Rich Nigga $ Key Glock

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♛ Ma'Lani ♛

I scrolled through all the channels, looking for something to watch. I settled for lifetime, they always play good movies.

"Yeah, I'll be there." I heard Glock loud ass say from the kitchen. I got up, going to find out where he was supposed to be going.

"Who was that?" I asked once I got into the kitchen. "Dolph," he said. "Where are y'all going?" I asked.

"To the studio, I thought you was leaving today."
He was acting like he was ready for me to go. "I am, Cori isn't here yet. I can go to my other nigga house and wait on her if me being here is a problem, though."

Cori was coming to get me because she came to visit her parents. "Keep fucking with me."

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "I gotta go to the studio in an hour, you wanna go and get something to eat?"

"Can I get som-" I started and he cut me off. "Whatever you asking for the answer is no because you did me dirty yesterday."

"Please," I whined as I wrapped my arms around him. I woke up horny as hell and I'm getting some dick one way or another. "No." he straight-faced me.

"You ain't even let me finish what I was saying." I rolled my eyes. "I know exactly what you want and you ain't getting any."

"Can I get some head then?" I asked. "No, now give me fifty," he said as he pushed me off of him. "Rude ass hoe," I mumbled as I walked back into the living room.

"You talking shit?" I heard him ask from behind me. "And if I am?" I sat down on the couch, putting my attention on the tv. "That's why yo ass ain't getting any dick now."

"I'll just get me a side nigga, you doing too much," I replied nonchalantly. "You gone get fucked up."

"Yeah, I bet I am," I said before my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID, seeing Tyler's name.

I answered, putting him on speaker phone. "Hello," I spoke into the phone. "What time you getting back tonight?" he asked.

Glock snatched my phone, trying to see who it was. "Who the fuck is Tyler and wh-" I cut him off. "I told you I was getting me a side nigga."

"I ain't yo damn side nigga," I heard Tyler say before Glock threw my phone at my head. I ducked so instead of it hitting me, it hit the wall behind me.

I stood up, looking for my phone.

The screen was cracked and blacked out. "Tell yo side nigga to fix ya phone," he said before walking towards the stairs.

"You broke it, so yo bitch ass gone fix it." I followed behind him.

"Watch yo mouth," he said once we made it to the top of the stairs. He walked into his room with me trailing behind him. "Yo bitch ass threw my phone so yo bi-"

"I'm already pissed off so it's best for you to just shut the fuck up." he cut me off. "I don't give a fuck about you being mad."

Then his phone started ringing. He answered with no hesitation. "Nah, I'll be there in a minute," was the only thing he said before hanging up.

He sat down on the bed, putting his shoes on. "And where are you going?" I asked, leaning on the doorframe.

Instead of responding, he got up and started walking towards me. I stretched my arms out, attempting to block the doorway. "Lani, move yo ass out the way."

"You ain't even fed me yet," I complained. "Do you really think I give a fuck about you being hungry right now?"

"Bitch I-" was the last thing I could get out before he started choking me. I thought he was just playing before he tightened his grip, cutting off my airway. "This my last time telling you to shut the fuck up, aight?" I nodded my head in response.

"If you wanna come with me to the studio you can and I'll take you to get something to eat afterwards," he said once he'd let my neck go.

— 3:35 PM

He's had me sitting in this studio with him for at least two hours. Nobody was really here except Dolph, some random females he brought with him, and two dudes I've never met before.

"Aight, now let Dolph come in and finish the hook." Glock came out of the booth and walked over to me. "You still hungry?" he asked as he took a seat beside me.

"What do you think?" I rolled my eyes. "I think you gone starve to death if you don't fix ya attitude."

"Maybe I wouldn't have an attitude if you would handle your business," I stated, handing him his phone. He let me use it since he broke mine. "Can you wait another hour?"

"Take me back to the house so I can get ready to go and see my side nigga." He got life fucked all the way up. He walked over to where the two dudes were sitting. I wasn't really paying any attention to what he said.

I watched him dap them up before he walked back over to me. "Let's go," was the only thing he said. He walked out of the studio and I followed behind him. Instead of heading towards the exit, he walked further down the hallway we were in.

"Where are we going?" I asked, sounding impatient. Instead of responding, he just walked into another room. "Lock the door," he said as I walked in behind him.

I looked around seeing that we were in another studio. "I'm about to go to the car, you ain't finna beat my ass." I just got through talking about having a side nigga, this a setup. "Man, lock the door," he said as he sat down on one of the couches.

I locked the door like the dumb ass I am. "Why are we in here?" I asked. "Who is the Tyler nigga that was calling you earlier?"

"So you don't remember the light skin dude you saw me with?" I could've sworn I brought his name up once. "You really fucking with him?"

"No, he might as well be my cousin. I just said that to make you mad." Tyler isn't even my type. "You sure?" he asked as he clutched the gun that was in his pants.

"If you'd do your job, you wouldn't have to worry about that." I shrugged. "So you really gone show yo ass because I told you no once?" he asked as he walked over to where I was standing. "Duh, the answer is always supposed to be yes."

"You got panties on?" he asked. I looked at him like he was crazy, I refuse to have sex in the studio.

"What? Ain't nobody gone hear you," he replied as he unzipped my pants. He smacked his lips when he realized I actually had panties on. He grabbed my waist and led me to the couch he was sitting on.

He laid me down and pulled my pants off. "After all that shit you was talking, you better not start that running shit."