Stolen

A Vibe

*i know some of y'all know i have this book and the 2nd finished and i was working on the 3rd. ya girl just insecure so bear with me 😅🫶🏽*

Beyoncé

"Bey, I can carry my own bags." Solange mumbled trying to take them from my hands.

"I can too." I shrugged.

I put our bags in the back of the van and we got in, waiting on Onika's slow ass. I told her good last night to have her stuff ready because I was gonna be ready to go.

It's been four days since Solange's miscarriage and things are... ehhhh. She decided that she wanted to come back with me opposed to staying, which I didn't mind. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Kelly's long head ass.

Yellow Ho 😛👯: wyd ugly?

BluntThief 🖕🏽🙄: Omw home to my wife. Wassup?

Yellow Ho 😛👯: I was thinkin' about that question you asked me.

BluntThief 🖕🏽🙄: I ask you a lot of shit. Can you be more pacific please ma'am.

Yellow Ho 😛👯: first of all, it's specific. second of all I'll explain it to you when I make it back home.

BluntThief 🖕🏽🙄: Wooooooow, just keep me anticipating then 😒.

Yellow Ho 😛👯: np 😊 ttyl 👋🏽.

Right when I put my phone down, Onika was getting in the van.

"About damn time." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry." she pouted and sat right beside me.

"Mhm." I kissed the back of her hand.

"Awwww Beeeeeeyyyyy, must be nice. You can be a gentlewoman from time to time." Solange cooed.

"Oh hush."

A few hours later, Solange was sleep, leaving me and Onika up. I was watching Rush Hour on the tv while my fingers were still locked with Onika's. I looked over at her and saw that she was just staring off, probably day dreaming or something like that.

"Whatchu thinkin' about?" I asked her, she just shrugged and squeezed my hand. "You not gon' tell me?"

"It's nothing, I'm tired though."

I pulled her in my lap and pushed her hair to the opposite side of her head.

"Either you tell me or imma bite the shit outta your neck."

"Us. Meek. All of that." she said lowly.

"Do you want there to be an us?" she nodded. "Then fuck him, he's a nobody. A lame ass nigga and ain't shaking nothin' over here."

"But I thought you had to give me back."

"If you wanna stay with me, you can. He owes me money, he ain't buyin' you back."

She laid her head on my chest and hugged my body. "I wanna stay with you."

I smirked to myself and looked down at her, noticing that she had on one of my oversized t-shirts.

"That shirt you have on looks mighty familiar."

She looked up at me, returning the smirk. "Maybe you have one just like it."

The shirt stopped passed her thighs.

"And where are your pants?" I pushed the shirt up with one hand, and saw that she had on a pair of coochie cutters.