done.
“Bash, please go home to your son and mama. My ghetto ass ain’t got no business fuckin’ with you,” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yahria, baby don’t cry. Don’t do that please. Come here,” he pulled me into him.
