Three's The Clique by Jackson Nicole

Author:Jackson, Nicole
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole Jackson Presents
Published: 2023-01-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“Nah, man. Don’t tell me to stop fucking yelling, when you steady blowing my fucking phone up!” Drizzy fussed, as he rummaged through his refrigerator, searching for a bottle of water.

“I keep calling you, cause I want answers,” Sam argued. “You just stopped fucking with me for no reason, and I wanna know why.”

“Cause, man. You too much for me. All that arguing you be on. That jealous shit. Fucking with a nigga’s phone. Accusing me of wanting to fuck everybody. That shit got old. Quick.”

“So, I aint catch you watching my cousin, Drizzy? A few times, at that.”

“Mannn,” he drawled. “Say, God gave me eyes to look, right?”

“So, it’s cool to stare at my fucking cousin?”

“Did I say that?”

“Shit, basically you did.”

“Okay, then, if you feel that way, then why even call me? Why try to fuck with a nigga, if you believe that he be looking at your cousin, Sam? Make that shit make sense.”

The phone grew silent, as he grabbed a bottle of water.

“Hell-o?” he chimed, while closing the fridge.

“Drizzy, do you even care about me?” Sam questioned solemnly.

“Honestly?” He took a sip of water.

“Yeah, honestly.”

“Okay. The truth is…I’m over this shit. I really wish that you quit calling my phone. Go fuck with them other niggas. I’m good, baby.”

“Nigga, fuck you!” Sam heatedly lashed.

Chuckling, Drizzy ended the call.

“Damn, that was cold,” Lira swore, startling him.

“The fuck?” Instinctively, he jumped back. “I aint hear your ass come in.”

“I know,” she smirked. “You was too busy arguing with Sam. With ya dog ass.”

He furrowed his brows. “My dog ass?”

“Yep.” She nodded. “How you standing on it, when you know that you’re actually guilty of her accusations?”

“Cause none of that shit matters. I’m telling her that Ion want her. That’s really all the answers she needs. That’s as real as I can give her. She just gotta learn how to listen.”

Lira shook her head. “That’s wild, cause her own mama always preaches about never letting a man tell you that he don’t want you more than once.”

“Is that right?” he openly looked her up and down.

She was clad in a short biker shorts, a sports bra, and Jordans, looking sexy as fuck.

“Yep.”

“Where you been?”

She hooded her eyes. “I already told you.”

“Tell me again.”

She sighed. “I went to Tamia’s job.”

“Tamia? That’s your lil’ gay home girl, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Y’all be fucking around?”

She frowned. “Ewe. Hell, no.”

He leaned his head sideways. “So, you and ole girl never got down before?”

She sucked her teeth. “Fuck no. Ion like bitches.”

He pursed his lips. “Yeah, okay, Lira. You trying to entice somebody with them shorts on.”

“Nah, you got me confused with them other hoes. I bought the shit, so I decided to wear it. Simple.”

“Is that right?” he asked, as he approached her.

“Yep.”

“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “You ready to lay down?”

“Yep.”

He smiled. “You gon sit on it?”

“Yep.”

“You gon cream on it too?”

“Yep.”

“What about swallowing it?”

She smirked. “Every single drop.”

“Oh shit,” he laughed, before abruptly scooping her up, lifting her off her feet.

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