"what the fuck is wrong with you" He quietly asked himself looking in the sink mirror. "Get your shit together bro, you just met the girl." Not feeling like himself, Ramire turned on the faucet splashing cold water in his face.
Karma let out the b...
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Ramire Don Chauncey Woods
Ramire scoffed at the sound of Summer walker blasting blasting in the kitchen. It's been almost a week and his was patience slowly running low the fucking nerve of her. Karma has been giving him the cold shoulder since the day he had sex with Pandora. he didn't understand why she was upset--he wasn't having sex with her and they weren't together. In his mind he was only upset because she belonged to him and her to step out on that is upsetting and disrespectful. Ramire couldn't help his hypocritical nature, in his mind it all made sense.
sliding his Nike slides on his feet Ramire grabbed his phone, Macbook, and charger going downstairs where Karma resided. With each step he took the music gradually increased, causing the irritation to spread on his face. He didn't really know why he was irritated, it was just Karma was acting upset and he's no mind reader. As she came into view Ramire couldn't help but to watch as she washed dishes slowly swaying her hips to the music.
He could hear her reciting the song word for word. It made him feel some type of way, she can't listen to something else? He thought today was Saturday and the two had nothing planned except to be up under each other but their attitudes weren't cooperating. Ramire sat at the Island, putting his phone on the charger. Karma didn't bother to look at him and he hated it.
Fuck her, lil mad ass. Bet she ain't gonna say shit. He thought. Ramire wasn't going to say anything either, instead he put his airpods in, and Itunes automatically began playing thirsty from where Ramire left off. He opened his Macbook and continued on to his emails and scrolled through them, occasionally mumbling the lyrics.I wanna kiss you, girl, I wanna kiss you
Girl, I wanna love you Oh, am I moving too fast? Fuck that (Well, well, well) Your momma must have taught you well 'Cause you taste so purified Need to get it while it's hot cause I'm cold at times Open up to me and drop your guard, I need the proof
Constantly to know if you still have a heart'Cause a nigga done fucked up I feel like I lucked up at north side But hop in your car and bring it to me
Promise to love you, and obey And hit it more than once a day
GirlI say that genuinely
Fuck that bitch, it's what you say
Ramire smirked to himself, he must want me to get the girl pregnant, he thought listening o the lyics, though he figured Karma's attitude was coming from somewhere. Or maybe the Partynextdoor was giving him extra feels. It was as if Karma's hip swaying matched up perfectly with the beat on the song. Ramire watched as she her bend over moving her behind, not twerking--just moving it to the beat--effortlessly, while putting pots in the cabinet. He wondered if she felt him watching her, and if she was doing it for his attention. All he wanted at the moment was to bend her over the sink she stood in front of, and pull her by her pretty little hair while all 9 inches penetrated her soul, but whether or not that's what she wanted constantly rotated his mind.
