I sat at my desk and pulled out my phone. I mean when I really think about all the stuff that went down between me and trell. It was so much shit that happened I mean yes the sex was bomb. But you know sex doesn't carry a relationship loyalty and trust does. I remember when he used to get mad about posts on Instagram but he was out there fucking around on me. how stupid can I be fuck that. I don't want no type of love at least not right now maybe when im thirty shit ill wait till im forty. I pulled out my earphones and let trina rap what im feeling right now. Fuck love !
Trina: Look nigga
Whatchu think this is?
You treat me like a random chick
You done forgot who introduced you to rocks
And poppin all that cris an shit
Who letchu hit it from tha back
Anyway that chu like
And any debts i can pay tha price
I thought i was a chick you would make your wife
And now a bitch cant even stay tha night (You wack)
I cant even look in ya face
Witout wantin ta slap you
Damn i thank God i aint get that tatoo
You betta thank God i aint have tha strap boo
You aint even worth that trick get at chu
Matta fact
Trick get at dude
I'm convinced
Aint got shit ta ask you
And tell tha trifflin bitch
She can have you
I aint lookin atchu no more
Im lookin past you
Tyler: Hell yeah niggas aint shit
Andre: excuse me someone out here for you and he wearing a hoodie with some sunglasses. I told him that its dark in here and he gone give me the middle finger. I told ya bout messing with them street niggas
Tyler: ight Andre ill be right out
I turned back off my phone and made my way out to the floor. When I reached the counter I saw the man in mens room one. So I smoothed out my dress and walked over to him.. I hope it no more bull shit because my tolerance level is very fucking low. Since Latrell goen come here with his one wish shit.
Tyler: Hi someone wanted to see me
Man : yeah follow me I had the man put him in a dressing room
Tyler: is that a reason
Man: ( laughs) you are difficult pretty but so damn difficult ( shakes his head) follow me
Tyler: excuse me this is my place of work I don't have to follow you for shit. Just tell me what number and ill go myself
Man: damn you are feisty yung aint lie
Tyler: Yung ? what the hell is going on
Man: room three boss lady
