Bryson Pov
I stood there, frozen, as i saw a Bone thugs and Harmony looking nigga sitting at the table with Hensley.
I know she did not move on quick??
The fuck is this?
Hensley stood up, looking at me as if she seen a ghost.
Hensley:Byrson?? What are you doing here?(confused)
Bryson:nah, the question is...what this nigga doing here?(mad, looking at Marc)
Marc:Um, was just leaving actually.....um, hensley ill call you
Bryson:Fuck you won't(mad)
Hensley:Bryson?(mad) Stop
Marc:Umm ill just text you then....
the nigga made his way out the condo.
Hensley:How dare you run up in my place, and make my company leave?(mad)
Bryson:So this why you don't want me no more? cause you fucking with niggas that look like they off stomp the yard, Rich edition??(mad)
hensley:Bryson, he was my Sponsor......He was only over here, because i got offered a deal to write my own play.....(mad) if you didnt run up in here like super man, i would've told you that '
Bryson:so why havent you been answering my calls??
Hensley:For what bryson?? Why are you even here....go home(mad)
Bryson:No....im not gone do that...we need to talk, and over the phone aint working
Hensley:talk about what?? we've been talking about the same shit for the pass months, and to be honest, I'm sick of wasting my breath on somebody that likes giving his to other bitches....so go bryson, be the single, bachelor man of Miami you want to be, and lets just talk to each other when it concerns Harley ok??(mad)
I knew hensley was mad at me, but not this mad.....I needed her to understand I'm here.
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