stripper hustle - pop smoke.

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y'all stay wanting me to come and update this book but don't be interacting smh 😟

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I was shocked. I pushed him away, the astonishment written clear as day on my face.

"Chris I- we can't. I only called you over cos I wanted you to be in our child's life. you left it and I couldn't bear the fact that our child couldn't live with a father for his mistakes" I said.

he looked up at me with an unreadable expression. he just sucked his teeth.

"man, you females love leading niggas on" he said. I was immediately filled with rage.

"nigga what the fuck? nobody was leading your punk ass on. nobody would be dealing with this had you just stepped up as a father you stupid whore" I spat, venom dripping like a broken faucet with every word that escaped my mouth.

he just rolled his eyes, leaving the house. "the fuck" I uttered, going upstairs. I checked on Tiana. she was still asleep.

I just sighed, closing the door and walking to my room.

I slammed it, flopping onto my king sized bed. I heard Raia knock, opening the door a few seconds after.

"I heard you slam the door. what happened?" she asked. I sat up on the bed, a somber look on my face as I kicked my legs over the edge leaving them to dangle as I placed my hands on my lap.

"Chris kissed me, and I pushed him off and telling him nicely that I didn't want to then he wanna catch an attitude talking bout sum 'yall females love leading niggas on' like nigga the fuck?" I said, mocking his voice as I recited what he had told me a little bet over 15 minutes.

"Man that shits fucked. I knew we couldn't trust that nigga" Raia said, smacking her lips.

"I guess" I muttered. she hugged me, making me wrap my arms around her.

"Mario kart?" she said, her smirk basically evident in her statement.

"you bet"