ima blow yo momma car up.
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Egypt POV
The doorbell rang making jump and drop the flat iron.
"Shit." I mumbled.
I was nervous and then on top of that I over slept. The one time he wants to be time, I'm not together.
I ran down the steps swinging the door open.
"Hi, yes no I'm not ready." I turned around going straight back up the steps.
"You good, take ya time." He followed me.
"Lemme tell youuuu." I went back to my vanity.
"Tell meeee." He dragged standing behind me with flowers in his hand.
"Aw thank you boop." I poked out my lips.
He pecked them and set the flowers down. He stood behind me as I curled my hair.
"So my appointment was at 8, she texted and said can we do 10. I said sure cause I like to be understanding, but I-"
"You forgot annit?" He chuckled.
"I did and I feel so bad." I pouted.
"It's cool girl, get ya bread." He waved me on.
"That's the thing though Key, tell me why she asked for a discount." I smacked my lips.
"You beat her ass?" He asked.
"I- no." I shook my head.
I stood up and unplugged the flat iron. I handed him the hair spray and he stepped back spraying it.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"When you ready I'm in the car." He said making me nod.
I looked over my appearance nodding in approval. It was April, so it was getting warmer. I had on a white tube bodysuit, with some jeans and a blue oversized flannel. I slipped my forces on and grabbed my purse.
"Okay got everything." I mumbled walking out.
I went down the steps and locked the door closing it behind me. His truck was sitting in the driveway and I made my way to it hopping in.
"You ready?" He looked over at me.
"Yea." I nodded buckling up.
He leaned back and reached over rubbing my thigh. He gripped the wheel running his tongue over his bottom lip.
"You look so cute boop." I cooed.
"Thank you ma." He chuckled.
"So prettyyy, pretty tail self." I dragged.
"Where the fuck you get boop from? Gay ass name." He mumbled.
"Boop is cute, and I don't even use pet names so feel special." I rolled my eyes.
"Mhm." He rubbed up my thigh.
I grabbed his phone putting in his password. I went to his music and scrolled through.
"Before I die I'm tryna fuck you babyyy." I sung.
"Bra." He smacked his lips.
"Hush." I shushed him.
I pulled my phone out and recorded a video before posting it to my story.
"Fuck around give you my last name, know you tired of the same damn thing. That's okay cause baby ouuuu." I grabbed his face.
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