"Welcome to being treated like shit for no reason."
In which a black woman falls in love with an asian man who takes discrimination on a stride.
Started: 8/05/2020
Ended: 1/01/2023
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"Nayla, please tell me we are not stalking your fiance."
"Fine, I won't tell you then."
Marcello was not ever going to participate in this foolishness but, Fabiano couldn't wait to call in sick for his job. It was harder to convince Sam but... if my own man cannot resist my puppy dog eyes, she is not a challenge.
Harin... decided that she wanted to go ahead and schedule the meeting with Somchai. He asked me time and time again if I'd be okay with it. I didn't want to sound insecure so I agreed but, it ain't okay. I couldn't sleep the night before. I couldn't eat. I could barely think.
Lord, I was sick to my stomach.
So here we are... dressed in all black, with sunglasses and Dior scarves on our heads, sat at a booth in this cute cafe looking at Harin and Somchai talk.
"How the mighty have fallen," Fabiano commented trying to look over the booth to get a better look, "I ain't ever seen a rich fiancé stalk her man."
"Yeah because they hire people, you don't know anyone with that kind of money," Sam fired back.
"Y'all keep it down bef-"
Somchai's head started to turn towards us but we ducked with the quickness.
"Are you guys ready to order?"
Why is she soo loud??? I know we shooed her away three times before but damn? I'm trying to stalk my fiancé, can everyone be quiet?
"Ma'am you need to lower your tone-"
"What he meant is that we'll have three mango bubble teas with passion fruit bubbles and your cake variety for the whole table, thank you."
"Nayla I don't want these bubble bubble drinks, I am a man amongst men."
"That's why your breath smells like yesterday."
"How you lightskin and wear weave? Ain't you supposed not to be bald headed Samirah?"
"Y'all are the worst spy partners ever," I hissed trying to get them both to be quieter.
"Anyways... I don't know what you worried about Nayla... if Chai fucking with you, you know he like some big booty hoes. That girl over there ain't got booty."
Should I... get him because he's sexualising me or her? Or for both?
"But... she's petite and cute..."
"But her booty is small..."
"As much as it is testing my sense of humanity, I would have to agree with Fabi. If he's super attracted to you, she might not be his type and it does look inn- oh hell nah Nayla let's go jump the bitch!"
She-She-She just put her hand on Chai's arm...
Oh I'm gonna looosee ittt! Looosee it!
"Okay but why is her hand still there," I asked losing my mind, "he's still laughing."
"Maybe she's a funny ass bitch."
"We'll I wanna know what's funny."
"NAYLAAA NOOO! FABI GET HER!"
But it was too late... I was already dumping the jug of lemon tea on Harin's head.
...
"I told you you didn't have to worry about Harin! Why are you dressed like that? I knew I heard your voice in there, I thought I was going crazy!"
After I dunked the ice cold lemon tea on Harin's head, I was going to thump her head with the jar. She's lucky Chai got me and rushed me out of the scene to his house. I was really going to show her stupid ass about putting her hands on my fiancés arm. I don't care if she's competition or not, she is not going to play in my face.
Don't you know New York bitches is savages?
"Nayla, am I talking to myself then?"
"No, but you are not talking to me. You can't be."
"You said you were okay with the business meeting."
"Until she put her hand on your arm and didn't move it."
I simply shifted her wig a bit.
"You can't do that every time I have business with a woman."
"Then tell your business partners to keep it professional. She had me fucked up-"
Oh.
"Hey," Chai whispered in my ear holding my waist, "why do you have so much attitude?"
"B-but it was her fault! She-"
"You can never do that again Nayla," he said pulling my hair slightly so that I was looking up at him, "did you hear me?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
Am I supposed to... not enjoy this? I feel like a tap and I want him... right now.
Bring a bucket and a mop...
"Good," he sighed letting me go and sitting on the couch.
"Chai," I whispered sitting on his lap, "I'm wet."
"What," he smiled gripping my ass with one hand and my face with his other, "I was telling you off."
"Okay, and," I questioned starting to grind on his lap.
"Ba-"
"Pleasseeee," I asked with puppy dog eyes, "she'll be okay... I might just die if you don't take care of me right now."
"Okay, go in the bedroom and be ready with your legs open on the bed. Naked."
