Playing The Player

Chapter Eight

Bee:

"So Lucky really said he loves you, already?" Nijah asked over the phone. I had called her the next morning when Lucky went out to get us breakfast.

"Yes girl, we had just finished fucking and he said he loves me." I smiled.

"Did you say it back?" she asked.

"Hell nah, I didn't say it back. You know how I do. I want my money when I get back. Yall dumb bitches always under estimating me." I said.

"I guess you proved us wrong. I'll tell the girls." she said.

"Alright bitch, I gotta go." I said as Lucky walked in.

He looked at me hard. He sat the food down and walked over to me, sitting on the bed. He seemed tensed. "Aye we bouts to breeze, get yo shit together" he said, standing.

I watched him confused as he walked over and picked the food up.

"Where you going with my food?" I asked as he picked the bag up.

"Bitch, I bought this shit for my niggas. Get dressed." he said, walking out the door.

The fuck is his problem. I sat up and walked over to the window to see Lucky pacing back and forth. Something is wrong. I jumped alittle when he sent the entire bag of breakfast halfway across the parking lot. He's mad. Very mad.

I hope he didn't hear my conversation.

Lucky:

I pulled up to the motel and grabbed the food. I hope I grabbed something she actually likes.

I walked towards our room when I heard talking. It sounded like Bee was on the phone.

"I won." she laughed... "Yes girl, we had just finished fucking and he said he loves me." .... "Hell nah, I didn't say it back. You know how I do. I want my money when I get back. Yall dumb bitches always under estimating me." .... "Alright bitch, I gotta go." she said when I walked in.

I looked over at her. I can't believe she was playing me... I can't believe she played me. I let this fake ass stuck up bitch play me. I walked over and sat on the bed. I gotta do something about this. Like damn, I called my boys this morning and told them I was done with the bet. I thought me and Bee was getting serious about each other. But while i was playing her, she was playing me. Snake ass bitch!

"Aye we bouts to breeze, get yo shit together." I said standing.

I need some air before I beat her ass.

"Where you going with my food?" she asked as I picked the bag up.

"Bitch, I bought this shit for my niggas. Get dressed." I said, walking out the door.

"FUCK!" I yelled, throwing the bag of food.

Why did I let my guard down with her ass. I can't believe I caught feelings for her fake ass. I went back to the car and sat inside. I'm so tempted to go choke this bitch. Like, I really wanna hurt her. I wanna fucking kill her. I looked up at her as she came out dressed with her shit.

"Lucky.." she started when she sat down.

This dumb ass bitch.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Congratulations." I said, nonchantly.

"What are you-

"Bitch you know what I'm talking about. You made a deal to play me and you won." I shrugged.

"You heard me on the phone..." she said in a low voice. "Lucky, I ain't mean to play you. I care about your feelings now. I started off as a bet, but it rolled over to so much more. I just wanted the bet to be over... so I won't have to pretend anymore." she said.

"Is this apart of your game to?" I said, not caring about what she said.

"Lucky.. I swear I'm not lying about my feelings." she sounded like she was ready to cry.

I turned and looked into her watered eyes. "Well I was lying about mines. I was locked up in a bet to. I had to fuck you six times and stay with you the entire summer because you never keep a boyfriend longer than a month. I lost the bet, but I hit that pussy twice.. so win or loose, I still won." I spat at her.

She looked at me in disbelief. "Bye Lucky." she whispered getting out the car.

I watched her walk back to our motel door. She didn't even walk in, she just slumped down by the door and looked at the sky.

My eyes redirected to my boys as they walked out and everybody piled up in the two cars. One of them stopped to talk to Bee but she just waved them off.

"Aye, you leaving yo ole lady here?" one of my niggas asked.

"Nahh, she ain't shit to me." I said, pulling off.

"Nigga, you know this city. Shawty a get fucked up quick, sitting our there." another one of my niggas said.

I shrugged. "I don't give a fuck." I admitted.

"Man, you just quit the bet over shawty. I know you feeling her." he said.

"On boss man, I don't give a fuck about her." I said, honestly.

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So that was a twist, huh? The secrets is out... and both of them are hurt. But the biggest problem of the story comes next and NO its not a pregnancy. See, yall be thinking yall know me. lol, But yesss, it gets very deep. Vote & Comment for the next chapter. I'm trying my best to update each of my stories today.

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