Single Ladies

Lashawnda

Chapter 2

Lashawnda

"Kourtney" I said in a plain tone.

"How are you Lashawnda? Haven't you got past that old stage in your life?" she replied, with a sneaky smirk.

"Look don't even start with me. Im single, and im here for men, drinks, and a good time. Have fun getting on with your divorce!"

"Your right" she said calmly. "I'll just worry about getting over my divorce. Something you wont have to worry about, no man will ever want to marry you!"

"That's it, somebody get this bitch before I put hands on her!" I snapped.

"That's a lot of mouth coming from a lawyer. Have a good night in your little corner." Kourtney ended.

"What the hell is going on here?" Pamela said.

"I tried to be nice and atleast speak to this bitch and she lost her damn mind, and obviously her tongue too. Just keep her away from me. I want to enjoy my night. I'm not gonna let nobody ruin it!"

"Im sorry Shawnda. Kourtney we're grown women, we got more things to do than pick petty fights. I need you to chill." Pamela said.

"Im cool, I got it!" Kourtney said.

Although it was never mentioned to Pamela, me and Kourtney's beef was deeper than anyone will know. We hung very tight before. I was dating a guy named Eric. He was everything I'd imagined. Smooth caramel skin, 6'1, sex was amazing! He was a psychologist. Huge home, three vehicles, living the life.

I had been dating him for about three years. The first two years were lovely, but he obviously had an eye out for someone else. I should've known by the look Kourtney gave Eric when I introduced him to the girls, that she was up to no good. I was more upset with her than I was with him. Men are dogs, they're gonna do who and what they want. But Kourtney was my girl. She should've known the girl code.

I thought I'd stop by Eric's place by a sexy surprise on my lunch break. I knew he was home, this was his daily routine. I also had the key to his home, but I thought I had the key to his heart too. I undressed myself heading straight into his refrigerator pouring two glasses of white wine, and headed upstairs to his bedroom. I opened his room door and heard water splashing from the master bathroom in his room. As soon as I opened the door, Kourtney was dancing her crabby pussy all over my man's penis. I was beyond livid. I took a quick sip of that wine, threw the rest on his expensive carpet, and went in for her face. I punched her a few good times but not as I wanted to.

The man that Kourtney is getting a divorce with is Eric. I knew that wasn't gonna last that long. It was a matter of time before karma took it's course! Although that was about a year and a half ago that this all went down, I still wanted to finish my hands on project with that bitch Kourtney, and I just might.