[Book 4 Perfect Man Series] Zahir Maurice Brown was a legend by default because of his parents, sometimes it irritates him and he has a hard time trusting the women that throw themselves at him. Zahir was the perfect gentleman, he didn't believe in...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Brielle Grace Bishop:
Wanna tell me why you came lying? Now I got my girl looking at me like I'm crazy. (1:27 PM)
"Let's see if this bitch reply." Auntie Robyn mumbled texting Jennifer from Joseph's phone.
Jen: I asked you to give me money, I told you I needed help. You told me that bitch was pregnant and all your money was going toward your child. That's how you do the woman who had your heart first Joseph? (1:28 PM)
So if I give you this money you asked for will you tell them the truth? (1:30 PM)
Jen: Yes Joseph, I don't wanna ruin you. I'm in love with you still but I'm glad you found someone I just can't be down bad like this, I refuse. (1:31 PM)
Bet leave your door unlocked I'll be over in about a half an hour. (1:32 PM)
Jen: Okay boo. (1:33 PM)
"I told them bitches I trusted Joseph." Auntie Robz said getting out the car. I followed her actions and Lotto rushed his big buff ass put the car, this nigga do whatever Zahir say. His ass really don't wanna lose his job.
"Uhm auntie Robz we gotta hurry up cause uhm I gotta go see my therapist-"
"Bitch I'm ya therapist let's go." She replied cutting me off. I huffed stomping my feet up the drive way and she stopped and if I wouldn't have ducked in time the back of her hand woulda connected with my face."Girl my reflexes be gettin the best of me." She started laughing shaking her head. "Don't get choked." She shook her head and I stood up right with my eyes wide following her up the driveway as silently as I could.
I followed Auntie Robyn onto the porch and she opened the door drawing a gold gun from her waist, "Tete.." I whispered
"Shutcho ass up girl yes it's a damn gun." She gritted before we entered the house. I shook my head following her inside, Lotto drew his gun and he was close behind.
