Jada barged into the house wearing a pair of black leggings, a designer blouse which exposed a hint of cleavage and huge Jackie-O sunglasses. Jada looked damn good and even though Shamari’s dick became rock solid when he laid eyes on her, she’d never find out. Wearing all new clothing that another man had purchased. The nerve of that bitch! She sat on the sofa and he sat on an armchair across from her. They stared at each other for about five minutes before she finally said, “I thought you wanted to talk to me so badly. Now that I’m here, you ain’t got shit to say?”
“You’re right, I don’t know what to say.”
There was another two-minute pause and she said. “Well I’m going to get something to drink.”
“There ain’t shit in here to drink. No bottled water. Nothing.”
“When I left there was some Riesling in the fridge.”
“Oh yeah, it’s still there.”
She headed to the kitchen and he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about sex but those leggings made her ass look so amazing. He thought about the doctor fucking her from behind. He wondered if she had rode his dick reverse cowboy. Did she like him to call her names like slut, whore, and bitch the way she liked Shamari to do? Did she suck his dick? Did she hum on his balls? These thoughts were driving him mad. Seconds later Jada came back with some Riesling in a champagne flute.
She sat across from him with the wine glass in her hand and the ridiculous-ass Jackie-0 glasses on her face. He wanted to laugh. Who the fuck did she think she was, Halle Berry? Or maybe she thought she was white since she was fucking a white man.
“So tell me, Jada?”
She sipped from her wine glass. “Tell you what?”
“How long you been fucking this man?”
“What you tombout?”
“Don’t play stupid, bitch.”
“Look, it’s not what you think?”
“You don’t know what I think.”
“You’re right. I don’t know what you think.”
“I think you’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”
“Not a lot.”
“He’s been giving you gifts?”
“Sometimes.”
“For sex.”
“Gifts for sex is prostitution.”
“I know how much you like money.”
“Doesn’t mean I would fuck for things. If I fucked around on you, it would be because I wanted to fuck around, not because I could be bought.”
Jada just couldn’t bring herself to admit to cheating on Shamari even though it was obvious that she’d been fucking around with the doctor.
“What were you doing with this man?”
She set the champagne flute on a coaster that was on the table.
Shamari said, “Will you take those stupid-ass glasses off. I wanna look you in the eye.”
She removed the glasses and set them on the table beside the coaster.
“Why, Jada?”
“Why what?”
“Why the motherfuckin’ disloyalty?”
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Short StoryXX WARNING ! WON'T BE ABLE TO READ SOME PART'S UNLESS YOU ARE FOLLOWING ME ! XX .Lani, Starr and Jada are girlfriends to some of Atlanta's biggest drug dealers but they are friends. Proceeds from drug dealing allow them to live a fabulous lifestyl...
