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05.

jace
wednesday

"i'm sorry, we're gonna have to let you go," my boss well ex boss says walking out my office. fuckkkk!

amoura's gonna kill me.

"i need you to have your stuff gone by 6," he peeks back in and hands me boxes. i start packing my stuff when my phone goes off.

984-323-6399
wyd?

me:
at work.

984-323-6399
pull up after
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yea i'm doing my dirt but i know nai is too. her and 'mookie' to close for them not to be doing anything. plus that nigga done wanted her since we got together and i been told her nd she's constantly around him.

i let her have her fun while i have mine, my hoes ain't wifey material so i keep 'em at a distance. don't get me wrong i love amoura but she hasn't given it up in months.

i have needs too.

i don't want her to leave me though, i really love ha.

once i finish packing, i haul all my stuff outside and into my 2005 honda civic. money has always been a problem for me, i get it i spend it. i can't keep a job forreal working ain't my thing.

the streets could never be for me, i'm not built for it.

nai takes care of me, i lowkey think she feels guilty for fucking off on me.

but hey if she likes it i love it.

i drive to ha crib and see her cars not outside letting me know she's at the shop.

i quickly put the boxes in the spare room before taking a shower.

incoming call from: wifey

i quickly answer before putting my ear to the phone and holding it with my shoulder.

"hel-," she cuts me off. "why the hell are you at my house? and carrying boxes?," she asks in a calm tone. "i got fired, we'll take when you get here i gotta go back to the office and get the rest of my stuff," she sighs before hangin up.

i hate disappointing her but it always seems to happen. i quickly get dressed before heading to my car and going to shordys crib.

i check my surroundings before getting out the car and seeing a nigga walk out ha crib. i walk up to the porch before knocking on the door, and it swings open.

"don't tell, oh it's you i thought you weren't gonna come over til later," she says fixing her hair and shirt. "i got off early, who was that?," i ask looking behind me at nothing.

"my cousins baby daddy, my niece left her ipad over here," but he ain't have nothing in his hand? not my business.

"mhm, you gone let me in?," i ask and she smiles before stepping back.

—
mookie
wednesday

"on my mama you got me fucked up," i tell amoura, she's been ignoring me since brunch sunday. "ian even talked to you to have you fucked up," she rolls her eyes laughing going to the back since it was empty.

"you think shit a game? why you ignoring me?," it's nothing more i hate than being ignored without reason. "ain't no reason to talk if i don't need you, we fuck that's it, you fucked shorty, you good i'm good," she says looking at me slick.

"i swear you get on my last fucking nerve, yea i fucked shorty so what? ain't got shit to do wit you, you gotta nigga but get mad at me when i do me. i'm single i do what the fuck i want,  you wanted dick and that's what i give you ain't shit for you to be mad at forreal," i snap on her.

she the only person who get me outta character like this. i swear she strike a nerve only my mama can hit.

"you right i gotta nigga, ion even know why i deal wit yo ass," she says turning to me. "ion know either," i turn to walk away. "you really gone leave?," she asks from behind me.

"i'm not finna go back and forth with you over some shit that ain't got nothing to do with you," i explain turning back around.

"i feel like if you fucking me it has something to do with me, bitches out here got diseases nd shit ion want no parts of that," she slightly yells, "you think i'm out here fucking bitches raw, you trynna play with me right now naialani," i feel my ears getting hot, indicating i need to walk away for shit get real.

"whatever elijah, gone bout yo business," she waved me off, swear she so bipolar. "i almost called you out to name, lemme gone," i grab my phone before walking over to Shay's part of the shop.

"wassup," i greet her and her client, "hey boo, what's wrong? yo face all red," she asks. Shay really like my sister, i can talk to her about anything when we not arguing. "iuh tell you later," i look at her client who all in my face.

"okay," she says focusing, "i just stopped by to say wassup, imma hit you later," she nods and i walk away.

i head over to my club i invested then took over. i own a total of 3 clubs, 2 barbershops, and 3 tattoo parlors. that illegal shit was outplayed and childish honestly, i'm a grown ass man.

"hayy mookie," my bartender izzy greets me, "wassup," i respond watching her wipe the shot glasses out. "gimme a shot of henny," i tell her putting a 20$ on the bar.

"my boi mookie," Rico's loud ass yells walking up to me, "wassup puss," i chuck my head up at him. "y-y-you talked to l-lil bit-t," he asks looking around, "yea, she cool why you ask?," i ask taking my shot.

"her nigga here," he says pointing to the floor and i see him standing there with some girl grinding on him. ion really know if it's him cause it's dark but it look like him.

i shrug and pull out my phone. "ain't got shit to do wit me," i tell him before i go to my messages. ian finna be in they business, nd i definitely ain't no snitch.

i man yea i want ha but i'm gone get ha on my own.

it's time for yo dumbass to move on , it's been 10 months.

i get off instagram and go to my contacts.

735-846-7849
you didn't have to pay for me but you did nd i thank you
read: a week ago

me:
wassup witchu , i'm at the club

i put my phone in my pocket and look around. kierra my main jawn right now, she the only one besides nai that i fuck. nai be actin like i be on her time so it's fuck whenever she want but when it's my turn she always wit her nigga so ian have no other choice but to get another.

about 5 minutes later i see kierra walk over to me. "wassup," i chuck my head bag and she smiles before waving at me, i lean it closer to ha before whispering in her ear.

"let's go to my crib," she nods before giggling.

don't hate the playa hate the game.

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something short, writers block kicking my ass.

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