Chris
"Getcho tired ass up," I slapped Cashae booty waking her up. She like it rough even though I told her she was go be tired as hell after. "Trey, stop." She moaned, rolling over and instantly falling back asleep. I hate when she call me that nigga name. But it's whatever, I knew what I was getting into before I fucked her the first time. "Cashae. Get up." She really was tired as hell. "What the hell, Chris!" She whined sitting up holding the cover over her bare chest. I gave her that look. That get the hell up already look. "What time is it babe?" She asked. I looked at the clock, she was really Finna piss my bed when I tell her. "It's 1:30." She bounced her ass from my bed, all around my room collecting her clothes, and ran to the bathroom. That shit crazy. Her man got her sprinting and shit.
I made my bed up, then collected the rest of Cashae stuff trying to help her get out faster. "Hello, yes baby. I'm on my way now. I know I'm sorry, yes. Yes, I just got caught up with Meagan. You know Meagan. Meagan Good. Yes. Alright. Ill be there in a minute bye babe. Yeah. I luh you too." She hung up and came into my room dressed in a vibrant blue dress with a gold ass belt, and some black heels. Her hair was no longer sex hair, it was curly and long, and she was looking for her lipstick. "You lookin for that nasty ass lipstick?" I asked pulling it out my pocket. She smiled and kissed me before applying it and grabbing her purse and keys. I hated when she had to go, then again.. I ain't really tryna be Her man.
Cashae
When I pulled up, I could see Trey sitting at our normal table outside. We were having lunch at 'Sunset Palace,' my favorite outdoor restaurant, but I totally forgot about it. I be too busy sucking Chris face to put up with Treys' shit.
"Hey baby," I put on a smile and pull off my sunglasses kissing his cheek. I sat down, and ordered my favorite waitress over. "Can I have umm Peach iced tea, and a Shelless Lobster with butter sauce, extra butter?" She took out her notepad. "You want a baked potato? sour cream butter?" I said yeah. She nodded, writing down my order and walked away. I smile again, shrugging my shoulders as Trey looked a little worried. "Cashae. You do this every Thursday. You know we have lunch today, why you keep blowing me off?" He said, a little upset with it. I don't know what to say. "You don't work, I don't understand how you can be this busy... Doing nothing." He said. "Babe, you know I been a little busy with Meagan this week. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting that long. It just kind of slipped my mind." He shook his head. He wasn't going this time. "Right. Like it slipped your mind last week and the week before that? You know what... Eat by yourself." He threw his jacket on, and left me at the table alone.
Trey
I really don't like the way this girl treating me. We been married this long, she should know wassup. It's like she makes me mad on purpose of something. I got in my Lamborghini Mercy and drive off to go visit my best friend Chris. I need advice.
"Wassup lil nigga," I called out once I got up to Chris' Condo. He just got out the shower, so I waited in the living room. "Man, I'm just coolin as usual. You already knowing." He said coming out to meet me in the living room mostly dressed. I sapped him up, sitting on the couch. "What's wrong bro? You look... Well pissed the fuck off?" Chris said chuckling a bit.
I told him what was up with Cashae, trying to see what he would do. "Man, I understand you mad. But it's Cashae. That girl just be on her own clock, you just need to cut her a little bit of slack... Work with her, and if it gets worse.. Teach her a lesson." I looked up. "What kinda lesson?" I asked sitting back on the couch. "Cut her off a little. If she come home to late, lock the doors... Cut up her credit cards. Piss her off like she piss you off." I shook my head. Cashae would go the fuck off. But it could work..
