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Saturday night. You sat in the dark of your apartment, alone and irritated. Keith, your boyfriend, was having a bro's night out with the cast of the New Edition Story. Almost one in the morning, and not once he called. Because he was too busy on Snapchat... with other women.
You trust Keith. You just don't trust them bitches who's up on him. You prayed that he doesn't do anything stupid to jeopardize your relationship of three going on four years. Unfortunately, one snap made a difference. "I swear to God..." you frowned, continuously tapping your finger on your leg. "His ass is mine."
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It's about three thirty in the morning, and Keith is nowhere to be found. You called, texted, DMed, FaceTimed... nothing. Still in the same spot you were in, you heard someone by the door. In came Keith, playing as if what he did wasn't wrong.
"Hey, babe." he acknowledged you with a warm smile. In return, you gave him the glare of death. His smile suddenly turned into a solicitude expression, afraid of what to say or do. "Babe.. what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?..." you disdained, removing yourself from the couch. You viewed his figure motioning his way to the light. "Do you know what time it is?" "It's..." he took out his phone. "3:32 am. Why?" "Why?!?! It's almost four in the fucking morning and your ass just got home!" "Y/N, you know I was with the boys. Why you trippin'?" "Cause while my ass was worrying about you, you were too damn busy fondling against these skank bitches on Snap." you said, heading to the room.
Keith sighed, knowing you would react to his carelessness. "Baby... let me explain...." he tried to have your attention. You both were now in the room with you ignoring his presence. "Y/N, let me explain." he said once more.
"Fuck no! You had a bitch twerk on you, while you were holding her waist. What the fuck, Keith? Did you ever thought about me? Your girlfriend? Not to mentioned, you arrived late!"
"I have an explanation for that if you would just let me talk!" he cried in a plead. "Ok.. talk."
"Algee had a little much to drink. So the boys and I took him back to his place. Soon as we got there, I left just to be here. As far as the girl. She's just a fan who was hanging out with myself and the fellas. Nothing more, baby. I swear" Keith explained himself, hoping you would by it.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. "Keith? Do you think I'm stupid? You know good and damn well your story won't cut it. Are you cheating on me? Yes or no?"
"Here we go a-fucking-gain! Why can't you trust me? I'm telling the truth. You can asked Woody or Yazz." he replied. You could tell he was getting mad.
"Why you mad? You're the one who stepped out of the relationship letting another skank rub her fake ass on your dick!"
"She was just twerking on me, Y/N. You know I would never... EVER.. step out on you. I love you too much to make that mistake." he said, sincerely.
"Well, obviously you don't love me enough to not let that bitch do it. I mean.. ever thought about saying 'I have a girlfriend'?" you stepped closer to his face.
"Baby, I can understand that you feel uncomfortable when other females try to get with me. But, I don't want them. I have you. You're the only one for me. I don't want no other bitch. Your jealousy is getting out of hand."
"The words you're saying is not convincing. You let a bitch touch your dick! My dick basically. The same dick I slobber and fuck with!"
"Well, the same dick... my dick... is only fucking your pussy... no, my pussy. Since you claim my dick.. I claim your pussy. Your tight, wet pussy that I would die for. I don't want no other pussy but yours. Matter fact... I want it now! Just to prove to you. " Keith pushed you against the bed, coming in between. You tried to fight him off, but his grip was too strong.
"Let go of me, Keith! Your dick won't solve anything!" you argued, still hopeless. "No.. but you screaming my name will." he smirked, ripping your t-shirt.
