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𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻𝘀, 𝗡𝗬
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𝐍𝐚𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚   𝐀𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞   𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

"When do you got that thing with them singing ass niggas?"

Nas walked into the foyer, I aint even notice him and even hear him walk down the stairs

I was currently cooking us some breakfast since he spent the night

"Umm not sure.. Kim said she gave them my number but they ain't never called me or anything, speaking of kim I haven't heard from her in a minute" I stated making him not a pick up a scrambled egg

"She be in her own world, that's sis tho. Biggie just be keeping her locked up in the house thinking somebody want her ass" he said laughing

He drunk the cranberry juice form the carton making me mug him

"Don't you ever! Do that shit again" I said making him laugh and close it back up

"That's nasty as hell! My momma be drinking outta that" i said

He pulled out a seat at the table and pulled me onto him lap

Slipping his face into my neck he kissed it be sighing

"Have you spoken to fox or sos?" I pretended to not hear him

I wasn't even trying to worry about they ass, apparently nas walked in on them fucking yesterday that's why he's here.. he thought that they would "never get together" which is a damn lie because everyone saw it

Well forreal get together this time

"Okay I guess that's a no, get up right quick. I need to fix me a plate I'm starving" he mumbled slightly pushing me

I got up "you don't want me to fix it?"

He shook his head and grabbed 2 plates

"Nah baby, I got us" he said putting the plate infront of me

Well isnt he a sweetheart

Blowing him a kiss I dug into the hot food before I kissed my teeth

"I forgot the damn coffee" i said making him laugh

"I don't drink it anyways, make yourself some" he said biting into the toast

I decided against it and ate my food

Halfway through my food I watched him eat since I couldn't anymore

And the more I watched him the hornier I got

Ain't this some shit!

Clearing my throat I got up from the table and started washing the dishes

Hearing a chair scrape across the floor i side eyed him

The radio was playing some type of soft music my momma liked