khazier desean gaulden |19| location: salt lake city, utah date: February 27th, 2021 time: 11:56 p.m.
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"WHERE THA' hell you thank' you goin'?" Khazier questioned as he watched Jayda place on the colorful Chanel tennis shoes that he had gotten her, one of the many gifts that she had received since he was ass kissing.
"I'm going out Khazier." Jayda spoke, choosing to ignore the little attitude that laced his voice. She knew if she said something she probably would have ended up fucking him, but she wanted to hold out a little longer.
"Where?" He questioned as he watched her rub lip gloss on her lips.
"Out." She reiterated as she rubbed her lips together staring in the mirror.
"Why you bein' so fuckin' difficult mane?" He questioned, eyeing her intensely as he watched her sling the cross body bag over her shoulder.
"Because Khazier." She chuckled softly as she turned around walking towards him. "I'm grown, I don't have to report to you."
"Mane I'm not tryn' he-" Before he could finish the sentence she roughly gripped his chin as she looked down at him.
"Stop fucking playing with me Khazier." Jayda voiced. "I been letting you get away with this attitude shit because you call yourself being mad or guilty, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but you're not going to keep coming at me sideways over some shit you did."
"I'm so sorry Mami, I keep sayin' that and you won't 'een forgive me." He mumbled as he looked up at her as he sat on her bed. "I was drunk off my ass mane, an' if I'ca take the shit back I would Mami, I swear on my grandmaw' I would."
"But you can't Khazier, so stop apologizing. I forgave you already, I'm not going to forget about it, just because I forgave you." She shrugged letting his face go. "I'm not going to let you forget about it either."
"I kno' you ain' Jayda." Khazier spoke lowly still looking up at her.
"Why would you do that to me Khazier? I would never do nothing like that to you drunk or not, especially after what we talked about before you even went to L.A." She frowned as she walked away from him back over to the large mirror that sat on her dresser.
"I won't even thinkin' mane." He mumbled as he continued to stare at her.
"I know." Jayda shrugged. "I'll see y'all in the morning."
"Whatchu' mean mornin'?" He questioned as watched her sling the Chanel crossbody bag around her, another one of the apology gifts. He looked her up and down before his face turned into a mean scowl. "If you thank you finna' go fuck anotha' nigga in some shit I bought you— mane I'll bat tha' fuck outchu' Jayda. "
She looked over at him, blinking slowly before she let out an array of laughter before finally speaking. "I would never use my pussy as revenge. And even if I was to go out and do that, didn't you fuck that bitch in some chains I bought, some jeans I bought, shoes I bought, and a retwist that I did?" She rhetorically questioned with a laugh. "Don't play with me Khazier, seriously."
