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When do bad bitches get to take a day off?
And on the few occasions he had passed my office working patrol, his walk literally screamed big dick.
Everything about Jason Christopher Anthony screamed perfect partner when it really should’ve been screaming perfect piece of shit.
I mean, what’s the point of living in that small ass town if you can’t go where everybody knows your name?”
And besides, you never know who you might meet. This could be a life or dick situation.”
“You just stopped hiding this nigga from everybody like two seconds ago, and now you already on my neck about settling down? Fuck outta here, LoLo.”
“Niggas read a few books in jail and suddenly think they know it all...”
The smile on her face when she pulled away gave me moths - cause real niggas don’t get butterflies - making me smile too as she replied, “And you actually called me Jayla.”
“Made you look and feel good for a business meeting with the finest nigga in this city when you could’ve easily worn a suit for that same purpose. You knew what you were doing, sis. Bad bitch status was fully activated with this one.”
“You take a girl from looking like a potato to looking like a snack, and suddenly she’s flipping her hair and popping her lips in the mirror,” she groaned annoyedly, making me giggle since she was really just being a hater.
“Cause you know I’d do whatever for you, but you’re too scared to accept it. So you’d rather fight the war of this world solo-dolo instead of just letting me be the one looking out for you.”
“Just be my homie for now. We can do that whole fallin’ in love thing later.”
“I stayed, Jason; through the bullshit, the lies, the excuses, the blatant disrespect of our vows. I held it down, played my role, did the whole dutiful wife thing because that’s what they say you’re supposed to do. And you know what? That only made you bolder; only made them bolder.
There were women I had never even seen before coming up to me talking about the interior design in the home we shared, giving details on the things you did to them in the bed we shared. So, no. I’m not here for any of that, “I still love you” shit. You never loved me. You just loved the idea of me always being there for your trifling ass to walk all over.”
