The thing is I like IBN however, i'm not over Rasul. I keep picking up my phone hoping he is to call, looking over my shoulder. I'm calling khloe like we best friends to see if he called. But i love to see Ibby walking through my salon doors blessing me with gifts and his presence.
The next morning, I woke up still wrapped up in IBN's arm. I was embedded in his body. I tried to rise up out of my bed but he wouldn't let me go.
IBN: where you going beautiful ?
ME: Let me go, i have to get ready to open up the shop.
IBN: Naw, lay yo ass down for a lil bit.
His hands wandered on my body, he massaged my hips and stomach. I picked up my phone to confirm my appointments. He kissed on my neck a little and my chin.
IBN: WHat time you opening up ya shop ?
Me: 7, i have my first head at 8:30.
He sat there quiet and flung the covers off of my body.
IBN: Go ahead .
I got out of bed, i slid on my slippers. I sashayed over to my dressing room. Im feeling a lil too good to be all tight so i grabbed some black sweats, a black hoodie with a N on it with some silver jewelry. I got my louis backpack and my matching sneakers. I took some pictures in the mirror and proceeded.
IBN: Najeem, are you dressed ?
He was in the bathroom washing his beard and gargling.
IBN: Hurry up, I have to get to MECCA.
I walked to my room to turn off my tv and lotion my arms to head out the door. I noticed that IBN phone went off. It had a black heart on the caller id.
He aint my nigga but he act like he wants to be my nigga so i answered it.
Me: Hello
?: Hello? Wtf is this ?
Me: Um this is Najeem, and this is ?
?: Marcus, Wtf is IBN?
Me: Oh hold on marcus i'll get him.
I laughed at this mad hoe, all aggressive and what not. I walked to my bathroom and handed IBN his phone.
He looked confused as he put it to his ear.
IBN: Yea wassup ?
?: Yea mutherfucker Wtf you At ? you lost yo muthafucking mind laying up all night with some bitch !
IBN: Yo watch yo fucking mouth . I'm at where i'm at, get yo stupid ass off my line with that noise.
?: You just bring yo ass home !
I kindly transferred my stuff to my other bag. I was irritated that my lowkey divorced ass was dick sprung off this nigga who had somebody on his ass. I can't . This is why i said i was done with niggas !
I could hear that his voice was elevating.I threw my bag over my shoulder and proceeded to the bathroom.
IBN: Like i said i'll be there.
He hung the phone up and brought his attention to me.
IBN: Aye Ny why you pick up my phone?
Me: It was ringing. It looked like an important person calling.
IBN: Im not tryna hear that nut ass shit ! Dont answer my shit no fucking more !
Me: Who was that anyways ? Your boyfriend?
