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JAHSEH ONFROY
"Stop treating me like that," Stokeley smacked his lips as I sat down across from him on my couch.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like I'm just your baby daddy," he sighed.
"You are just my baby daddy," I shrugged, looking at my phone to check the time.
"Do you have something to do? You keep checking your phone," he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah I'm having lunch at two," I admitted.
"We just broke up two days ago and you're already with another nigga?" He yelled.
"I'm having lunch with my mom and Ryan to break the news to her, and I'm trying not to be late because it's bad enough I'm gay and I cheated on my wife," I rolled my eyes.
"Oh I didn't know. I'm sorry," he frowned.
"Yeah, you seem to be saying that a lot lately," I shrugged. "So you wanted to talk to me about something what Is it?"
"Okay, I messed up okay. I miss you and I shouldn't have said all those things to you," he frowned. "I apologize, Jahseh. I was wrong and I was really disrespectful and I'm sorry."
"I forgive you," I explained. "But I don't know if I still want to be with you. So just let me think about it."
"Okay, yeah, I get that. Take your time and just let me know when you're ready for me, if you'll have me," he told me.
"Alright," I shrugged. "Was that all?"
"Yeah, basically."
"Okay, I have to get going, I don't want to be late," I stood from the couch and pocketed my phone. "I'll call you."
