Remember that?
Without question, I could fuck something. And maybe I would. But right then…I was mourning the loss of the love of my life.
I’d been trying to wrap my mind around it, and readjust. But being free, and not having Babi there with me was fucking depressing.
I literally never imagined a life without her in it.
I didn’t wanna live without her. Shit, I shouldn’t have to.
And the fact that another nigga was going home to her was infuriating. Enraging.
And the fucked-up part about it was that I knew that Face wasn’t gonna just step back and let me have her.
Knew that before he popped up today. Because I knew who Babi was.
She was pure. Nothing like the average broad walking around.
So, when a man encounters such light…he’s immediately drawn in. Attracted. Like a moth to a fame.
So, if Face was no dummy, then of course he wanted to wife my bitch. Of course, he wanted kids with her. Naturally, he’d feel uneasy about my presence. And rightfully so. Cause I had plans for him. Even if I didn’t know what those plans were, at that very moment.
On the low, I’d call Babi for any small thing that crossed my mind. Had already spoken to her seven times that day, and decided that I’d reach out one more time, before that nigga was back at home, screening calls, and holding her phone hostage.
“Yesss, Too Low,” she unintentionally purred into the phone. “Damn. Sounds just like when I used to slide this dick in you.
Remember that?”
She huffed into the phone. “Too Low. We said that we wasn’t doing this.”
“I know, but you shouldn’t be sounding so fucking sexy.” She sighed. “How can I help you?”
“You can help me by letting me see you. Pull up.”