Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
"Babe. I don't know what shoes to wear," Nadia sighed.
"I don't know either," Khalil rolled his eyes.
"Here we go," Nadia put them down. "What's the problem now Khalil?"
"You. You're my fucking problem,"
"What I do now?" She rolled her eyes, folding her arms.
"What haven't you done Nadia? You could at least sign me a nurse if you weren't gonna help me. I can't do shit by myself and I'm literally suffering here, but you're worrying about some fucking shoes. Get the fuck on," Khalil sighed.
"Babe you know I'm trying to help you the best way I c—"
"When's the last time I ate? Hmmm? Can't answer it can you? I can't do shit in this chair,"
"Look Khalil. I'm not obligated to help you. I'm not a nurse or aid," She folded her arms.
"You're completely right, but why haven't you called me a damn nurse? You're letting me suffer here,"
"Why can't YOU call a fucking nurse. Last time I checked—"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Khalil yelled and she gasped. "GET YOUR SHIT—MATTER FACT NO CAUSE I PAID FOR IT! GET THE FUCK OUT YO! WE DONE!" Khalil yelled as she was gonna argue but she just walked out of his bedroom door, slamming it.
Khalil tried his best to roll over to his phone. "Aye uhh T-Tamera?"
"Wassup Khalil? It's 12 in the morning. You should be in the bed,"
"Well uh I can't. I'm in so much fucking pain it was hard even getting over to my phone so I could call you,"
"Where's Nadia at?"
"We just broke up,"
"Damn. So I'm the rebound huh?" She asked and he stayed silent.
"Just playing," She chuckled. "But why didn't you call a nurse or something?"
"Cause they'll be in my fucking business. We don't have nurses at our clinic yet and I can't call one from the hospital, because they'll question me. And they'll ask why I didn't go to a hospital, and how I got on two casts," He said and Tamera sighed because he had a good point.
"Aight, I'm coming. Matter fact you gon come to my house cause your penthouse is very bad to be injured in,"
"Why you say that?"
"Dude you're in a wheelchair. And it's not like you have an elevator in your penthouse,"
