𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 ✷ 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗺𝗽

seven

Jahseh

Stokeley's fat musty stupid dumb ass twiddled his thumbs and looked everywhere but Symere's eyes or face, or his direction in general.

His pussy ass cleared his throat and looked at me for what to do. I cocked an eyebrow and tapped my foot on the ground, my arms folded across my chest.

"Jah w-what do you want me t-" "Apologize. Now," he stared at me in shock, probably because I was calm, extremely calm.

He gulped and looked at Symere, who was sitting on the couch still unphased. "U-um I uh.. I'm sorry Symere," his voice was barely above a whisper.

I cleared my throat again and he whipped his head around to look at me. "I don't think Symere can hear you, Stokeley Goulbourne,"

His eyes filled with fear, for he knew I only called him by his full name when I was absolutely pissed off.

His eyes darted around the room and he gulped, sweat trickling down his eight head.

He finally decided to stop being such a pussy yet again and stared deeply into Symere's demonic eyes.

"I'm uh I'm sorry Symere, I um I really am," I rolled my eyes at his crappy apology and looked at Sy's emotionless face.

"Mmhmm alright it's fine Stoke, I need to take Gazzy home," Gazzy. I forgot about that cute little submissive twink. I looked over at his beautiful figure.

I couldn't help but smile in his direction. His big, brown doe eyes, long lashes, beautiful pink and blonde dreads hanging over his face.

He caught me staring at him and turned a light shade of pink, looking back in Symere's direction.

I chuckled and snapped myself out of my little fantasy world, returning my attention back towards the situation unfolding in front of me.

Stokeley was now sitting on the couch, with Symere embraced in a hug. He was crying into his shoulder, saying how sorry he was as Symere just stared at him blankly.

I chuckled and Stokeley cried harder into Symere's shoulder. Symere cleared his throat and looked at me, unable to gain Stokeley's attention.

He mouthed the words 'I have to take Gazzy home, and I'd like to leave.' I rolled my eyes and looked at Stokeley's crybaby ass self.

"Stokeley, Symere needs to go home," my voice was soft, and his head shot in my direction.

"B-but I want t-" Symere cut him off by pushing him off, and standing up. He brushed off his pants and went up to Gazzy.

He grabbed Gazzy's hand and pulled him up, walking towards the door. Gazzy went over to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"U-um bye Jah," Gazzy stuttered, he looked as if he was cursing himself internally. I just smiled, winking at Gazzy.

Stokeley groaned and cried into one of the couch pillows, drawing both mine and Gazzy's attention.

Gazzy giggled and I rolled my eyes, hugging Gazzy. "Bye Gaz. See you next time,"