Talk To Me | •Slow Down Sequel•

Chapter 11- Krazy Vitch

Unknown POV

He'd just gone into the bathroom to shower after our marathon, as I basked in the afterglow of sweet love.

I could tell something weighed on his mind when he'd hit me up a couple hours ago and told me to meet him at the hotel.

Whatever it was must've been really stressing him out, he wasn't usually this rough. I knew he like being rough sometimes but tonight he'd been on another level.

Not that I was complaining, shit, I never came so hard.

*Buzz*

I'd thought it was my phone that'd buzzed, so I rolled over to grab it off the nightstand. Nothing— at least nothing new, besides the usual thirsty ass niggas on social media.

I set it back in its original spot.

*Buzz*
*Buzz*
*Buzz*

I scrunched my face, I knew damn well that wasn't my phone and there was no reason for anybody to be hitting him up late at night.

Don't do it, my mind prodded. You've already been told you was a crazy bitch... Lets not be one.

But to be fair, niggas was always doing suspect shit.

*Buzz* His phone had buzzed again, I couldn't help it.

Yes, I'd read his messages.

Keem💉💯: Yo Porsha was mad outta pocket for pullin that tonight.

Who the fuck was Porsha?

Keem💉💯: I wld've let you know if Ayona was gone come. I know u still ain't over her.

A few thirsty hoes from Instagram.

Keem💉💯: Imma let Porsha know she wrong asf. Was you able to talk to her though?

Keem💉💯: Bruhh you was not lying when you said she was knocked up...

I jumped a little, quickly putting his phone back on the nightstand when I'd heard a thump come from the bathroom.

Shortly after, the bathroom door opened. He emerged.

He'd already had his pants on. "Oh, you leaving early," I said.

He shrugged, "I'm not doing this with you again. You. Not. My. Girl. Shit, back up off me."

He was buttoning his shirt up. Afterwards, he grabbed his phone stuffing it in his pocket.

"I love you, baby. I know you don't mean that." What he'd said had hurt my feelings. He rolled his eyes.

"Don't ever hit my phone up again," he told me, just before walking out of the front door.

"Ughhhhhh!" I screamed, grabbing a vase full of flowers and throwing it on the floor.

I loved him. We love him. He can't just fuck us and duck us.

He messed the wrong one and he had no clue.

I pulled my phone out, dialing a number while I pulled my jeans on.

"I need you to take care of something for me."

"..."

"You owe me— or should I let my brother know you forgot what you'd promised h—"

I smirked when he'd rushed to save himself.

"Good, now it's some bitch guess her name Ayona, hoe might be pregnant. I need you to handle her.—"

He was on speaker for a few minutes while I threw my shirt on.

"What do you mean nahh? You know what, fuck it my brot—"

"Good, lemme know when it's done. You gotta month to find her. She's prolly been seen with Tory Lanez before that, should get you a head start."

With that being said I hung up before he could respond.

He was mine and I didn't like to share. If he thought he could throw me away like trash, he had another thing coming.

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A/N: This is the bonus chapter for this week. I will catch y'all next Friday.

Don't forget to comment and vote.

-Elza😘💕