No Broken Hearts

Chapter 23

                                                             Jimmi

??: I dont like the fact that this bitch is having your baby

Me: Trust me she dont like it either 

??: Then why she still having it.. Like Abort Bitch

Me: Dont say that shit around me 

??: Well, she need to get the fuck on forreal

Me: How about you get the fuck on forreal. 

Annoying as fuck..Im at the studio with a couple of my homeboys and we chilin. We listening to some new beats, smoking a lil Jane, popping a lil patron, we got a couple stripper hoes up in here.. everything cool.. Until my regular stripper hoe Lizzie wanna get all up in my business 

Lizzie: So is you her dating 

Me: No.why is that any of your concern 

Lizzie: Cause your my concern Baby

Me: Bitch please..just shake yo ass for this Benjamin 

Lizzie: Whatever 

Hoes these days

 Swae

??: I knew y'all could fuck some shit up with that song
Me: I know even tho during the writing process she ain't say shit to me bossman
Mike: Word?
Me: Yup but I guess she got alot of shit off her Chest when she yelled at me about love
Mike: That's good she shouldn't keep that type of shit in
Me: Right but I think after tonight we probably gon find some common ground
Mike: what's tonight?
Me: we going out to dinner to celebrate us finishing the song
Mike:...Your Celebrating doing what you do on a fucking daily basis?
Me:..Yeah but I think it's much more to it than that my Nigga
Mike: It is..trust me..if you play yo cards right y'all might get back together..
Me:.Nahh I ain't playing no cards..no games..just Nia And Swae..like it should be ..but Imma hit you up later..gotta get dressed
Mike: Ight stay up my Nigga

I hung up the phone then I went back to greasing my dreads..I gotta keep it sexy for her ..and I decided to wear half a fucking suit for tonight...I'm not wearing a full fucking suit ..kiss my ass with that..

I walked out the bathroom and I grabbed my black vest off the bed, and put it on..

I checked how I looked in the mirror one last time..

Me:..Damnnn Why God Had To Make Me Look So Damn Good

I walked out my room and I grabbed my keys to my Murdered Out BMW..This was the first car that me and Nia picked out together..and we fucked in the back seat...I hope she remember..

                              Nia

Susu: Why can't you curl your own hair again
Me: I can't reach the back of my head cause being pregnant makes your arms turn fat
Susu: Sure blame the baby for you eating every damn thing every fucking day
Me: Shut up
Susu: That outfit cute too
Me: Yeah I finally found a nice dress that doesn't make me look like Michelle Obama with Operas arms.
Susu:😂😂😂 you stupid bro...Finished

I looked at myself in the mirror..she did it look decent

Me: Decent
Susu: Fuck you bro