"Cash... We shouldn't be doing this here. This is really naughty." He moaned breathily in my ear.
I rub my knee on his crotch, slightly smiling. I leaned in close in his ear before whispering:
"That's the point baby. Now be a good boy for mommy a...
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Monday, January, 29 2024 He need to hop off my schmeat bruh.
I just got home, and now my daddy was all in my face asking me questions.
"Where the fuck were u at lil girl?"
"I had tutoring, I told you I suck ass at Calculus so I have tutoring sessions 3 days a week."
He pointed his finger at me.
"Hey watch your mouth. I don't know where you got all that damn cussing from but you need to stop."
NEGRO I GOT IT FROMM YOUUU.
How you gon raise me, cursing in every other sentence, and then wonder how I got a potty mouth. Like make it make sense...
"And since when tutoring sessions last till damn near eight o'clock? You was out there being a lil hoe?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, you know I haven't even done nothing with nobody since the incident."
I grimace thinking back on the relationship I was in before I was into Atticus.
"Yeah which I don't want no repeats of. So yo lil ass need to be careful, Ight?"
I nod my head before heading to my room.
"Oh by the way, if you do start make sure you being safe and shit. I don't need to pregnancies or STDs up in this house." He calls it behind me.
I pause and look back at him... like why the fuck do you need to say that.
"Hey I'm just trying to be a good dad."
I stared at him for a moment before I busted out laughing.
He looked around confused "What? That's all I want to be. You saying I'm not a good dad?"
I shake my head before, I continue to my room to get ready for bed.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face before hopping in the shower. I did my shower routine, before I went and laid on my bed butt booty naked. I grabbed my phone scrolling through my social medias before a thought passed through my mind.
I should send Atticus a good night message.
I mean clearly we're both interested in each other. The poem which was obviously about me, the cash app, how he blushes and shit. He's clearly feeling me.
