I've called Karreuche multiple times and to no avail, she hasn't picked up or returned my texts. Last time I saw or spoke to her and Londyn , was when that whole drama went down with TMZ and us and it's been a while since then. I figured she was still mad and probably needed some time alone, so I stopped calling. But true say, I was worried bout my girl.
Zahir was with Tegan and his girlfriend for the weekend and I finally had some alone time.
I sat on the balcony and sipped on a margarita while "Mo Money, Mo Problems" played in the background. I needed to clear my mind.
I sat in a oversized red T shirt with Burberry boxers and I was so content.
My phone vibrated.
"So... Where can I come see you at? You're gonna know who I am." It was a Twitter message from the Chanel Roman bitch.
I thought a while .. I wanted to curse the hoe out, but I figured I'd just wait and see what Aug said, then I'd take action.
"Your lil irrelevant ass would like that, wouldn't you?" I responded .
Within a matter of seconds, she replied.
"Let's see if I'm so irrelevant when you see these screenshots and videos. Honey, we getting the same long strokes. Keep that in mind. His dick game ain't a secret no mo." It read.
"K. But you don't want these hands, Chanel. So I suggest you cut the jokes. I'm a mother, I really hate dealing with shit like this, but I'll drag you. Don't fuck with me." I sent her the message with a smile.
"You know what my favorite part of having sex with Aug is? When he picks me up against the wall and pounds at my insides with that thick long dick ... I love that shit. Oh wait, he never picked ya big ass up against the wall, has he? Lmaooooo. You still haven't told me where to meet you at?" She said.
I heard a knock on the door and put my phone down. I was hoping it was Chris or Karreuche coming to make up with me.
I opened the door and there stood Shaquille's happy ass in a black Nike Tech sweatsuit with a bookbag on.
I raised a eyebrow.
"Shaquille ..? "
"Hey, Kamille." He smiled.
"What's up? What you doing over here?" I wasted no time asking.
"I ain't here to harass you, but I haven't heard from Breezy or Roo in a while- have you?" He asked.
I looked around.
"Just come in, you know I ain't got no time for people to see a man standing at my front door, while August isn't here." I said, letting him in.
"Oh, so pyramid head ain't here?" Shaq laughed.
"Nah and don't tease my man. You want something to drink?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I gotta watch you make it. You might try to slip me a lil something and have ya way with me." He smirked.
"Don't act like that ain't what you want." I laughed.
" Of course it's what I want, but I wanna be conscious of what you're doing when you doing it." He seductively said as he pulled me closer to him by my shirt.
" What's wrong with you?" I pushed him away.
"When the last time you got some dick?" He asked.
"When was the last time you minded ya business?! Look, Ima make you this drink and you gon stop coming on to me, or you gon have to leave my house. Understood?" I firmly spoke.
