What happens when the guy you WANT isn't the guy you NEED....
When two men are battling for the same heart...
How will she know who's the perfect person for her....
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°Kingsley°
"Bruh you wrong for that shit." I shake my head.
I look over at Ifeoma with wide eyes. Moe really just played the fuck out of her. He didn't have to go that far to tell me not to mess with her.
"What I do?" he looks over from me to Ifeoma.
This nigga always acting innocent. He can do the most fuck up as shit and still don't know what he just did.
She pick up the bags she dropped from the stairs.
"Fuck you Moe!"
She turns back around going upstairs. She looked at him with so much hurt.
"Bird what I do?!" He yells from the bottom steps.
"If you don't know what you did just leave it alone" I said going towards the couch to sit.
He smack his lips and pulls up his pants "nigga who told you; you could have a seat?" he walks over towards where I was.
"Nigga I did" I narrow my eyes at him "with yo impolite ass."
I see he have weed and cigarillos on the table. I pick one up and start breaking it down putting the tobacco in the ashtray.
"See nigga you fucking up. I already offered you a seat but now you going against the grain fucking with my bitch."
He grabs the bag of weed just as I was about to put some in the gar.
"Bruh you left her out in the open for anybody to get a piece of that ass" I reached over to get it from him.
