Let me make it clear. Ah'Jhene was my queen. I didn't beat on her. I would never beat on her. All I did was rough her up a bit. In my opinion ain't nothing wrong with that.
Boss niggas should always keep they women in check no matter how much we love them. I'm not saying punch and kick on your bitch, but sometimes you gotta choke her or snatch her lil ass up. She'll be alright. It will only make her stronger and smarter if you ask me.
Can't say I didn't feel bad about it a lil bit though. Every time her and I had a dispute I always felt bad. I hated fighting with her. I hadn't seen her in weeks and I guess that wasn't the best way to greet my bitch.
I had to keep a close eye on Ah'Jhene. She was bad as fuck and a lot of niggas wanted to fuck with her. Everybody wants a bad bitch until you gotta question what she's doing when you're away.
The next day she wouldn't talk to me. She was doing that silent treatment bullshit that women do when they're mad. She dropped the plate full of breakfast in front of me and caused the silverware to bounce off of it. She started pacing and cleaning around the kitchen like a mad woman looking sexy as hell. "So you not gone talk to me?" I asked with a pancake stuffed in my jaw. " I don't have anything to say Quincy." She said as she kept cleaning. I couldn't take my queen being mad at me any longer. I couldn't accept this tension between us.
I stopped her in her tracks. "Baby come here." I said. At first she rejected me and attempted to break out of my grip, but eventually gave in as we hugged. "I'm sorry aight?" I said with a convincing tone. She didn't respond. I used my hand and lifted her face by the chin. We tongue kissed before I carried her to the room where we fucked. I could tell she wasn't fuckin while I was away because her pussy was way to tight. She had high class pussy fasho.
When we were finished she laid in my arms with weakness. " Babe don't be mad." I told her. "Mad? Why would I be mad?" She asked. I dreaded telling her this, but I had to. "I can't stay home tonight. I gotta catch a flight back to Atlanta later." I confessed. "Quincy! Why?!" She spoke with irritation before escaping out of my arms again. She walked out of the room. "All you ever do is leave! I'm so tired of this shit!" She complained. "How you think I upgraded your car and this new house?! How you think you got all this Christian loubottin, Intermix, Fendi and all this other shit you like?! How you think we livin?!" I asked. "A nigga gotta hustle to pay for all this shit Jhene!" I hollered. I wasn't even sure where she ran off to, but I looked all over the house and she wasn't around.
I called and FaceTimed her, but she didn't answer until the 5th time. "Aren't you leaving?" She questioned. "Baby listen. Ima get this last mil and I'm done. Ima retire after this aight?" I said. "You always say you gone retire Quincy! You have almost two hundred thousand." She reminded me. "That's not enough bae." I said. "Well how about you stay away from me until you have enough." She said before hanging up on me.
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RomanceAh'Jhene is a bad bitch, but it doesn't come easy. She has to hustle to make it, but in the process of hustling she's having the time of her life. Problem is she's having the time of her life at everyone else's expense. She's the master at manipulat...
