ALL YOU CAN EAT...

CHAPTER 23

~Amina~
(We've been arguing for a fucking week I don't even know what the argument was about I was sick a day tired of it. I was standing in the kitchen looking out the window drinking my coffee. When she walked in smiling all up in her phone laughing and shit.)
Amina:What's funny?
Jaz:*Smile fades* Stay over there and I'll stay over her minding my business.
Amina:When you married me your business became my business.
Jaz:Girl please. Go on somewhere please and fucking thank you.
Amina:You're such an ass!
Jaz:Guess who doesn't give a fuck? Ooh I know! Me..
Amina:Fuck you.
Jaz:Na you can keep that. I'll pass.
(I could slapped Her light bright ass so hard right now.)
Amina:Oh no problem. Someone will enjoy it. *I smirked*
(Before I knew it I felt a hand going across my face. Oh hell to the mother fucking na. I sat there in spoke until I realized my first was going straight for her face. Boom contact right in her jaw.)
Amina: Don't ever in your damn put your hands on me again.
(Her eyes went stormy black as she lunged at me. I bet I threw that hot ass coffee in her face and walked off. I want to kill her literally. She's gone bout crazy as fuck.)
Jaz:*Comes out the kitchen holding her face* Get out my damn house.
Amina:Bitch you lost ya damn mind. I pay the fucking bills. What bill come in your name? Not one. So shut the fuck up.
Jaz:Why the fuck did I marry you.
Amina:Pussy game to strong. *I laughed going in the room*
Jaz:Bitch please not stronger than Bey's. Why you think she showed up at our honeymoon. *Laughs*
(That broke my damn heart but I refuse to show it. I'll be damned.)
Amina:That's good to know you been playing me the whole time. *Chuckles* that's where you be getting ya pussy from when I'm. Not giving it up. That makes sense I guess. *getting dressed for work*
Jaz:Oh and Nicki too. And Kayla and your friend Tracey.
Amina:*Nods* Cool.
(I put my hair up. And grabbed my work bag and left. So much for a life long marriage. Bitches or niggas ain't shit. I'm done.)