Bahja.
Chresanto's head laid on my chest as one hand rubbed his abs and the other ran through his hair. We're laying on my couch after Karlae dropped us off at my apartment. She was in the kitchen making some breakfast. My ex boyfriend, Trè, was moving out. Every time he walked past us, he glared at Chresanto. Karlae noticed him and smacked her teeth.
"Look here, nigga," she started. "if you gone leave, leave. Ain't nobody got time for you walking through here gettin jealous! Gone now." Hs smacked his teeth and walked out. I chuckled in amusement and kissed Chresanto's forehead. He looked up at me and kissed the tip of my chin. "How do you feel, baby?" I asked him. He sighed. "I mean, it sucks. Although I'm not in love with her anymore, we had kids together and we had something. 6 years, man." "I know. We'll get through this together. Anytime you wake up in the middle of the night and just wanna talk, I'm here. If you need someone to just sit and think with, you know I don't do shit, so I'm here." He laughed. "Thank you, baby." "That's what I'm here for."
Trè sucked his teeth. "I don't even know why you chose this nigga over me, Bee." "Look man," Chresanto stood in his face. "I ain't tryna be in drama right now. Can you just leave, please?" He rolled his eyes and walked away. He turned before he left. "If Bahja wants me to leave, I will." Everyone looked at me. I sucked my teeth. "Get out, Trè."
He walked out the door.
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Romanceside chick: the other woman; also known as the mistress; a female that is neither a male's wife or girlfriend who has relations with the male while he is in another relationship Copyright ○ 2015 by Camryn Brown. All Rights Reserved.
