Fraudulence.

25.

I've decided that I want to update on #WapWednesdays and #FettyFridays, lmao.

We shall see how this works out for me. If it isn't convenient enough, then it'll just be updates on Fridays.

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Camila...

Today, Zoovier wanted me to ride down to Miami, Florida for a couple of events that were going to take place during the weekend.

We figured it would be best for Zoelle to stay with his mom because he invited me to go along with him.

He didn't want me to be cooped up inside of the hotel room the whole trip.

We drove, stopped in the middle for a hotel room and kept it moving.

Right now, it was 3:00 AM. It was still dark outside while he drove.

I was playing my music via Bluetooth in the car when I got a phone call from Brianna.

"Yeaaaah." I answered in a cheerful tone.

"Quick question, Mila." She stated.

"What's up?"

"I met this nigga at the club weeks ago and we been talking and I'm contemplating on going home with him." She stated.

"Bri," I chuckled. "Boo, is he cute?"

I could see Zoovier looking upside my head. He wanted to laugh too.

"Hmm, he an eight. But he broke."

I took everything in me to not bust out laughing.

"Aye, you fucked with Zoovier when he was a broke nigga." Brianna said to me. "What was his dick like?" She quietly asked.

I gave Zoovier the side-eye. We were both trying not to bust out laughing.

"Well," I shifted in my seat. "I'd fuck him every single day if I could. You know this." I smirked as if she could see me.

"Camila, you're not hearing me." She snapped. "His dick game right now don't count cause he done went and got rich. I need to know about his dick game in the trappin' days."

With that, Zoovier gave up on trying to hold in his laughs. He burst out into laughter. "Fuck, man." He shook his head.

"Oh yeah, did you forget I was in the car with Zoo? I literally just texted you that ten minutes ago." I responded.

"Oops." She mumbled. "But I don't give a fuck. Give me an answer."

"It was good."

"It was good or it was goood? Like motherfuckin' toe curlin', sheet-pulling good." Brianna chuckled.

"Bitch the second option!" I picked up my bottle of water to take a drink.

"Now get off my fuckin' line. Let that nigga dick you down."

"Toodles." She hurriedly hung up.

"Bruh," Zoovier burst out in laughter. "Ya' friend a foo'."

I hung up my cell phone and plugged his phone in with the aux cord.

"I love her though." I laughed while shaking my head. "But I'm so weak right now." I slumped over in my seat.

I was laughing so hard that my stomach started to hurt.

.....

"Ah, finally." I sighed in relief as we walked into our hotel room. "My ass was starting to hurt, sittin' in that car for so long."

"Did I not tell you ta' get out when we stopped?" Zoovier mumbled as he closed the door behind him.

I walked to the bedroom area. "I was tired, dad." I responded in a sarcastic tone.

Then, I sat my bags in the corner of the room. I started to unpack everything.

"....You still tired?" He hesitated to ask me.

"Yeah fool." I lightly chuckled. "I'm about to take a shower and get my ass in the bed."

I grabbed my Dove body wash, along with my other necessities to get ready for bed.

It was around 7 PM. It may be a little too early, but fuck it– I'm tired.

Zoo stretched and ran one of his hands through his dreads. "I guess we should take a shower togetha' to save some wate–"

"Skrrrrt!" I giggled, putting my hand out in front of his face. "You tried it, babe. You really did."

"Camila..." He whined as he laid on the bed. Then he pulled me on top of him to where I was straddling him. "I thought we was havin' fun this weekend, ma."

"We are. I'm just tired right now, baby." I replied while placing both of my hands on his chest.

"You's a lame." He teased as he let his hands travel down to my ass.

"And you a pussy." I playfully punched him.

He slyly slid one of his hands into the front side of my sweats, playing with the hem of my panties. "Shit, I'm tryin' ta' get into your puss–"

I grabbed his face and squished it. "Don't." I coldly stated. I pecked his lips and got off of him.

"Don't." He sang. He was mocking Bryson Tiller's Don't.

"Here." I gave him a piece of gum from my purse. "Take your L." I flashed a sincere smile.

"Imma be waitin' naked fa' you, Mila!" He yelled after me.

I stopped in front of the bathroom door and glared at him over my shoulder before the both of us started to goofily laugh.