"Bruh. That don't even matter! Her ass ain't got shit on the ass I see everyday!"
Wtf?
I peaked my head out of the kitchen, trying to listen to the conversation Justin was having on the phone.
Who the fuck is he talking to about my ass?!
"My baby got hips. Her ass is round. She been on her squats. Fuck you talkin bout?"
I smiled to myself. Aw bae's been noticing the cakes.
"Aye. You can't do half the shit I do with her ass on a daily basis though!"
"Hey!!! Don't be tellin' people that!" I shouted. "Whatever happens to my ass in this house stays in this house!" I shouted.
He quickly turned towards me giving me a cheeky smile.
"Whatever dude. Bye." He said before hanging up.
Justin stood up from the couch and made his way over to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he grabbed a bottle of water and stood there drinking it.
"Take a picture it'll last longer." I said, knowing his eyes were glued to my butt.
"Trust me I've taken plenty. Your ass is my background." He said, slapping my buns before leaving the kitchen.
"THAT ASS MA!" He shouted on his way back to the livingroom.
"Shut up!" I laughed.
