Page 35 of Forbidden Love

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I laughed under my breath and crossed my legs.

“It means you out here bragging like Sol ain’t some kingpin ass nigga. He got lots of bitches that he makes feel the same way. You not nothing special to that man. He the same kind of nigga Ramsey was, only difference is Sol got more money and better connections. That quick, over some dick you done forgot what happened to Ramsey and what comes with dating men like them.” I chuckled dryly.

Her eyes narrowed and I kept going. It was my every intention to slice this bitch joy before she got way to ahead of herself.

“Bitch, what?—”

“You finally had the chance to do better. That doctor? Larae? Fine, educated, with a real future. He the type to marry a bitch. You chose to run to Sol…An everybody ass nigga with community dick.” I doubled down, cutting her the fuck off.

“Larae was nice, but he was corny as hell…still in love with his baby momma. With a small ass dick!” She spat.

Yeremy’s caramel complexion turned a shade red. She sat up and tilted her head to the side as she stared at me like I had shit on my face.

“You really be sounding like a hating ass bitch. That’s why I tell Shardae more than I tell you. Every single time I tell you some shit, don’t matter if it’s good news or bad, you respond with some negative, hating ass shit.”

“Girl, don’t get in your feelings because I’m simply telling you what you don’t want to hear about your naïve, desperate ass decisions.” I snapped back.

“You think Casper gone be proud that his daughter is out here chasing the same type of nigga? Better yet…a nigga that’s like his fucking nephew! Close to incest ass bitch.” I giggled.

“Oh, I guess you think that this shit ends differently this time around…” I pressed on.

“Daddy Casper?—”

“Bianca, shut the fuck up forreal, bitch. Don’t insult me if you not ready to rumble with me. You just a bitter ass bitch. Mad cause Sol didn’t choose you at the club. You don’t think I don’t know about you fake liking Fatz? Cooking for him and being a little freak nasty bitch just to be content with him dropping money on you any time you ask. That’s the difference between you and I bitch. I work for my money, so if I want to lay on my back when I clock out of work and get dicked down by a rich nigga, I can. You mad hoe, cause ain’t no nigga checking for you forreal like that. Maybe a nigga would like you more or even fall in love if you wasn’t such a selfish, jealous, money-hungry ass bitch!” She yelled at the top of her lungs.

I remained quiet, my leg started to tap as anger took over all of my thoughts and started to consume me.

“Bitch yo words don’t bother me. Niggas love obese hoes, I heard they suck dick better and hold on to a man the longest cause not too many niggas checking for them. To be real, niggas only checking for you because of Casper. You don’t know what’s real or fake. At least with that doctor nigga, he didn’t know who daddy Casper was.”

“You really a hating ass bitch? You want to be me hoe.” Yeremy squinted her eyes, her fists balled up at her sides.

I decided to take it down a notch because one thing about Yeremy…her big ass could throw down when it came to fighting.

“Don’t flatter yourself, bitch. As a friend?—”

“Nah, you was never my friend. Everything you saying about niggas using me because of Casper is all you in a nutshell. You still got this place because of me. When you all out of niggas to pay the bills around here or don’t have a video shoot set to work for, you on my line begging. It’s really the only time I hear from you.”

“Now that’s not true.” I shook my head.

“It is true, bitch.” Yeremy rocked back and forth, something she did when she was ready to pounce.

“I think we just saying shit out of anger.” I chuckled nervously.

“I just hate that you settle, Yeremy. You the type that will throw away everything good for some dick and danger that you truly not ready for. You always ruining shit for yourself. Just like with Ramsey…If Casper was my dad, I’d sit my ass down somewhere and be the true princess that I am. Instead, you chasing niggas that’s not worth your time. Then when you fall from being heart broke, I’m the bitch that’s there picking up your tears and struggling to help put you back together.” I spat.

“You ain’t picking up shit! You hope I fall so you can feel better about being empty, bitch!” She stood then snatched her purse off the couch.

“I love you, Yeremy.” I simmered with anger, trying to control the next set of words that dared to fall from my mouth.

I wanted to hurt this bitch, since she thought she was so superior and better than me.

“Whatever makes you feel better, you bottom of the barrel ass bitch. You and I ain’t got shit to ever talk about. Fuck you.”

Chapter 20

Yeremy

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