My Hoe

"So you just gone throw away all the shit we been through for that bitch ass nigga? You couldn't even keep it a buck with me. I had to find that shit out through social media" Brandon yelled as he barged into the condo I was currently staying in for the week in Boston.

I stayed put on my bed with a stale face as he got all up in my face.

"So you just gone sit here and not say shit? Zo told me he seen your ass in Boston but I thought he was tripping till I seen you walking in this bitch. Tf you got going on with Jayson Katherine? For real tell that shit to me straight so I can stop wasting my time." He now calmly said as I stood up to look up at him because his height was currently intimidating me.

I was on the verge of crying but I refused to let him see me cry.

"Why you still checking for me BI I told you I was here for a mf meeting, ain't nobody talking to Jayson we just friends. I ain't here for him." I smoothly said.

I was lying straight to his face and did not feel bad about hurting my first love's feelings as his face softened.

He rubbed his neck before he began twisting one of his braids as he sat down on my bed letting out a sigh.

"I gotta be tripping off some shit for real. I'm bugging, my fault shawty. Your ugly ass just up and left and ain't tell me you was making a trip and shit." He joked as he pulled me into him causing me to chuckle guiltily.

I glanced at the front door of the room with worried eyes before getting up to lock it and make my way back over on Brandon's lap.

"You really my hoe which your ugly ass" I said before squealing at the impact of Brandon's slap on my ass.

I leaned in and pecked his lips repeatedly only to get flipped over.

I got a few hours before Jayson came back.