-How was it ever broken?-
I DM'ed Ziggy back before cranking up my car. I put my seat belt on before taking the route back to my place.
(next day)
ziggy
"Nigga why you smiling so hard?" Big Mike asked, looking over my shoulder as I hid my phone, sliding it in my pocket. "Nigga Nothing, now pass the blunt!" I tried to hide the slightest amount of joy that I had just from Chloe messaging me back.
We had been chatting all day and I could honestly say, she has yet to bore me and that was unusual considering how quickly I lose interest.
*Unknown Number*
-I miss you baby-
I looked over the text message before wondering who it could be. I knew it could only be someone from the past but the fact that I didn't save numbers made this all the more difficult trying to solve who was hitting my phone without having to ask .
I miss you too baby girl, what you up to now?
I texted back, waiting for any remote hint.
-Just finishing up this paperwork for Dave, you know how he gets when his cases are out of order.
The anonymous number replied.
-Yeah, ma, know how that nigga is, I can come over?
I responded still very lost. Usually when it's this many women a persons dealt with, they start keeping track.
- Nooo, I just told you , last week my mother was coming over. -
I frowned.
Who the fuck is this person texting my phone.
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Punishment
RandomShe was known for her vibrant ways of marking territory, letting the public know what was hers. She didn't have a care in the world about how the world thought. She was hypersexual.
