***That night***
~Amina~
(I just sat there puffing on this cigarette lights dimmed smirking to myself. Hmm she must don't know how crazy this bitch is. I got up in blind rage getting every single piece of clothes she owns throwing them out the window all the records she ever produced all the Grammy bet awards you name it was out the window. I grabbed the gas can from the garage and poured it all over her shit I even threw my wedding ring in there. I tossed the cigarette in the pile. Haha it's a camp fire. Oops I forgot one thing. I pulled her Ferrari out the garage drenching it with gas setting it on fire too. Hmm fucking bitch. Oh I had one more surprise. I smiled to myself as I dressed in my sexy lingerie and waited for Deanna. Soon I heard the door bell. I answered it. Standing in my six inch heels hair down all that good.)
Deanna: Damn girl you still look so fucking sexy just like on your wedding day.
Amina:Hmm I bet. Come on in. You still looking sexy yourself.
Deanna:*Bites Her lip*
Amina:*smirks kissing Her wildly*
(We stumbled back I fell back on the table as she kissed my neck leaving hickeys. This felt so good. Because revenge always feels good. I moaned as she took my lingerie off and I ripped off her shirt. Them nice ass abs. She kissed all the way down my stomach and licked around my belly button. She played with my clit with her fingers.)
Amina: Don't tease me. *I moaned*
(She went down going in from the jump. Shit I arched my back right away. Then I saw the bitch walk in her eyes widened. I laughed mentally.)
Jaz:What the fuck is this?
Amina:*Holds Deannas head down moaning loud as fuck* Oh fuck yes... I want a divorce bitch... Shit Deanna!
(I bet that jaw dropped then. Hahaha. Don't mess with Amina...)
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RomanceThis story is about four girls college life and adult life. The life of being a player and the life of being played the life of being in love and the life of being hated. The life of being ignored and a life of pain and betrayal.
