Behind the Scenes

by Christina C. Jones

You shouldn’t be fucking with a nigga you couldn’t call to come pick you up.

“Okay. So… instead of worrying about his feelings… how about…” he smirked, then leaned in to finish that sentence right against my lips. “Don’t.”

Purrrr P

“I’m sorry that my mother, the woman that gave me life, holds a higher priority to me than your little… assistant thing.”

Fuck himmm

Moving forward, since it didn’t seem to be a top priority for any of the people it should be important to… I would put myself in charge of looking out for me.

Periodt sistaaaa

I kept imagining myself kicking Sienna’s ass.

You should haveee sista

I ate her until she came all over my face, right there on my desk, right beside Anthony’s flowers.

My kinda carrying on

“I see you have no plans to let up on my IUD,” I laughed. “Which I do have, by the way, in case birth control has crossed your mind any of the times we haven’t bothered with a condom.”

She just like me

my mother had drilled into me that it was never, ever, my job to restore or renovate a man. She insisted that I deserved someone already whole, someone who knew enough to not go out in the water without a life jacket.

!!!

“But I have an IUD.” “Women get pregnant with IUDs every single day,” Loren said, very simply, like that wasn’t a gut-rending blow. “They are not one hundred percent effective.

Don't Pmtfo

“Actually… this may have done us a favor. This trip should be a lot more fun without me having to pretend I don’t want to ride your face.”

Lmaoo

But loving somebody, isn’t being in love, and it doesn’t mean that you’re supposed to be with them.

Clock ittttt