Soul ties Ft Lil MEECH : A SHORT STORY

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     Seven laid on Dior's stomach knocked out and had been for at least an hour. Dior fucked him so good and put him straight to sleep, which was needed. They had just got back last night from Puerto Rico courtesy of Dior. Seven always took her places, paid for everything and really did his part as a man so she just wanted to take her baby daddy on a vacation. Right now, she was on Pinterest looking at all things baby.

"Sev I want to plan a party where I tell everyone I'm pregnant instead of just telling them individually or on a post." Dior began to get excited at the thought. The only person who knew she was pregnant was Seven and she wanted to keep it that way if she decided to have a party.

Her phone began to ring and it was Tae. She answered on the second ring, knowing she haven't his calls in damn near a month and that wasn't cool.

"If we not friends no more just say that ho'." Tae said as soon as she picked up. He actually felt some type of way about her ducking and dodging him.

Laughing, Dior pushed Seven's head off of her before she got up to go into their living room. "Bitch I been busy. I got a man I can't hang out like that anymore." Dior laughed.

Tae rolled his eyes. Not at the fact that Dior had a nigga but a nigga was always her excuse. "Well if your friend is celebrating getting his own salon and shit I don't see why someone I call my best friend wouldn't be there for me. You missed everything and didn't even call."

"What did I miss? I thought you wasn't opening the shop for another month."

"The shop opened last week girl. It's been a month and a half since I told you about it. I texted you about the grand opening and all." Tae didn't sound like he was happy at all but tried to suppress it. He knew people had their own life but he was so used to it being Tae and Dior for a long time. When she jumped, he did and vice Versa.

"What!?" Dior couldn't believe she'd miss all of that. She never opened his texts and she sure as hell wasn't on Instagram. "I'm so sorry Tae please let me make it up to you." Opening his salon was something he'd been talking about since they were little and the fact that he actually did it and she missed it made her sad.

Tae didn't know what she could do at this point, he didn't want gifts or anything he just wanted his people to be there for him. "I guess." Tae felt let down, he didn't give a damn that they weren't friends for a couple of years he knew his place in her life and if they felt the same about each other she would've made it. He was the only person that really knew Dior and knew that her distance was because of a nigga, never mind the beef.. she always put her niggas first.

Hearing the disappointment in Tae's voice made her feel super bad. "What do you have planned for today?"

"At the shop until six but I have to call you back." Tae hung up before she could say anything. Dior could already tell that he was mad as hell at her but she knew what it would take to turn that around.

Dior walked back into the room and went straight into the closet where her things were. She picked out a backless maxi dresses that hugged every little curve and crevice on her body. Her entire back was out, stopping just about the crack of her ass displaying her bomb ass shape and tattoo of Seven's name on the arch of her back. She took off her night shirt and slipped the dress on. She pushed her 40 inch water wave over her shoulders to cover the little bit of stomach that she assumed was showing.

"Seven?" Dior walked out of the bathroom, snatching her favorite big black Chanel bag that seven got her two Christmas's ago.

"Hmm?" Seven answered. Dior knew he was just responding and wasn't at all woke.