Reese Money (A Lil Reese Story)

Grow Up

Lelani's POV

A/N: A short chapter but i just wanted to get sum out. Hope y'all enjoy!

"Aye if you don't get yo big ol forehead offa me bitch- I ain' askin' again." Was the first thing i woke up to while moaning at how soft my damn pillow was. 

"Mmm, nooo.." I mumbled still half asleep wit my eyes closed. I heard someone suck their teeth before i felt a sharp pain right across my head. My eyes shot open at the sudden surge of pain to witness that i'd hit myself right up against the hotel room's night side table.

"Ow! Da fuck.." I said while sitting up, squinting my eyes from the sunlight that had peaked through the velvet curtains. For a moment i sat there, squinting, my palm rested over my forehead as i glanced down at myself. Bitch... why in the fuck was i naked..? I calmly asked myself before slowly remembering the events of lastnight. I bit my lip looking around the room. Not a Tavares in sight. I could hear music playing from inside the hallway so my guess was that he was already up and doing some shit. Slowly, i peeled the sheets from off my naked body, still biting on my lip. That nigga dick was SO FUCKING GOOOOOODT! I cummed bout 10-15 times, and i'm pretty sure he nutted the exact same way.

"Did we use protection?" I asked myself out loud, honestly forgetting. I knew i wouldn't let him stick that string bean long limp ass dick up me if he didn't, so i didn't even know why i bothered asking myself. I was in no way interested in becoming his second baby mama. Yuck.

'We started off as close friends (Close friends)

Somehow you turned into my girlfriend (My girlfriend)

We used to tell each other everything (Everything)'

Lil Baby's voice was blaring through the hallway and i raised my eyebrows while limping out of the bedroom- yes girl, LIMPING. A BITCH WAS IN COMPLETE SHAMBLES. I winced, the sheets wrapped around my body as i peeked my head from out the door, looking both ways. Once there was no sign of the Grim Reaper, i stepped out of the room, casually walking into the living room to where the music could be heard.

"Glooks, fuck that bitch ass nigga- on my soul that nigga mama betta' start gettin' em t-shirts ready cause ain' no lackin ova where i stay. Pussy nigga shoulda BEEN knew 'dat shit." I heard him ranting from inside the kitchen and i blinked, looking around. There was a dufflebag in the middle of the room but littered all over the living room couch and carpets was several different models of guns. Assault rifles, carbines, shotguns, glocks, bitch even some fucking grenades. I looked around in confusion and shock.

"Nigga what in the Call Of Duty Black Ops 4 is going on in here?" I asked aloud, damn well knowing his ass was still on the phone. He ignored me, but peeked his head outta the kitchen to give me a 'shut the fuck up' look. I raised a brow, taken aback and placed a single hand on my hip, while the other assisted in keeping the sheet on my body.

"Yuh- aye Gino ima hit yo line lata, aight? This dumb bitch tryin' me." He smirked while hanging up the phone and i raised an eyebrow.

"Oh so ima dumb bitch now, huh? Bet." I said before quickly spinning around to grab that fucking grenade off the couch. I raised it up over my head aiming it at him ready to fucking throw.

"YOOOOO!" He yelled, running up to me and tackling me like a fucking football player. I squealed once my head hit the ground making a loud ass BANG. Bitch why the fuck did i keep FUCKING up my head? I whined, dropping the grenade and making it roll outta my hands and onto the hotel floor.

"Is you fucking STUPID Lee? Huh? You turnin' into one a' dem ISIS niggas now? Blowing mu'fuckas up?! That dick turned you into a fuckin' terrorist." He rambled while crushing me with his fucking weight. I continued to whine and wiggle outta his grasp; although he was real skinny, he was up on me in body composition. So he was a lot heavier.