Lost In This World of $in

twelve.

"Fuck you!"

"Nah, fuck you nigga! Since you so sure me and him fucking around, how bout I go do just that." Janae shouted back, walking into the room both her and Ken were sharing in the suite.

Hearing that Ken tried his best to get to Janae. But Ben stood in front of him holding him back.

...

It all started just less than a hour ago.
Janae had gotten a text from an old friend by the name of Brenton aka Brent.

Brent: Wassup shorty? 😛💦

Janae was in the shower at the time. & Ken laid in bed watching the game, as Janae's phone had dinged.

Picking it up, he saw the text on the already lit up screen. Immediately a mix of emotions began to flow through his mind.

Due to knowing her password, he unlocked her phone, & went to both her & Brent's thread.

Reading through the messages, his blood began to boil, as a fury began to grow from deep inside.

Brent: So you liked the lunch, huh? I told you that that place was the shit.

Brent: Thanks for my lil gift. 😉 It's greatly appreciated.

Brent: I'm sorry about that kiss. I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries.

Brent: You owe me, for that dress, boo. 😘

As soon as Janae entered the room fully dressed, Ken tossed her phone back onto the dresser, before sitting at the edge of the bed, with his eyebrows furrowed.

"You cheating on me?"

"What? Noo." Janae responded, with a look of utter confusion on her face.

"So who the fuck is Brent?"

"An old friend."

"An old friend like who? How you know him?

"He went to school with us Ken."

"Answer the first question, Janae don't play with me."

"He used to like me."

"Y'all fuckin?"

"Hell no!"

"Explain these texts then." He tossed the phone to her.

Looking over the texts. She began to speak. "I ran into him last week, on my lunch break. He told me that I should try out the new rib joint. And I did. I gave him a little insight on some of the stores in the mall, and he wound up getting a good hookup on some of his stuff. He tried to kiss me on the cheek the other day, and I wasn't paying attention and we wound up bumping heads, and I hit the wall. & lastly I spilt some coffee on my favorite dress the other day at work, and as a favor for favor, he'd gotten his friends from the fashion industry to send me another one.

"Where in this the nigga end up with your number?"

"He got it from off of my business cards."

"But y'all not fuckin though. Yeah right?"

"You wanna know something funny Ken? Since your so adamant on me and him fucking. Brenton is gay. Google him. Brenton Garrett. The biggest fuckin fashion blogger in the U.S."

Janae exited the room, into the living room, where both Ben and Summer Sat watching the game as well.

"I thought you said he used to like you." Ken replied following after her.