A Birmingham Love Story 3 (A Birmingham Loe Story) by Yasmine W

Author:Yasmine W. [W., Yasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ms. Neicy
Published: 2016-05-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Tink

Trina ft. Kelly Rowland-Here we go again

“Here we go. Here we go again! Now you telling me she is just a friend? Why she calling you at three o’clock in the morning? I can’t take this no more.”

“Vezzy who is that calling your phone this late at night?” I asked him.

This past last week this nigga’s phone rung more than a hundred times. Every time I asked his ass who the fuck it was he ignored me. Tonight is no different. Lord as my witness, if this muthafucka was cheating on me, I’mma leave and not look the fuck back. Chris had been on some more than friends shit lately and I swear I was on a thin line of accepting. I’m very fucking sick and tired of this shit with Vendell’s dog muthafucking ass.

“Yo, why the fuck you always tripping on me and shit. You that fucking insecure you think a nigga still cheating? My fucking phone ringing but I’m in the bed with your stupid ass every fucking night. Man, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep,” he snapped going back to sleep. This muthafucka got me fucked up! I thought to myself.

“I’m so tired of this shit with you! Let me get my ass out of here before I kill you,” I snapped. That got his damn attention because he was on his feet within five seconds. Whatever he was ‘bout to say he can keep it to his damn self. I got dressed and headed for the door.

“Get yo’ ass back in that muthafucking bed! It’s three o’clock in the fucking morning and you think you ‘bout to walk out this house. Tinika on my soul, shorty;, I’m not playing wit yo’ ass right now,” he gritted.

“Move out my fucking way, Vendell. I’m so sick of you and this shit you been doing to me. You act like you don’t give a fuck about me. You only fucking want me here because I’m what you know. I refuse to sit back and let you have your cake and eat it, too. That shit is not ‘bout to happen.”

I tried to push his big ass out my way, but the nigga didn’t move an inch. His nose flared and his ears got smoke coming out of them. I backed away from him because I didn’t know how this was going to turn out. I had never seen him this damn mad at me.

“I said get yo’ ass back in the fucking bed and go back to sleep. I’ve never put my fucking hands on you in my life, but I will gladly slap some sense into your fucking head. I’m not fucking cheating on you and I haven’t since the SheRita shit, so stop fucking accusing me. I’m getting real fucking tired of your insecure ass ways, Tinika. That’s what pushed me away the last fucking time,” he snapped.

“Muthafucka, you the reason I’m like this. All this shit is your fucking fault. But you know what, you right.

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