Made For Me

My lil shit

Nicki Pov:

"Good, I was going to give you the worst advice I could come up with." I couldn't help but laugh, even though she was dead ass.

"Thank you for nothing, I guess." apparently I was doing bad all by myself. Aubrey was giving me hater, it was like he hated seeing me happy. Insecure is what he was. I talked to Quan for all of five minutes, and he swore we had something going on. That little ass boy.

"My pleasure." Giselle licked over her plump lips.

"I think we should get back to the party." I looked everywhere but at her. This nigga was worried about me and all the wrong people.

"Why? I'm having so much fun out here." She leaned against the wall. "Are you not enjoying my company?" I didn't know if this feeling was enjoyment, but it was definitely something. Familiar, even, which is why I knew I probably shouldn't be alone with her for too long.

"It's alright." I poked, shrugging lightly. 

"The most fun you had in years quit playing with me." G laughed lowly, making me gulp. Why did this bitch get finer? Like damn, I couldn't even tell Aubrey this was my ex if I wanted to, that might do something to his ego.

"You're delusional for thinking that."

"Call it what you like." G followed my eyes that were focused on the door. "You scared your man gone come back in." Just a little, I knew he was probably going to be out there crying for a minute.

"No." Scared of him saying anything to me, no he was going to do that anyway, but him trying to say something to Giselle? Very much so.

"Ahh, you're scared he's going to come in here trying to play boyfriend." She nodded her head in realization. Why was she reading me like this? "You should've put him up on game before y'all came and let him know this, my lil shit." G grabbed me by my waist, pulling me into her.

"I would be lying." She probably would've believed me if I attempted to move, but the way my body was set up. Nah! It was that lemon drop, them little motherfuckers were strong.

"I'm telling you, it would ease some of that confusion when you're packing your bags moving back to Houston or catch me rearranging them guts." Giselle chuckled lightly. Now ma'am.

"Why would I do any of those things?" This was a trap that she quickly baited me into.

"What? Let me rearrange your guts?" Nah, that probably was the most possible thing that could happen. "Because that's my pussy, and I'm the only who knows how to make her feel good." G whispered in a duh tone as her hands rubbed up and down my thighs before smacking my ass.