Did I just say that? Hell I was thinking it but not meaning to say it. I mean I fell for this girl. It's only been a day and she got me doing stuff I'd never think about doing. How am I suppose to shake this? I'm falling for Bianca just that fast.
I hurry and go to the gym. I still have to work out to make this lie believable. I went in and worked out for thirty minutes. Just to get my clothes smelling more like sweat than sex. I took a shower at the gym and went back to my car. Touched my phone and I didn't have any missed calls from Tiffany. That's weird. She usually would've blown my phone up.
I drive home and all the light are on. I walked in she had on an apron and some high heels. Ass naked. She can't be serious. I can't fuck her after I fucked Bianca. Bianca owns this dick now. I wouldn't dare.
"I missed you baby" she came up and kissed me handing me some wine.
"Missed you too shawty" I said kissing her on the cheek.
"I hope you hungry, I cooked a feast" she said.
"I'm starving" I lied. I was full.
She started making my plate and I went and sat in front of the TV. She acting weird. She don't give me wine. Maybe she trynna make up for being clingy. Maybe she trynna show a nigga she care. Whatever it is I could get use to it. She brought me my plate and sat next to me.
"You not gon eat" I asked looking at her funny.
"Nah I'm not hungry" she replied.
"Oh iight" I said and ate. This shit was good asf.
After I finished I went and changed. Got in the bed and was knocked out.
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