They always say "the good gets fucked over." Love is a beautiful thing. Having someone who you truly love and you have a deep connection with is good for the soul. Until a secret make headlines, leaving you with a broken heart and lost of your soulm...
"People are selfish Some are selfless All in all they're self constricted Some like to help While others turn their backs"
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Malakhi Davis Tempo Dulce Downtown Georgia Saturday, May 15 __________
"Y'all kidding me right? Is this what the fuck goes on in here like this?" I asked looking around before my eyes meet with his face. Dropping my head, laughs left my chest as I walked towards him, pulling him up. "Talk."
He nodded but never said anything letting me know he was gone off that shit again. I dropped him shaking my head. "Yo' meet me in my office." I said simply. Easton got up laughing heading into the back mumbling to himself.
"It's... 3:22 am. If you work here, clean up and then get the fuck out. Babygirl, let me get some Hennessy." She blushed at the pet name. She gave it to me and I winked making her look away smiling.
I'm a tease. I like teasing these hoes into believing something that they'll never get or be. It's wrong but that how I am. Having many hoes ain't me. The thought of being a player and fucking off with many girls ain't at all fun. It'll only get you fucked up or caught up.
Tricy, a girl i've been fucking off with for a few months not nothing special but she's like a friend. First it was just sex, then feelings got involved, something that I wasn't thinking bout at first. I mean we just occasionally get off here and there so how did feelings come about?
I see Tricy as someone who is like my girl but not. The relationship we have is an open relationship. When we're together she's mine, then after she's someone else's girl.
Shaking her from my head, I took my time going to the my office. Anybody would be mad walking into their place of business and see fights, people fucking on the couches instead of in the private rooms and the suppose to be manager high as a kite getting his dick sucked.
"What I tell you bout smoking that shit E? You tryna get buried six under?" I ask staring at my high ass friend. "Then you so damn gone that you got the club looking like what the fuck!" I yelled.
He started laughing throwing his head back.
"Mane Khi, fuck this club. I don't want to always be in here when there's big wild booties and wendy williams tits walking around. I'm tryna get my balls went and dipped in something warm." He shrugged.
"Fuck this club, oh word? And Ion want you just sitting, go out and do yo thing but at the end of the day, you're suppose to be the manager. What if niggas from the North came in here?" I stressed cause I don't care what he do as long as our place of business straight first.
