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Y/N thinks I love her. Well, I don't. I sleep with a lot of women, and she doesn't even know it. She is a clueless bitch that I don't even know why I have around. But, what's really been on my mind is that ever since her and my friend, Ray, met, they've been so close like they were friends since the womb. I'm kinda worried, cause nowadays, they're getting a little too close. They better not be fucking around. I hope they're not fucking around. Are they fucking around?? That's all I thought about while I was fucking Marisa. Now, I'm on my way home. When I pull up my street, I can already see Ray's yellow Charger all the way over here. He better not be in there. If I find out he's in there fucking my bitch, I'm gonna pimp slap him like he's my hoe. I walk in, and see that its exactly what I've been thinking it was. I could hear Y/N's moans for Ray all the way down here. I stomped up the stairs, threw my suitcase, and barged through the door. Took them 10 seconds to even acknowledge my presence. Ray hopped off of Y/N, and smirked. My left eye twitched. Did he really wanna test me?! Y/N just sat there and stared at me like she didn't even care.
