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"She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug." - Ty Dolla Sign
VONTE
A nigga feeling like Hugh Hefner this morning. I got the silk robe on and I'm smoking my weed. Life feels good right now. I had a good ass threesome, my boys had fun last night, and shit just all good. The strippers already went home.
I walk into my living room then laugh a little. Drew is hanging halfway off the couch knocked out sleep with his mouth wide open, lipstick stains on his face and neck, and he in his boxers. "Damn." I say to myself, looking at Presley. He laying on top of the table knocked out with his boxers slightly down. He got hickeys all on his neck, chest, and he got lipstick stains on his lower stomach.
I shake my head. The least he could've did is pulled his boxers up some but that's how it be. My phone starts ringing. I answer it. "Wassup Jessica?" I ask, trying not to laugh. If only she knew our so called innocent son ain't as innocent as she thought he was. I'm still tripping on how he was talking all types of shit about fucking bitches and everything.
"What are you laughing at?" she asks. "Nothing. I'm high." I answer, then put my blunt in my mouth. "How is Presley? Does he want to come back to me yet? Is he woke?" she asks. "Jessica it's eleven in the morning and he home schooled. Why would he be up?" I ask. "Okay whatever. So what are we gonna do as far as custody?" she asks. "I honestly don't wanna go to court with you mane for real can we please not get a judge involved in our business? It's pointless." I say. "Okay Vonte a judge will be involved either way it goes. He's biologically ours but legally belongs to his adopted grandmother Mary or are you forgetting? We have to go talk to her today so wake him up." she demands.
I sigh. "Alright Jessica." I say. "Get dressed. Hurry up." she demands. "What you rushing for? His old ass foster grandmother will be there all day." I say, growing annoyed. "Javonte lose the attitude. We wouldn't even have to deal with this if you didn't decide to make a selfish, sick decision like you did." she says. "You correct but I did it and I can't change that. All I can do is apologize and be there for him." I say.
"Okay Vonte. No I do not forgive you. I'm not mad at you but right now I'm still in shock and hurt that you'd even do that to me." she says. "I mean you can't hold some shit I did fifteen years ago against me." I say. "You're correct but this honestly hurt me Javonte." she says. "I never intended to hurt you, ever. It was just a selfish decision I made back then but I'm not the same person from fifteen years ago man. Jessica you know I got mad love for yo ass bruh come on now I don't want you mad at me." I say. This shit like a nightmare.
"Alright whatever. Please get dressed and have him ready. We're going to talk to her about him." she says. "Aight." I say, then put the blunt back in my mouth. "Bye." she says, then hangs up the phone on me.
I get up then walk towards the stairs. "Javonte!" I hear Jessica yell. I walk to the living room where Jessica is standing here looking pissed off. "Hey beautiful. Goodmorning. How you feeling babygirl?" Drew sleepily asks Jessica, sitting up with his eyes barely opened.
My eyes widen. She's holding the spare house key I gave her a long time ago. "Jessica who the hell told you pop up at my house like that?" I ask. "No the question is what the fuck you got my son into!" she yells at me. I glance over at Presley. He trying his hardest to play sleep. "Nigga you not sleep." I say, irritated. He sits up. "Hello mom... Goodmorning." he politely says, trying to cover himself up. "You wasn't proper as hell last night my G." Drew says, dying laughing as he stands up.
"Jessica do I be popping up randomly to you and Ant place? Hell naw I don't! I didn't give you the key for you to be on some creep shit." I say. "I'm not being a creep! You're an idiot! You got him high and look at all those damn hickeys and all that lipstick on him! I know you didn't invite some nasty bitches over here and have they filthy asses on him!" she yells in my face.
