We gon pretend she's still dating YG
Kehlani POV
"So... when's the next time I can come over?" y/n asked from under me. I was laying on her chest and rubbing her stomach.
"You know he'll probably jump you if he finds out right?"
"Okay and? He's cheating on you too? Matter fact... he cheated on you first now that I think about it. You're lucky I don't stay until he comes back so I can beat his ass"
"Y/n/n don't do that..."
"Mmtch the people that jump other people are punks that don't know how to fight for themselves."
"Baby..."
"What?"
"Why are you so upset?"
"No reason just forget it" she moves me off of her and slides out the bed and grabs her boxers and slides them on and then puts on her pants.
"Where's my belt?"
"Why are you leaving so early?"
"What's today?"
"Sunday? Why?"
"Adeya should be home soon." She does a burpee kinda to check under the bed and I'm guessing she found it. We sort of used it to tie my hands behind my back while she fucked the shit out of me from behind...
"Oh shit... yea I almost forgot"
"Mhm..." She looked around for her shirt and then walked by the bathroom and checked in there. She found it and walked back in and put it on.
"Wait come here there's something on you"
Sike...
"Where?"
"Just come here so I can take it off"
She walks up to me while the shirt is hanging from her neck and I pull her by her belt buckle and pull her onto the bed.
"Kehlani stop" she whined but I laid her down and got ontop of her, sitting on her waistband.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm cool. It's whatever forget it" she starts to keep putting on her shirt but I take it right back off and throw it to the side.
"You're wrinkling my shirt..."
"It was wrinkled when you were fucking me in your car when you picked me up from the studio."
"whatever. Watch it" she tapped my waist but I leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
"Why? Come on what's wrong. She won't be here until like 3"
"Adeya isn't the problem Kehlani. But you wouldn't understand that" she chuckled softly and moved me off of her.
"Then what is the problem?"
