You was made for me
Yeah but all you do is take from me
All you bring around is hate for me
I don't think you safe for me
I'm fucked up but you was made for me
- MajorNine
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Nicki Pov :
"I knew better." I chuckled to myself, of course she was coming.
"Now do better." Girl -
"You do better." The hell wrong with her. "How were you able to get a flight?" She had to be fucking the pilot or something.
"The jet."
"What jet?" I adjusted myself in the seat. I couldn't wait to get out of this dress.
"My jet." Lawd was I really about to let my ex fly the dude I'm talking to back home on her jet? So, I could what? Lay up? With my ex?
"This is sick." We're just doing shit at this point.
"Tell that nigga to come on." Giselle parked at the entrance.
: come on
"You have to stop doing that, though." I looked down at her hand that was rubbing over the Silk fabric that covered my thighs.
"Tell that nigga to hurry." G mumbled, moving her hand.
"He ain't out here yet." I didn't mean now, but definitely before he came.
"Make up your mind." I felt like I lost that a couple of hours ago.
"I did." Before we went into the bathroom, my mind was all set in the hallway. As soon as the door shut behind Aubrey and Giselle walked out of the bathroom, my mind was made. It wasn't going to be him.
Over the past year and a half, I have been actively dating. After all that working on myself, I decided to get back out there. Aubrey was one I thought about taking serious until he started doing too much. Popping up on me making scenes embarrassing me in public and not like the cute kind either. It was always drawn out and extra.
"What have you decided about me?" G asked turning leaning on the armrest.
"I haven't gotten that far yet." I had everything mostly figured out, except when it came to her. That part of my brain was on autopilot.
"Hm." she didn't need to be thinking too hard about it right now, not before we got him on the plane at least.
Aubrey: what car?
: the red truck right at the entrance
"Give me a kiss." I met her halfway, puckering my lips. Right before our lips could touch, she sat back in her seat.
