"Because if a nigga comes Ima beat his and your fuckin' ass, so you might as well call and tell him not show if he values his life."
She said at me in disgust and disbelief but I just smiled, sitting down on her bed.
"Why're you doing this?" "Because as I said you're mine."
"I'm not yours!"
"You can't even pretend to hate me, bet fat ma wet as shit right now, you wanted me to choose you well here the fuck I am choosing you."
"No, you're not." "Then what am I doing?"
"You're upset with Imani." "I told Imani this is who I want. You're who i want."
"Stop it." She begged "Stop what? Telling you how I feel?"
"I'll scream." "Do it." I dared and she stayed silent
"Because you know this is what you want, this is what you crave. Well I'm here Ryan. I'm fucking here telling you that you're who I want, who I crave, who I fucking love."
"Prove it." "Huh?" I asked pretending not to hear her
"I said prove it, I'm who you crave? Well prove that my soul and body is what you want."
"Ain't nothing but a word." I said standing up and she looked up at me with confused but excited eyes.
She could pretend all she wanted that I wasn't what she wanted. She loved me and no other nigga could change that. Her body & soul craved me, Ashton fucking Greene.
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