It's been six years since Dave and Faith ended their relationship. Will they ever get back on the same page? Will they both have that smile in the end?
Hey y'all....idk what's been taking me so long to write these last chapters. I'm sorry.
I was actually going to give y'all the last two together but figured you wanted an update now so here you are.
Plus I needed to redeem myself a little cause I could tell y'all wasn't feeling the last chapter. Comments were low but it's cool. I understand.
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Dave what? Oh no baby. Let's not put him on to this app chile lmaooo and I read in the comments that Chris knows about this app too? Lawd! 🤣
Last thing, I'm going to start minding my business when I see Trey Songz trending on Twitter. I'm tired of clenching my pearls and looking at him disgusted...
Anywho. Enjoy the chapter. There's a little, very little bit of drama in it for some of you who was wanting it. It won't me! Blame your fellow readers!
Enjoy and excuse any mistakes.
Faith's POV
I stood over Dave's sleeping body with squinted eyes. Niggas ain't shit and I'm so over him at this point.
I poured a full cup of cold water on his face and he jumped up, looking as if he was drowning. I should've suffocated him.
"Yo what the fuck?!" He yelled. I don't even care that it's after two in the morning. "What is wrong with you?" He looked up at me like I had lost my mind.
"You're what's wrong with me." I punched him.
"Ayo." He kissed his teeth, stood up and grabbed my wrists while laying me on the bed. "You've lost your damn mind. What's the issue?"
"You're the issue."
"What did I do? I ain't been doing shit. I deadass be sitting around the house and I mind my business so what did I do?"
"Let me go." I said calmly.
"Not until I know you're not going to hit me." Aw he said that so cute but I'm upset right now.
"I'm not going to hit you." He squinted his eyes at me and I rolled mine. "You have my word."
He slowly let me go and I got up. Do I want to hit him right now? Yes. Am I going to? No, because I promised.
"Now. Calmly, tell me what's wrong." He told me.
I pointed to something on his dresser and he looked confused. "Don't play stupid with me. You see what it is and you know what you did."
"I didn't do shit. You're buggin." He waved me off and laid down knowing his side is wet.
"Dave. I'm upset."
"I can see that."
"Which means you're not going to sleep until I go to sleep." He groaned and covered his face with the covers. "You lied to me."
