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"You have a child and you fucking cheated!" Hampton yelled at me. "We're not even a fucking real couple!" I yelled back. Damn, why the fuck she tripping?
Thats when we heard De'Anthony and them knocking on the door. "Well maybe I got feelings for you!" Hampton yelled.
"Y'all can go the fuck away," I said. I turned back to Hampton.
"You even said it! Love, you said when we're married it'll be like we're just friends. Just with occasional sex," I said.
"I don't want that anymore. If you're married to me. You're married to only me. And you said it too," she said. I'm not making any promises. I just nodded my head.
"Can we go to sleep now?" I asked. "I'm going to go sleep with Marilyn," she said. I grabbed her arm.
"You're sleeping with me," I demanded. I slowly eased my hands up her pajama shorts gripping her ass.
"No, we're not on good terms. I'm sleeping with Marilyn," she said pulling away.
"Let her come sleep with me, nigga!" Marilyn yelled on the other side of the door.
Hampton walked out the door. Guess I was left all alone.
H A M P T O N
My phone was blowing up from Pierre. Tomorrow was a big day for me. I planned on going scuba diving for lost drug planes and ships. Especially in Colombia.
If I get lucky, shit Pierre going to have to start buying his supply from me. Cause once you find one you find another. Then so on. I know the exact places to look too. I told Monroe about it and he got people flying down here tonight to come get it and take it back to New York.
I just had to keep it from Pierre. Sweet, sweet Pierre. I like that. Marilyn was knocked out cold. I took a picture and put it on instagram.
*picture*
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lehampton: @itsmarilyn you fell asleep on me mami.
Instantly, likes started to flow in. Pierre liked and commented.
illy.ps: if you was over here with me, maybe that shit won't happen. @lehampton
yofavbitchkellz: Ohh Girll That Niggaa Is Fionnnee ^ @yofavbitchmellz
lehampton: @illy.ps you made me mad so no, but @yofavbitchkellz wants to.
illy.ps: just post a picture of that rock on your finger. ima bout to come get you anyway and thank you tho for saying I'm Fionnnee @yofavbitchkellz
yofavbitchkellz: He Sent Me A Kissy Facee, Screenshot! @yofavbitchmellz
lehampton: im not going no where with you, don't you remember fam? you was giving @kiara_gomez_ back shots. you never did me like that!
illy.ps: you didn't have to bring that shit up! we was done with that anyway.
kiara_gomez_: you act like you got a problem with that bitch. technically, I had him before you. he's my baby's father. you might be the fiancée, but im always before you.
"Who is that bitch Kiara Gomez?" Marilyn said looking on her phone.
"Some bitch Pierre used to fuck with and his baby mama," I said.
itsmarilyn: bitch you just the baby mama! who got the 9 million dollar ring on her finger? of course Hampton!
mya_boyitsover: guys please calm down
There was a loud knock at the door. Marilyn went to go answer it and it was no other than Pierre. He just came in with no words said and picked me up.
"Pierre let me go," I said. He carried me all the way back to his room. He placed me on the bed and began to kiss me.
"Pierre what are you doing?" I asked. "You want me to fuck you like I did Kiara? You said I don't give you back shots," he said.
He flipped over my body bringing my ass into the air. "Pierre stop!" I said with my face in a pillow. "You wanted me to do this though?" He said.
I wiggled his hands from around my waist. I sat up looking at him.
"Well, fuck all that shit I said. I want to be like a real married couple. Our relationship can be on display, just not what's going on behind closed doors," I said.
He held my face before connecting our lips. The kiss lasted long and slow. His hands gripped my ass and I smiled against his lips.
"Why you only got 6 posts on instagram with 40.7K followers?" I asked. That just seemed so weird to me.
"Why you only got 137 posts with 11kK followers?" He asked. "I'm Hampton Blues so thats why," I laughed.
"Well, I'm Pierre Santiago," he responded. I rolled my eyes climbing out of his lap. "It seems like you want to take a picture to post on there," he laughed. I shrugged my shoulder.
He grabbed his phone putting the front facing camera on us. I had my serious face on with my hand on his chest, showing off my ring.
*picture*
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illy.ps she's more important than a ring. @lehampton
___.belleza: i saw him before, god took his time on him. who that bitch is tho @__..belleza
__..belleza: clearly that nigga is married, look at that rock on her finger. he must really love her #relationshipgoals
kiara_gomez_: I seen bigger. he has you psyched huh? @lehampton
lehampton: nah, he got you psyched. remember he was the on busting loads on yo back, thinking you something just cause he busted on yo back.
illy.ps: Chill @lehampton
"I'm going to go get my phone charger from Marilyn's room," I said getting up. I walked out the room to Marilyn's room. Right when I knocked on the door, before I was being pulled into a closet.
I also try to give off a visual on how instagram look, lol. I think I did poorly.
I'm going to dedicate this chapter to Unicornpupz. They can vote for a story nonstop. Thanks, love.
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RomanceHampton Monét Blues, age 18. Daughter of Nicky Blues, known as "the black godfather". At a young age she was hurt alot. She never could rely on one person before that person was just out of her life. She knew she could always rely on Monroe. Hampton...
