Chris.
I was out partying with my niggas, OHB, Tyga, Scott, French, a whole bunch of people. I was trying my hardest to be on my best behavior.
Do you know how hard it is to wait 6 weeks to have sex!
Yes the head is amazing but I need some fucking pussy man!
I'm growing impatient and I'm trying to keep the old me tucked away.
It's like I got the little devil and angel on my shoulder.
But the scary thing is they both telling me to go handle business!
What's pissing me off even more is her 6 weeks is up but she won't let me touch her until she get her check up.
I had a countdown on my phone.
As soon as midnight hit, I rolled over and tried to slide right in but she's stopped me.
And I don't even know if she lost weight! All she walk around in is baggy clothes. My jogging pants and my t-shirts
I'm sick of this shit!
The whole time I'm in this club I'm tryna think about being faithful and staying on the right path.
Until.....
All I saw was a fat ass poking out of a dress looking like it was painted on.
That black leather dress was calling my name. Hair down her back. What that face looking like though?
The booty was just calling me though! "Chris, Chris, come grab me."
"Damn" I rubbed my chin.
"You like what you see my nigga?" French asked.
"Man, do I? I'm tryna be good tonight but this shit is hard."
"Yo girl ain't here, what she don't know won't hurt her."
He right....
I can't do that to my baby though
But I need some.
Fuck it!
I just gotta keep this as lowkey as I can!
I was about to tell my bodyguard to get her but she was gone.
"Nigga don't listen to this fool! That's yo kid moms you can't play her for some thirsty ass club hopping bitch." Red said.
Red and Sabrina cool so I know he ain't gone let me fuck up.
"You right man I'm good." I said. "But I can look right?"
"Looking won't hurt, just don't touch." Red said.
"You know what? I think Ima go." I said.
I gotta get away from all these thirst traps. I can't take this shit no more.
"Awww man you let Bri turn you soft." French said.
"And what's wrong with being soft for yo girl." A familiar voice behind me said.
I turned around and my god.
It was the girl in the dress.
It was my fiancé!
"Damn nigga!" French said. "I ain't know Bri was stacked like that!"
"Aye chill fool."
"Naw don't try to drool over me after you just encouraged my man to cheat."
