Mon would be knocking at his apartment door with his fist.
"Man, Ashley open this got damn door!"
he'd scream as he continued to knock.
"Not until you say you sorry!" a woman would holler from the otherside of the door with a chuckle.
"Man, bitch. Fuck! Alright." He'd say while pacing back and forth collecting himself. He'd take a deep breath and stand infront of the door.
The word's "I'm sorry. " escaped his lips as if he didn't know how to say it correctly or was just getting tired of always saying it.
"And?" She'd responded eagerly as If she was getting a sick twist out of this. He'd put his forehead against the door feeling drained saying to himself ,"this some bull shit."
"And I'll never call you a bitch again." He'd continue to talk as he made sarcastic gestures to the door.
"And?" she'd ask again.
"And I promise not to curse in the house for the fifth thousandth time" he'd say.
The sound of the door unlocking would echo the hallway. "Good boy." She'd say as she answered the door wearing the finest level of Victoria secrets lengerai.
Mon would smile while walking In the door way slowly "Damn bi...I mean baby. What's the occasion? " He'd sit the brown paper bag on a table stand near the front door as she pulled him in the door by the shirt. Now see, Mon would always argue with his woman Ashley. These two were the type to try and kill each other and get turnt on during the physical fight.
"You gone tare this up?" she'd ask him, while yanking on his pants. "Hell yeah" he'd reply while closing the door. The two would move through the expensively decorated apartment barely making it to the bedroom with anything on. "It's about to get wild girl." Mon would say as he through Ashley on the bed.
Hours later, Mon would be hoping out the shower as he turnt on the bedrooms flat screen to the 12 o'clock news. A report about a recent shooting would be the subject as mon wasn't paying attention. "Hell my shoes at?" He'd ask himself as his phone rang. He'd dig into his pants on the floor to answer it.
"This Is Mon of Mon Dynasty Corporation's, who's calling?" he'd say trying his best to sound professional. "Oh what's up , Kapri?"
"I'll be on my way down in a minute." He'd say before getting off his cell and sitting on the edge of the bed next to ash while she was sleep and snoring. "Time to pay these bills girl. " Mon would say as he leaned up to give Ashley a kiss on the forehead. He'd grab his coat and Ashley's car keys. He'd make way into his kitchen for a drink and get on his phone to dial a number but couldn't because a blocked number interrupted his dialing. "Damn, this the third time today" he'd say to himself before ignoring the call. "Monte!" Ashley would call out. He'd look to the front door and back to the room , wondering if he should leave or go back to bed. "Mon!" Ashley would call out again as he began asking himself ,"Damn what this bitch want?"
Ashley would get up and walk into the kitchen butt naked. "Where'd you go?" she'd ask him. He'd respond with a goofy nowhere and ashley would rub on him and squat as she took his penis out and put her mouth around it. Two hours would pass as mon made way to the street to see, Kapri leaning on Ashley's car. "About time yo ass showed up, lets hurry up and get down town nigga." Kapri would say as he looked at the laundry mat and waved at phat. "Aye, K you drive. I gotta break this bitch down." Kapri would nod his head and catch the car keys after mon passed them to him. The two would hop in the car and pull off.
"Nigga, you know how many times me and Ash say we love each other?" mon asked k as he was engaging himself in breaking down an illegal substance. "Nah" K would say, not really caring to know but he knew mon would say something anyway. "Zero nigga; its like. Ash and I found love in fucking. We can't get enough of the shit. " While mon kept rambling on and on about his sex life , Kapri tuned him out as he was in deep thought. Plotting. Asking himself , "What the fuck I'm gone do when my son get here?" while , Kapri continued to carry a conversation with himself on the inside of his mind.
