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“Nah, I’m just the wrong bitch to play with. Should’ve done some homework, because my people will lay it down ‘bout me. Ask Khamere. He knows exactly how my daddy gets down.”

I exhaled, before speaking up. “But what’s the beef about? No matter what, I haven’t came at you sideways—”

“Jaylah, bitch, please!” She lashed, clearly recognizing my voice. “Just like your coward ass got all these people to address little ole me, then you could’ve easily called me like a woman. But I haven’t heard from you.”

“Cause she don’t owe you that much,” Riah interjected. “I keep telling my sister to stop being so nice to you groupie bitches. You was the one pressed to kick it withher. Then from my understanding, y’all never even physically hung out. Just chopped it up on the phone. So, what exactly does she owe you?”

“But did she tell y’all how she’d sit on the phone, listening to me talk about Khamere?”

“And I didn’t know that he wasmyMalice,” I argued.

“And Jaylah, wasn’t you giving this hoe relationship advice?:” Key questioned.

“Yep. Said that I saved their relationship.”

“Exactly,” Jhyrah concurred. “If you wanna be real, it sounds like you’re the only reason they even lasted for as long as they did. Sounds like he was attracted to your thoughts that she was merely implementing. Otherwise, that nigga would’vebeengone. And I don’t get how that’s not clicking. That nigga been unhappy and was probably walking around half-dead, sticking to what’s familiar.”

“I’m glad you bitches are trying to analyze me, like y’all aint got niggas who can be fucked,” Paisley spat.

“Well, seeing as how that dried up pussy cat couldn’t keep Malice, we damn sho aint worried about you fucking ours,” Key rebutted, causing us all to snicker.

“Nah, this pussy is a waterpark. Trust,” Paisley claimed. “Jaylah’s fat ass probably just like gobbling up that artery clogging food he loves to cook and that made him feel good about himself.”

Hearing that, I giggled. “I do be eating the hell out of the food he cooks. Was he making you breakfast in bed too? Or has he ever ate your pussy, after drizzling the syrup from a waffle on it? Cause he definitely has me spoiled. Like this morning. He fucked me, until I was screaming. Then he cooked me breakfast, before eatinghisbreakfast off my ass. And now? I’m sitting here in Saks, trying on shoes, while he’s carrying our fat ass baby around the store. Then I keep getting distracted by the Patek watch he just blessed my wrist with. So, I get it, and that’s why I been sparing you. Cause it gotta suck to know that he’s sliding that big dick into me every chance he gets.”

“And when I see your fat ass, I’ma slap a few pounds off your Teletubby ass!”

“Girl, fuck you,” I nonchalantly responded through laughter. “I gotta tell Malice about the power of his dick. Got a scary, lame hoe, thinking that she can really stand in the paint. I think you’re of the belief that because our money is longer that you’d have some type of physical advantage. But you gone fuck around and get tossed up.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Paisley scoffed. “I'ma catch you bitches in traffic.” She ended the call.

Everybody on the phone exploded with laughter.

“I know that bitch is heated,” Key snickered. “She’s gonna be thinking about this conversation for days to come.”

“I know, right?” I smirked. “Even though I really didn’t wanna take it there.”

“Well, you better shake that guilty conscience off, because that hoe is doing way too much,” Jhyrah preached.

“I feel like you should get that hoe’s address,” Key suggested.

“Really, Key? Is it that serious?” I questioned.

“Hell, yeah. These bitches have taught me to take all threats seriously. You’re over there, probably thinking that she’s just talking, but to me, she sounds like somebody who’s ready to crash out about that dick.”

“True,” Jhyrah agreed. “I can make a call and have somebody go see her—”

“Nah. Y’all stand down. For now,” I interrupted.

“Alright,” Jhyrah sighed. “Don’t say that I didn’t tell you so.”

“And we still gone ride, regardless,” Key added.

“True,” both of my sisters said in unison.

I smirked. “I know. But on another note, I am still shopping. So, I’ll call y’all tonight.”

“Okay,” they responded simultaneously.