A Staten Island Love Letter 2 by Jahquel J

Author:Jahquel J [J, Jahquel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Chapters Publications
Published: 2019-02-25T05:00:00+00:00

8

Myla

I was on my laptop as I watched my boyfriend sleeping peacefully beside me. His chest heaved up and then down, and he let out an occasional groan. Whenever I couldn’t sleep, I would grab my laptop to get some work done on. I had a few clients that were waiting for confirmation emails, so I made sure to send those out. My clients meant the most to me because they trusted me to do their hair. Today was my off day and I planned to lay in bed, suck some dick and take some dick all day. Tomorrow, my calendar was filled with the most fly chicks in Staten Island. There were other stylist in Staten Island that could do hair, but I was the best. Only fly bitches came and got their hair slayed by me. They didn’t complain about the price or how booked I was, they understood that good work was worth paying and waiting for.

Shutting my laptop, I placed it on my side table and got up from the bed. I sighed when I saw my boyfriend’s clothes sprawled all over the floor. Shaking my head, I grabbed up his clothes and headed into my laundry room. I knew once he woke up, fucked and had some food, he was going to be headed right back into the streets. The least I could do was let him back into the world with clean clothes. I turned the washer on and started to empty his pockets. His clothes reeked of weed. My boyfriend was the type that could finish a whole blunt and then roll another one right after it. Weed was what kept him mellow, so I made sure I kept the cabinet in my living room stocked with the strongest weed, roll up and some henny, in case he wanted to give me some dick after he got lit.

I took his stacks of money and placed them on the dryer and grabbed the rest of the shit out of his pockets. He had change, lighters and a bunch of receipts. Behind the receipts was a folded sonogram. This wasn’t a little alien on a sonogram, this was an entire damn baby ready to be born. I looked in the right-hand corner and saw the mother’s name.

“Kiss Mooney? Where did I hear that name from?” I pondered to myself. See, I knew I was pissed because I had started talking to myself. “Matter fact, I’m gonna go ask this nigga right now,” I tossed his Balmain jeans into the washer with the cash I had taken out, and poured Clorox into the washer and turned to leave the laundry room.

I walked into my bedroom hot as fuck because I was pissed as fuck with him. He had the nerve to be laying up in my bed, fucking me and got another bitch pregnant. I walked right over to his side of the bed and lifted my size eleven foot and kicked him right in his shit.

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