I've been working like a mothafucka. My bad guys.
Anyways, hey best friend
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Bryson
"Young Bruce why you trappin' so hard?"
If he hadn't been 'trappin' so hard', we wouldn't be in any of this bullshit in the first place.
"With all due respect sir, why?" Demarcus rolled over on the floor.
He was sorta kinda holding Eris.
I kissed Mya all over her face. "Baby"
"You stop" Mya put her hand over my lip.
Cleo slept above the cover, while me and Mya slept under them.
"I thought you loved me back?"
"You drink juice"
"That was last night, Mya. Why you holding grudges?"
She held both of her hands up. "My hands empty, daddy"
"So where you put your grudge?"
She furrowed her eyebrows. "No sense"
"Nah, you not making sense"
"Huh-shush" She stood up, and held her hands out for my father. "More juice"
He lifted her up, and they left the room.
I got from under the cover, and wrapped myself up with Cleo.
"I gotta stay warm somehow, yeah?"
"That's what the blankets are for. Not the girl" She said.
"Let me know where I can find me a real boo then"
"She wasn't an option. She's my cousin"
Eris stood up. "No thanks, Demarcus"
"You tryns be somebody safety patrol, meanwhile you gettin' curved. Tell me how that works, yeah?"
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"You don't have any reason to walk behind me like that"
"I guess I gotta find one, yeah?" I kissed her on the side of her face.
"Nope, and you'd better move quick, cause here comes my mother"
I ain't never jump back so fast in my life.
These rich folks don't play bout their daughters.
That's why I liked to get reckless with classy hoodrats.
"Cleopatra"
"Hi, mommy"
"Don't stall. The boy?"
She looked me up and down in her expensive ass pantsuit, and tightened the white scarf that she was wearing.
It was fluffy as hell too.
RIP to the nigga that got killed for it.
Fashion designers ain't shit.
I'm looking at Kanye too.
"This is-"
"The boy that you're bringing home tonight, I assume? Maybe he'll feel more comfortable under my intense stare at our dinner table"
Demarcus walked up to us. "Hey, auntie"
"I'm not your aunt, Demarcus. We're cousins too"
"Well you could be" He shrugged.
"Goodbye" Her mother pulled a card out of her purse, and handed it to me before leaving.
It was her business card.
I flipped it over, and it read. 'You'd better be good enough for my daughter'
My dick was.
Why was I so disrespectful?
"Well okay then" I slid it into my back pocket.
Atleast she cared about her daughter.
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"What's your count?" Chloe asked.
"Anything before double digits" I laughed.
"I mean girlfriends. Sexual partners. Don't lie to me either, because you don't look like a virgin"
In my opinion, I looked pretty damn innocent.
Or maybe that was sexy.
Lord knows that I look good regardless.
*writes this with a straight face cause Swan is who I want*
"I think my daughter would agree with you completely" I cleared my throat.
"Cleopatra is not playing stepmommy to anybody. I want better for her"
"That won't be an issue at all. My daughter's mother is in her life"
"She's a newborn?"
"Three years ago, she was"
"You had a child at fourteen?!" Chloe dropped her fork.
"Yes. She was sixteen at the time"
I still don't know how the hell that worked out, cause I would not want to be fuckin' around with some eighth grader.
"Mommy, Bryson is a good father"
"You only see what people want you to see, Cleopatra"
"I ain't the best dad. I be drinking her juice and whatnot, but I try"
"Her juice?" Chloe asked.
"You've seen that toddler juice, yeah? It's filled with all those vitamins and minerals, but they taste good"
"I'll be sure to check the next time I go to the store" She said sarcastically, making me laugh.
Her loss.
"Let me know your grocer. I can tell you what aisle it's on"
"What do your parents do for a living?"
"My mother owns a contracting business, and my father owns high rise apartment buildings"
"You're a Tiller kid?" She questioned.
"The one and only"
Brandon bitch ass didn't count.
"Your parents are great people. I'm sure we'll get along just fine"
"I'll be sure to tell them"
I don't even know why I was worried in the first place. I'm a smooth criminal.
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