My New Girl

"hello..??"
i answered my phone sounding irritated. who the fuck was callin me at 4am they was bound to wake up my girl.
"i need you right now daddy"
the familiar voice said. i instantly knew who it was. India my girl best friend i knew she liked me but i never knew that she would even try me. I mean come on im her best friend boyfriend. But anyway india was every mans dream. She have the body every woman wants with her size 3 waist and her 6 pack abs with natural long shiny curls that dropped to her shoulders she is fine as fuck.
"are you drunk?"
i whisper suspiciously as i slowly unwrapped my arms from around Bre i kissed her cheek and quietly went into the living room.
"no i realize what i want please come over so we can talk." im thinking to myself like is she crazy if Bre catch us ill lose her. But i couldnt stop thinking about what india would taste like. i always had a crush on her i used bre to get close to her now here i am in love with the wrong one. maybe we should talk. Shit this was the whole reason for me getting with bre.
"alright ma. Here i come lettme throw some clothes on and you do the same."
"alright." she said. her voice was so soft and sweet i knew i had to have her.