Gia Amour Brewster
"Bro I don't wanna see the inside of another club for a good month." I told Rain and Lacey looking at the two of them roll their eyes as we sat on Group FaceTime.
"Girl you know you a damn lie. You pulling up this week to throw dollars at ya girl." Lacey said causing me to smirk. It was true. I tried to show out for Lacey at least once a week. She worked at a strip club in Queens called Allure. I was the type to support my people's no matter what.
"But let me tell ya, so after we dropped ya off, Nick calls on some oh I have to go back, coach called. So I hang up tell the nigga I don't want to go home. We end up at Starlets, get drunk and he fucked the life out of me." I said as they both got quiet.
"Wow miss. i would never cheat on my nigga cheated on her nigga!" Lacey said as I put my hand over my face.
"Man, if the nigga not dicking me down someone has too." I said shaking my head. I've always said I would never cheat on my nigga but going from consistent dick to no dick make you do some crazy things.
"It was my birthday, I deserved some dick. But it was one time. It ain't gon happen again." I said shrugging my shoulders as Rain shook her head. "We all know that's a lie. He's your neighbor. Ya bound to bump into one another." Lacey said as I waved her off.
"Okay so. We two adults who had sex. I ain't stunting him and he ain't stunting me. Shit happened life goes on." I said not really seeing the big issue. Nick shouldn't have left me on my damn birthday. Don't get my wrong, I love my fiancé and I'm sure he sleeping with some bitch. I was no dummy. But it was hard to leave someone you're so familiar with.
"Just be careful. Nick give me weirdo psycho vibes. Might kill you and him if he find out you fucking another nigga." Lacey spoke with a serious tone.
"I promise ya I will be okay." I said as they nodded
Feeling my phone buzz again I noticed I had a text from a random out of state number.
404-456-7366
Wyd beautiful."Hold on ya imma call ya right back." I said hanging up on them and clicking on the number pressing FaceTime. I was real curious as to who the fuck was texting me. It took forever for the call to connect and immediately I felt butterflies in my stomach when I saw the face on the other end of my screen.
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Generation B
General FictionThey're back and all grown up. It's a new Generation in charge