The next day
"Damn." Aubrey said looking at his back in the mirror.
"I'm sorry." Ramsey said standing on her tip toes and kissed him.
"You need to get them nails cut down. You got me looking like we have cats." He turned around and faced the mirror. "And you bit me." He said looking at his left shoulder.
She shrugged and hopped on the counter. "Maybe your dick shouldn't be that good."
"I know." He said standing between her legs.
She looked at his shoulder. "This looks bad." She said touching the bite mark. "Now I feel bad."
"It's okay. That's what happens when your fuckin with me." He said giving her a wink.
"Oh so you let other girls bite you?"
He rolled his eyes. "No. You'd be the first."
"Mhm. Let me find out. Me biting your shoulder will be the least of your worries." Ramsey said folding her arms.
"You trynna fight me?" He asked her.
"You don't want it with me." Ramsey said smacking him playfully.
"Yeah you're right. You had me scared fighting Riza like a grown man." He said raising his eyebrows.
"That's why you better not let me find out you got other bitches biting on you." She said putting her hands on his sides. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her bare thighs.
"We gotta clean this room up. The sheets are wet... Amongst other things." He said stepped from between her legs.
"You wasn't complaining when it was happening." She said hopping down and walking out the bathroom.
"I sure wasn't." He said following behind her. "You need to let me hit it again."
"Oh no you don't. You need to give me a break." She said walking away from him but he stepped closer to her and backed her against the wall.
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"Bitch you can kiss my ass." Reagan said packing some of Rowen's clothes
"No kiss mine."
They went back and forth as Rowen stood behind Reagan with tears in her eyes. The two sisters started arguing when Reagan saw that Riza was selling her all her stuff in her closet.
"I'm done helping your dumb ass and I'm sure everyone is too. I just thought because you got all these damn kids that your tired but you just lazy. Got my nieces and nephew in here eating moldy ass peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It's a damn shame I had to come in here and see Wenny taking a bath by herself. Rowen is three fuckin years old. Her ass could've fuckin drowned." She finished her sentence by throwing the trash bag full of Rowen's stuff on the bed.
"How else is she gonna learn to be independent."
"Bye showing her what it looks like." Reagan said bending down to Rowen and moved the towel to show her back. "And where did this bruise come from?"
"I had to whoop her ass. She kept crying after I told her to stop."
"You whooped her? She's to fuckin little. How about 'go to time out'?"
"Dont tell me how to raise my kids okay. I'll do what I damn will please. You not gone do shit about it."
"I'm not Ramsey, my nigga ain't here to stop me from knocking you out. Wenny go put them clothes on that I put on your bed. We about to get out of here."
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misconception - A Drake Story
Fanfictionmis·con·cep·tion ˌmiskənˈsepSH(ə)n/ noun a view or opinion that is incorrect because it is based on faulty thinking or understanding.