In Love with a Las Vegas Outlaw by Londyn Lenz

Author:Londyn Lenz [Lenz, Londyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Miss Candice Presents, LLC.
Published: 2020-03-20T20:00:00+00:00

Symba

“Aw shit, what’s wrong?” Christian came in the kitchen of the house we rented and lived in together.

“Nothing,” I answered and immediately she knew I was lying.

“Bitch, bye. Something is wrong. You making a pot of greens so I know something got’chu tight.”

Christian was right, anytime I was stressed, angry, annoyed or even in my feelings about anything, I would cook a big ass pot of greens. I’ve been like this since my mommy taught me how to make them when I was thirteen. It always calms me; the smell is everything and I make the best pot you’ve ever tasted. I only make them two ways, with two strips of bacon or a smoked turkey neck. I preferred bacon because it seasons better, but either way, when I cook them I feel better.

“I can’t stand men,” I blurted out while stirring my pot. “Actually, I hate light skin niggas. I swear I do. They don’t do shit but give you a headache and try on your panties when you go to work.” I placed the lid on my pot and opened my refrigerator.

Christian was laughing so hard. “Don’t talk about my light skin boos. They are like harmless puppies. It’s the dark skin ones that lie, black ass bitches.” Now we both were laughing.

“What happened?” She asked me.

I opened the oven to check my cornbread. I normally don’t cook shit else but greens, however, I was really annoyed.

“Ricky all in his feelings about me talking to someone else. But I told him to stop going through my phone looking for shit because he was going to get his feelings hurt. You know I don’t put locks on my phone because it’s pointless. I always forget the code and that shit is just dumb to me. Anyway, he didn’t believe me and now he isn’t talking to me.

So, there goes my free Janet Jackson tickets. Now I gotta pay the full price and you know I want VIP. I’m annoyed as hell,” I said slamming my oven door once I grabbed my cornbread out. I had the glaze I drizzle over it heating up on the stove.

Christian sat down at the kitchen table. “Why did you play him Symba? He was cool as hell. Good job, fine and knew how to hang with your smart mouth.”

“I play every man I get with; you know that. I don’t make these niggas fall into a bag of fucks given.” I tasted some of my greens and they were perfect.

“Auntie it was cute and funny when you were nineteen. Now you’re twenty-four and I watch some of these men feelings really get hurt. This shit gon’ come back around and bite you in that big ass booty of yours.”

I went up to her and started twerking all on her side.

“Eww get this big ass stinky booty off me,” she joked, trying to push me. “You can play and ignore me all you want. One day you will be the one who trips and falls in a bag of fucks given,” she stated.

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