Beatrice
"Ugh yes Chris! Right there, baby!"
I rolled my eyes in annoyance, closing the door behind me. I went to sit on the couch and wait for him and the 7th bitch of this week to come out his room. It's only Wednesday.
Maybe 15 minutes later, his door opened. The girl walked out, her shoes in her hands. She smiled at me once she got to the living room. "Oh, you must be next, huh? Good luck, girl, he ain't nun to play with."she laughed as he walked out after her, smiling and tying his sweatpants strings. He had to hear her comment.
She made her way to the door but turned around before leaving. "You gone text me, right?"she asked him, biting her lip. "Oh yea, for sure."he nodded at her, sitting on the edge of the two seater. Lied straight on his dick. "Ok,"she smiled sweetly at him before waving then leaving. Once the door closed, I glared at him, aggravated as fuck. He looked up from his phone towards me and laughed, locking it then stuffing it back in his pocket.
"Wassup, Bea, how was work?" "Christopher, I swear we had a whole conversation about you and these bird ass bitches running in and out our shit. Like this is literally the 7th girl you done fucked in the span of 3 days, dude. I bet you don't even know her name." He scratched the back on his neck, sighing out. "I'd be lying if I told you I did,"he shrugged, making me shaking my head and roll my eyes.
"Damn, Bea, why you sweatin a nigga like that? Since when you give a fuck bout what I got goin on? Last time I checked, i don't deserve a female like you, your words."he mocked. "That don't have shit to do with why yo body count over 200, nigga. And for the record, you don't, now stop talking to me before you piss me off."I said, sitting back in the couch and turning the tv on.
He snatched the remote from me and turned the tv off.
"Girl, I don't give no damn bout pissin you off, fuck I look like,"he snickered, shoving the remote down his pants pocket. "So why don't I deserve a female like you?" I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs. "Why the fuck does it matter?" "Beatrice,"he said sternly, crossing his arms. I raised my eyebrows in amusement at him saying my full name. "Alright,"I said.
"You don't deserve a female such as myself because you're a dirty dog ass, selfish, lightskin bastard ass nigga with no known morals, goals, or aspirations for yourself and lowly set ass standards and a female such as myself is just too well manufactured and far too upscale for a begin of your sort. Period,"I shrugged, smiling up at him. "And I bet yo dick weak as fuck. May I have the remote back now?"I asked, placing my handout.
He glared at me, gracing his teeth with his tongue. Smirking, he removed himself from his position on the couch and squatted down in front of me, holding himself up using my thighs.
"First of all, I will fuck the shit out of you on my bad day, Beatrice, cut it out. Second, dogging is a art and I'm selfish when it counts. I'm not a bastard, my father was there. Morals, goals, aspirations...well, if this basketball shit don't take off then I've always wanted to draw and paint and shit, you know. I got hella shit in my room but I wouldn't be surprised if you knew that with yo nosey ass. My standards are nowhere near low, you've never seen me with none of these bitches other than here, calm down, a nigga just being a man right now or until yo well manufactured, upscale, sexy ass stop playing with me. And again I will fuck the sin out yo ass, girl, find out if you want to."
After his speech, I laughed looking him dead in his face. "Like I asked before, may I have the remote back?" He stood from his position, now looking down on me. He took the remote from him pocket and put it inside his pants.
"Come get it,"he said, walking out the living room. I pinched the bridge of my nose in annoyance. Huffing, I got off the couch and went to find him. He stood in the downstairs bathroom, playing around with his hair. "Chris, seriously, give it here,"I said, walking to the doorframe and leaning on it. He laughed, looking at me through the mirror. "Bea, seriously, come get it."
I looked at his pants through the mirror and spotted a print. I couldn't tell if it was the remote or him but I was intrigued. He started winding his hips, taunting me like I wasn't bout shit but he was gone learn today that I was not to be fucked with. I might just start something but hell, yolo.
No warning, I slid my hand across his stomach down into his pants. Feeling that the remote was actually inside his underwear, I went for it. Soon as my hand wrapped around what was not the remote, his eyes widened and he jumped, grabbing my wrist and pulling it out his pants. I was surprised myself cause females actually taking that shit.
"Yoooooo, you wild as fuck, lil mama,"he laughed, taking the remote out himself and placing it on the counter. "Gracias,"I smirked, smacking his ass then grabbing the remote, preparing to go back to the living room. Before I could leave, he smacked my ass making me turn around towards him. "Hey, don't start nun you can't finish, kid. I ain't bird bitch material, I'll have yo ass stuck, watch it."I told him, making him laugh.
"Yea, we'll see after yo show over."
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Ugh not the last imagine of the book was ass 😩 don't fret, DV2 is in the works baby and it is better than ever nooooo cap 😎
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Q: do you have a favorite image/series (2 or more parts) from this book ? If so, what is it ?
A: I think my favorite series was rumors probably 😬 and my favorite image was possibly dear deasia, love Midas
