𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 || 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐙

𝟑.) 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘.

Brent Pov:
Location : Home
As I drove home my head I couldn't stop thinking bout y/n...

The way she looked at me, the way her nose would scrunch up at my corny pick up lines, the way her doe eyes looked at me as I pounded into her, the way she moaned my name, the way her— long story short a nigga was hooked. Which scared me cuz I ain't the type of nigga to be on no girl body like that, but it's jus sum bout her. can't een put my finger on it. Snapping back to reality I continued my drive home wit outta time by bryson tiller playing lowly in the background.

Pulling up to the crib I turned the car off, getting out and making my way in. I usewalk in and drop my keys on the kitchen island grabbing a water out the fridge and make my way upstairs into my bedroom. "And who tf were you with?" Chanel clicked the bedroom lamp on sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard. "Mmcht, Chanel fuck out my face with that bullshit bro." I mumbled taking my shirt off n shit to go shower.

Chanel follows me around still fuckin nagging "What I told you bout that bro shit i'm not one of yo low life homeboys, now who were you with? I'm not asking again." tf? she ain't my damn mama "Then don't Chanel I'm not in the mood to argue witcho ass right now and I could ask yo hoe ass the same thing? ain't that why I left MY house in the first place? you know yo ass ain't got no business being mad at wtf I'm doing when you prolly doing worse shit wit whatever nigga or niggas you was wit" and wit that I walked into the bathroom leaving her speechless while I slammed the door close and turned the shower on letting it warm up.

Stepping in the hot shower my thoughts came rushing back to y/n. Damn, I shouldn't have just left her...oh well she prolly wasn't on shit. anyway grabbing my native soap I take my towel and start washing up. "OUU I CANT FUCKING STAND YOU I SWEAR ! ALWAYS TRYNA FLIP SHIT ON ME !" Chanel starts banging on the door while yelling at me like a fucking crackhead.

sigh.. this fucking girl dawg.

I finish up my shower and grab a towel from the closet in my bathroom wrapping it around my waist before walking out coming face to face wit Chanel muggin the fuck outta me...wit tears brimming her waterline. "Nigga is you crying ?" this girl always wanna play victim on me.

"Yes because you always yelling at me, I been sitting here waiting for you to come home so we can talk-" I cut her off grabbing her by her throat and kiss her. Our tongues fight back and forth for dominance but we already know I got that shit. she moaned in the kiss and began grabbing behind my neck n shi but I wasn't even on allat, just tryna shut her ass up. we break away from the kiss breathless and I make my way to my side of the bed signaling her emotional ass to lay down so we can go to sleep. I put some boxers on before getting in the bed, she joins me and connects her back with my chest getting comfortable under the thick covers simmering in the silence.

"I love you." Chanel states
"I luh you too." I replied before we both drifted off to a deep sleep.