Fraudulence.

3.

Oh my god, so I saw my husband last night at the House of Blues in Dallas, Texas.

He looked so good and I was so close to him. I wanted to cry– like a little tear actually slipped out. I'm so over dramatic.

But for videos, go to my Instagram fan page @official.fetty 😊

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Camila...

"Fetty," I took a long drag of my blunt. "Is a punk ass, bitch ass nigga."

I was sitting in my living room with Brianna smoking a blunt.

Zoelle would be out of the house for a while with Fetty's mom and I was in great need of some weed, so I took advantage of the time.

That's one thing I would never understand.

How was she always with her grandma and yet he never came to see her?

He's just plain sorry.

"Girl, you know you want to ride his dick one last time." Bri giggled as she took the blunt from me.

"Ah, ah, ah." I wiggled my index finger around. "And that is where you're wrong."

She gave me a confused look. "What did I say?"

"Shut the fuck up, Bri." I mumbled. I sat back on the couch and stared at the blank television. "I should cut that on, I think."

"Yeah, I think so too." Brianna sarcastically replied to me.

I turned around to glare at her.

She lazily laughed and kicked her feet around for a while being yelling, "Ding dong!"

"Bri, every damn time we get high you start yelling stupid shit. I'm gone have to stop passing you blunts." I said more so to myself as I grabbed the remote control to the tv.

Shortly afterwards, the doorbell rang. I gasped and looked at Brianna out the side of my eye.

She had the same astonished look on her face that I was holding on mines.

"I mus' be psychic or some shit because how the hell did I predict that?" Brianna chuckled, her index finger pointed towards the front door.

I placed the remote down on an empty space on the couch and got up from the couch.

I peeked through the peephole and groaned when I saw who came to interrupt my high time with my best friend.

"Fetty, take your ass home to your new bitch." I groaned while I opened the door for him.

"You ain't hear, ma'?" He cocked his eyebrow to the side and leaned up against the doorframe. "I'm single na'." He said.

"And I should care because?" I scrunched my face up at him. "Any type of relationship that we have would be because of our daughter– not for our pleasure or whatever you want to call it."

"Stop actin' like you ain't miss a nigga." Zoovier cockily responded.

I looked up at him. He was holding this smirk on his face. "Ugh..." I placed my hand on my forehead for a second.

"You're giving me a fuckin' headache. You're such a pain in the ass." I muttered.

"Sometimes pain can bring more pleasure." He let his tongue swipe across his bottom lip.

I pretended to gag and got ready to close the door in Zoovier's face.

"Hol' up, Camila." He placed his foot in the door. "I wanna see Zo'."

"She ain't here." I bluntly told him.

He smacked his lips at me. "You ain't gotta lie, aight? If you'on want me ta' see ha'–"

"Bitch– I told you she's not here! If you want to see your daughter so damn bad, go to your mom's." I heavily breathed. "You're blowing my high."

He rolled his eyes– or should I say eye– at me.

"Aight man. You need ta' do something about that attitude." He turned around to head back to his car.

I was really contemplating on whether or not to chunk this vase at the back of his head.

"Girl, he get on my nerves." Brianna spoke. She was walking back in from the kitchen with a bag of chips in her hands.

"Your nerves...." I trailed off.

"But," She stuffed her mouth with chips. "No matter how much I hate how he did you, y'all were cute as fuck together. Maybe you should give him another chance?"

"Yeah, you're high. Over here suggesting that I give him another chance." I grumbled as I sat back down.

"I'm jus' sayin'!" Bri laughed. "If it happens, just remember that Brianna called it." She held a hand up.

.....

"Mommy!" Zoelle yelled as I opened the front door for her.

Fetty's mom was supposed to bring Zoelle home, but I'm guessing that Fetty stopped by there because he's the one that brought her home.

"Zoelle!" I mimicked. I got down on my knees to be on her level and I wrapped my arms around her for a quick hug. "Did you have fun with grandma?"

She nodded her head yes with a huge smile on her face. "And then daddy came to grandma's house!" She pointed at Fetty, who was standing behind her.

"I see." I cleared my throat. "Come here." I said to Zo'. She turned around so that I could help her take off her backpack. "Take this to your room."

"Kay." She ran down the hallway into her bedroom.

"What's goo–"

"Nothin' much." I cut him off. I was uninterested in anything he had to say. "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Yeah, why you got such a bitchy ass attitude?"

"Nigga, I will be the cause of you losin' your other eye. Don't fuck with me." I scoffed.

He gritted his teeth. "You such a bi–"

"Mommy, can we watch a movie together?" Zoelle came running back into the living room. She was holding Finding Nemo in her little hand.

"Of course, Zo'." I replied with a warm smile on my face.

"Okay. Imma sit in the middle and daddy can sit right here," She pointed to a seat on the couch which threw me off. "And you can sit on this side, mommy."

Well damn, she got everything planned out.

I opened my mouth to say something. "Um, I didn't say daddy could–"

I heard Zoovier mumble something underneath his breath.

"Alright muh'fucker– don't start testing me right now." I muttered to him. "Okay, so you want mommy and daddy to watch Nemo with you? We can do that." I agreed. But only for my baby girl.

"Yay!" She squeaked before plopping down on the couch.

"I'll get the popcorn." I cheerfully said through gritted teeth.