"Bestie!?", he called.
'Don't talk to me, nigga. You make me sick', she hissed walking into her bedroom.
"Bae, don't be like dat. You know that I was only looking out for your ass, girl", he said following behind her, grasping her by the arm pulli...
Morgan is in the kitchen throwing down. She has the whole crib smelling right and I can't wait to eat. I just finished a blunt a few minutes ago and these chips I have been snacking on is not cutting it. "Bae?!", I called scrolling through my dm's. I paused, my finger hoovering over the screen when I did not get a response. "Bae!?", I called again.
Again I received silence as a response. "Morgan!?", I called. "What!? And stop yelling in my house", came her response. "Why the fuck you ain't answer me when I called your ass the first two times!?", I yelled. "Boi, shut yo' ass up! I thought you was on the phone talkin' to one of your thotties or someone", she called back, the sound of pots clanking being heard from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes clicking on the message I wanted to respond to.
The profile picture was of a big booty female in a pair of little bitty shorts and a wet t-shirt. Shawty was bad as fuck. Her message was the same as every other female thirsting after me and I honestly was not impressed. Just for the hell of it I scrolled through her pictures and I damn near swallowed my tongue. She had no problem showing off the goods and shawty is double jointed. So I slid back into her dm's making arrangements for a meet up.
Conveniently enough, she was able to meet up with me later tonight. That take cares of my plans for later. I had just placed my phone beside me on the couch cushion face down when Morgan entered the den carrying a plate of food. I licked my lips sitting up straighter holding my hand out for the plate. Bruh, she swerved on my ass taking a seat away from me with the plate held firmly in her hand. I kissed my teeth shaking my head at her eyeing her as she mumbled a quick prayer.
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"That's fucked up", I told her when she was finished. "You know where the kitchen is and ain't nothin' wrong with you so you can make your own plate. You ain't my man and you damn sure aren't my husband", she responded smartly. "Don't let yo' mouth get you in trouble again, Mor. A nigga horny and hungry. Don't get fucked up, ma", I warned. She kissed her teeth forking macaroni into her mouth humming to herself. "You fa real ain't gone feed a nigga?", I asked incredulously watching as she continued eating in my face letting out soft moans as she did. She covered her mouth with her hand before speaking.
"Christopher, I already told you", she stated in between chews. I rolled my eyes slouching back into the couch. "Damn this food tastes so good", she muttered with her eyes closed savouring the taste. My nostrils flared as I watched her continue to eat ignoring my presence. My stomach kept growling 'n' shit but she never even spared me a glance as she ate. "You cold hearted, man", I commented disappointed by her actions when she finished eating.
She shrugged, "That's yo' fault", she responded nonchalantly as she rose from the couch with her now empty plate in hand. "Since you goin' in the kitchen you might as well bring me a plate back", I tried. She scoffed walking right pass me as if she did not see me. Not being able to resist, I slapped her on the ass giving it a firm squeeze as she stepped over my legs. She gave me the "Nigga!?" look but did not say anything as she continued on her way to the kitchen. A few minutes later she came sauntering into the den with a plate of food in one hand and a drink in the other.
