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Seven Amir Jones| Sev
📍STL – MO📍

Seven Amir Jones| Sev📍STL – MO📍

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"I just want you to know, you really ain't shit, Sev. You're never going to be shit!"

"All you want to do is come here and have sex with me. What typa nigga are you..?" Niyah rose up, furious, and wrapped the blanket around her exposed body.

"C'mon, cuhs. Don't start that shit Niyah." I exhaled as I drew my Glock .40 from the dresser and tucked it onto my waistband.

I had dropped Brooklyn off and decided to go to Niyah's house just for head, then I was bout to leave but she started trippin.

"Sev, why do you do this to me all the time?" As I dressed, she adjusted the blanket on her body and looked at me.

"You got me over here doing girlfriend activities, but then again treat me like some quick nut.""

"What girlfriend activities I gotchu doin, Niyah?" I paused what I was doing and gave her a questioning stare.

"You got it." She nodded her head as she picked her phone up off the dresser.

"Just go, and you don't even have to worry about hitting me up anymore." She wiped her tears that were welding in her eyes.

I didn't acknowledge her; I just shook my head and walked out the door towards my car, before disconnecting my phone from the charger.

I made it clear to Niyah that I didn't want to be in a relationship with her on several occasions. I went along with it because she was the one who agreed to only having sex. But, as time went on, she would continuously bring up the fact that we were in a relationship, and she would get offended when I said no.

When I received an incoming phone call, my thoughts were interrupted.

While backing out of the driveway, I answered the phone without looking at the caller ID.

"Waddup?"

"Waddup?" My mom mocked my tone on the other line of the cellphone.

"Boy, you don't answer the damn phone for me like that. What's wrong with you?"

oh shitt...

"My fault momma. You straight?" I chuckled.

"I'm good, son." I heard shuffling in the background as she snickered. "I was just wondering where you was because I just finished cooking and it's getting late."

"I'm close by the house. I should be pulling up in like 5."

"Okay, I love you. Be safe Amir."

"Aight. I love you too momma."

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