"Let me show you how to love yourself the way that I love you baby."
What happens when the girl that deems herself invisible is finally seen by someone she thought would never look her way? Will he teach her how to love not only herself but him as w...
I know I'm late but 11:11 is that gworl! It's soo good 🥹 I'm so proud of him. He been on necks all year! Did yall go to the tour? I did and a time was had! I might post some of my clips on my writer's ig. Read a/n at the end to hear more about that.
Enjoy ❤️
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Kasim
Hearing the phone ring for the hundredth time I release a breath of frustration as her voicemail picks up again. Was I going to leave another voicemail that she wasn't going to return or wash my hands of this shit like I should've done the first time she ignored my ass? I ain't never been this desperate for a female to answer my calls in my life. The shit had me looking desperate as fuck at this point. Hearing the beep from her voicemail brought me out of my thoughts.
"Baby please just talk to a nigga. I been blowing your shit up for weeks. Leaving voicemails. Got me over her sounding like Dom sap ass the way I'm begging on your voicemail everyday." I sigh as I run my hand down my face with the hand that isn't holding the phone up to my ear. "Just hit me back please so I can apologize and we can start over." I said slouching down on the couch finally hanging up the phone feeling even more defeated than before.
"Fuck!" I yell throwing my phone on the couch beside me. It had been at least two months since that shit went down on my birthday and Justine was not fucking with my ass at all. I damn near called her everyday the first couple of weeks. Then that turned into me calling weekly and leaving voicemails. I been so desperate that I even called her mom, but she told me in so many words that Justine said I could go fuck myself.
I ain't realize how much I missed her ass until we wasn't speaking everyday. Before this shit went down we damn near talked everyday. If it wasn't us on the phone then we were texting each other. I guess I can finally admit that she meant more to me than I led everyone to believe. I just wasn't ready to be somebody's full time nigga. That shit require to much of me, and I'm honest in knowing my flaws. Monogamy ain't for me. I've tried the shit and I end up fucking shit up everytime. I ain't want to hurt Justine like I've done women in my past, but it seems like I did that shit anyway.
After sitting here staring into space for a few minutes, I am knocked out of my thoughts by my ringing phone. I smirk once seeing who it is calling me.
"Vanessa, Vanessa, Vanessa." I sang into the phone hearing her giggle lightly which caused a faint smile to appear on my face. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" I say as I reposition myself on the couch to get more comfortable. I was just in my feelings now I'm entertaining somebody else. This is exactly why I know monogamy ain't for the kid.
I'm honestly surprised to hear from Vanessa after she ghosted a nigga after Kevin and Dreka's wedding. She and I you could say got quite acquainted at the reception. I honestly wasn't planning for it to happen, but after Rae and Dom left the reception I really ain't have nobody to fuck with so as I was about to make my way to my room I saw Vanessa sitting at a table by herself. Me being the gentleman I am decided to walk my ass over there to see why she was sitting by herself and the rest is history. She was a dope chick with good conversation. Several glasses of champagne and a few wandering hands later led to her hands gripping her ankles as I dug her out in my shower.
