|Issaiah Soul Love|
"No! That's not a valid reason, that's trifling as hell."
"Says the nigga that constantly has a rotation of girls. I haven't seen you in a relationship since we've met."
"Had yo ass taken me up on my offer then I would be in one." I fan Wes away and go grab some more snacks to bring back to the group.
Foreign and I decided to host a Christmas party for our friends. It's been a minute since we all got together and the wat Covid been fucking with our plans, this was well needed. I take a look around and smile loving this feeling of completeness wash over me. My friends are here, my family, and my soon to be husband. Life is great today.
"She was already taken nigga." Foreign cuts in grabbing a hold of me to place me on his lap.
"Not by yo ass." King interjects gaining laughs from all of us. Foreign sucks his teeth and shoots him a bird. I rub his arms and kiss his hand.
"Either way it go you ain't never have her."
"She know what it is. I'm next in line once you leave so watch your back." Wes looks over at me and winks. I burst out laughing. He always has to play.
"Next topic, who gives more men or women?" Denise says changing the subject getting all our minds wondering.
"Depends on the situation." Omega responds. Mummers of 'yeahs' erupts from us. It definitely depends on the situation.
"What are we referring to sex or how we are in relationships?"
"Both."
"Niggas definitely give more when it comes to sex." Rome inputs looking all of the ladies in the room. I fan him away and roll my eyes. Of course he'd think that, they all do.
"Duh, with all that shit y'all be talking, you better be able to back it up."
"Period, be talking big shit and the only thing big about you are those big lies coming from that big ass mouth." Merci and I slap hands. I'm glad I don't have that problem.
"What the fuck you slapping hands with her for, you know everything big over here." Foreign confronts me getting offended.
"If you know that then why are you in your feelings baby?"
"A hit dog will holler." Elle shoots back. I side eye Foreign and put my hair behind my ear.
"And I oop."
"Guys give more sexually and girls give more in the relationship. Niggas are quick to fuck and slow to communicate."
"Say it louder for those in the back."
"I don't want to waste my time on whack ass pussy."
"Wes, I can see you being that old ass nigga still trying to go after the young girls afraid to embrace his age."
"And?"
"And that's nasty and that's predatory behavior."
"As long as she's eighteen I'm good."
"Aight now when her daddy come to fuck you up don't call nobody in this room."
"That's cool. my nephew got me."
"Who?" Foreign and I ask in unison. I know damn well he's not talking about my son.
"Art."
"Not my damn son. You better get yours."
"We all three going to be throwing hands."
"Wes, don't play with me." I tell him annoyed that he's trying to bring my son into a hypothetical situation.
