"Don't act like I'm average."

Introduction.

Introducing.. Brent faiyaz x youngboy, "don't act like I'm average."

This story will contain, toxic behavior, sexual scenes,  and many other things that may be unsuitable for some readers. Viewer discretion is advised.

It's been about three weeks since I talked to someone other than my ex, Kevin gates. I wouldn't say I miss him, I just miss the way he was so easily hypnotized by my manipulations. I miss the times when I had so much power over someone, missing the ways when he always fed into my huge ego.

Whenever he was ready to quit our relationship, this horrible but addicting relationship, all I had to do was give him my sweet kisses and whisper my beautiful but fake compliments into his ear.

He couldn't resist my charms. Which makes me chuckle at times. Knowing that he wasn't capable enough to leave me.

He saw me as someone who didn't mean it, but in reality I did.

I meant all of it.

After all the tears I wiped down his face, Convincing him to ignore the real world, pulling him into a false but beautiful illusion, he finally left..

Left me, myself, and I.

I couldn't care less.

Something is just feeling off without him.
I mean, yeah I'm glad he's gone, but now I'm all alone in my three story condo. Having no one to entertain me. Having no one to feed into my ego.

It was so boring. I craved for control over someone, for power, for dominance.

I've been finishing bottle after bottle of this expensive wine every night. My Love life went downhill ever since Kevin left.

But It was honestly so relieving to drop this stupid act I had with Kevin gates.

I hated putting on a fake face to keep him with me, those stupid fucking acts irritated the shit out of me.

But now I can be myself, drink all I want without having anyone to cheer up nor apologize to.

But at the end of it I was glad to see him manipulated by my gestures. Glad to see him fall for my tricks.

But now I went back to my good ole days. Those sweet, good, ole days..

Including talking to other hoes!

Sometimes I even hit up my friends to see if they have any hoes available. Which I'm coincidently doing now.

"Nah, sorry Brent. I ain't got anyone that you'll lik-"

My friend actually cut himself off for the first time. He was.. surprised?

"Bro? Look at this one, he kinda bad too." My friend continued.

"Shit, and he single too." My friend laughed.

"The fuck? Come on man, just give me his insta already!" I said impatiently. I just wanted to see what was all the hype about. Who could possibly be so good?

"Alright, alright, alright! You ain't gotta do all that you know? Damn."

"Whatever." I ignored his suggestion.

"Okay, it's @nba_youngboy"

These were the pictures included on his Instagram

Damn.. I could get lost in those eyes to be honest. Those skinny, black, tight jeans turned me on. The way his tattoos line up on his arms made me blush hard.

The way he stuck his tongue out in one of the pictures amazed me. His red jump suit fit him nice and well. His body was.. fine as fuck!

All of the things I could do to him... shit!

What the hell is going on with me? Am I actually catching feelings? Or is it just all of the alcohol in my system? Come on Brent get yourself together. He's just another one of those hoes, right?

I bit my lip from my sexual thoughts, smirking at the pictures posted on his Instagram.

"Damn, he fine." I finally replied.

"I know right? I think you'll like him. We talked a few times but not that much to know his full personality. I just know he would love someone like you from all of the context clues I concluded from our previous conversations."

"Shit.." I sucked my teeth, smirking at the screen, showing pictures of that fine ass boy.

A few more minutes later me and my friend decided to hang up.

Saying goodbye to each other.

At the end of the day I was truly amazed by this so called "youngboy." His slim but curvy edges against his body were exactly my type.

I could ruin his life with my toxic traits so easily.

damn.. I was even daydreaming about me having him crying, trying to leave, tired of my games, then me convincing him to stay at the end of the day.

This... this is going to be fun.

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