BPT- A YG LOVE STORY

Ch. 11

*YG*
"Skirt skirt on a bitch nigga, how much time do you got for a rich nigga? I need action while relaxin and a bitch that know gymnastics so she can divide her legs on this dick like a fraction." I was into the song but I looked up and saw that my ex girl Kamiyah was here. I walked out the booth. "What'chu doin here?" . "I just thought I'd drop by" she said. "Oh really" I smirked. "Okay so maybe I want something. Well, more like NEED something.". "And what would dat be?" I asked. "You" she replied, kissing me. I pushed her off. "Woah look Kamiyah I'm bout to get married.". She looked up at me. "Exactly, so live a little before you do." She pulled my pants down and started suckin. Dats when I gave in.
*Chass*
Niyahs in bed and Keenon hasn't come home yet. I've called him but he won't answer me. I waited and about 10 minutes later he finally texted me saying "almost home". I rolled my eyes and waited. He walked in a few minutes later. "Where you been Keenon?" I asked suspiciously. "I been at the studio, I did a lot of songs and remixed some old ones just for fun. Sorry I ain't answer yo calls I had my phone on silent.". "Mhm" was all I said. I went and took a shower and Keenon came into the bathroom. "Is there room for 2?". "Nope, I'm getting out anyway" I replied, turning the water off . I got out and put on a shirt then got some blankets and took my pillow to the living room. Keenon followed me "what'chu doing ma?". "I'm sleeping in here, you can sleep alone" I snapped. "Whatever man, you bullshittin'." He walked in the bedroom and slammed the door. I rolled my eyes and turned over and watched tv until I finally fell asleep.