《HUSTLER》Chapter 11
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Myra P.o.v:
These past few months have been good, that boy I had met in the elevator, his name his Devinn, we talk a lot but we are only friends.
Ronda and Kandi practically dragged me out the house, we are currently watching some niggas play basketball.
I recognize Khaos yellow ass, all his tattoos on full display, I can't stand his fine ass, most of these hoes out here been flirting with him.
I felt some type of way, I don't know why though. I dont like him and I never will. Khaos team was winning.
It was hot asf out here, I was fanning myself with a piece of paper I made into a fan.
That shit wasn't no help, I had on a tight fitted white dress, it was short in the front but long at the back.
I had my hair in jumbo box braids, and my edges were layed of course, I had on white sandals, my gold necklace and big hoop earrings to match.
Simple but cute.
Kandi had her hair in jumbo box braids as well, we was matching but she had on all black, my cousin was looking like a meal.
Ronda had her hair in 2 big feed-in braids, and had on some tight bootyshorts that had her ass cheeks hanging out with a black fishnet top and some black heels.
"Look at Khaos fine ass, I can't wait to suck his dick again" I looked over at Ronda.
I was about to say something but didnt, that's not my man, I dont give a fuck.
I seen Devinn and called him over here, a few people looked at me but I ignored them.
Devinn came over with a smirk on his face, I stood up so I could give him a hug, I stepped back a little and introduced him to Kandi and Ronda.
While he was talking to them I looked at his outfit, he had on some khaki shorts and a black polo shirt with the low black bred 11's. He also had a fresh hair cut.
I seen Khaos walking towards us, I rolled my eyes.
"Wassup Y'all" he smiled at me
Everybody greeted him but me, I just walked away because I didnt wanted to be bothered with him.
A couple seconds later I felt a tug on my arm, I looked back and seen Khaos, I tugged away from him and turned around facing him completely.
"Why you acting up?"
"Why you so concerned?"
He chuckled "Im not, its just you acting up so dead that shit"
I looked at him "And who tf you suppose to be, I'm not none of these hoes you fw, dont talk to me like that"
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He got all up in my personal space "listen baby dead all that shit, nobody ever disrespects me, you lucky"
"What ever, now move bitch"
He wrapped his hands around my neck and looked down at me "Who a bitch" he said while tightening his grip.
I started to cough and I tried to pry his hands from around my neck. "I asked a fucking question, who a fucking bitch ma"
"Nobody", after I said that he let me go then looked me up and down " If you not a hoe, why you hanging with that hoe "
"Who"
"Ronda hoe ass"
"Oh, that's my step sister"
He looked surprised "Oh shit for real"
"Yeaa" I said while looking around, I spotted some hoes mean mugging me, I rolled my eyes.
"Some of your hoes looking at me like they got a problem"
He smirked "You know yo lil ass can't fight"
"Mmhm okayy, just let em touch me one time, you'll see"
He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, I smelled his cologne.
He smelt so fucking good, but I pushed him "Bitch you sweating and shit, better gone"
He smacked me upside my head and we started play fighting then he pinned me up against a car.
We just stared at each other, then he finally spoke "You beautiful" I smiled and flipped my box braids over my shoulder.
"I know right"
"Nah you didnt let me finish my sentence, You beautifully ugly" then I busted out laughing.
"Boy dont even try to play me, I'll have you addicted to my BEAUTIFUL ass"
He smirked "Nahh but you'll be addicted to this dick and me"
"My virgin ass would not"
Before he could say anything his phone started ringing, he looked at it then declined the call.
"I got to go, but I'll hyu later" I rolled my eyes then he smacked me on my ass.
"What I told you bout that"
"Nigga you is not my fucking daddy"
"You not gone be saying that when I demolish det pussy shawty" he yelled that out while walking away
I got so hot and embarrassed, people looked over at me and I ignored them while walking back to Kandi and them.
Kandi had a smirk on her face and Ronda just stared at me.
"Why yall looking at me like that"
"Ouuu okayy bitch, you better secure det dick"
I laughed at Kandi's fool ass, "Its not even like that, Khaos always be playin like that"
"Girl okayy what ever, put that pussy in his face, he ain't gone have no worries" she was trying to sing it like Lil Wayne and I died laughing.
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"Why you so messy Myra" I looked at Ronda confusingly.
"What you mean"
"Bitch you know exactly what I mean, I told yall about Khaos now you trying to get with him"
"Bitch I been talking to Khaos before that, and I dont want him"
"Better not"
I looked over at her "And if I do bitch? You wouldnt do shit, but I'm not gone fight over a nigga and I would never talk to a nigga you've slept with"
All she did was rolled her eyes and took that ice pop into her mouth like it was a dick.
I sighed and sat down, waiting for the next game.
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I got home around 7:55, I was kind of exhausted.
I checked my phone and seen a message from Khaos, I didnt even kno he had texted me.
Papi K😏💦: Comin thru
No I didnt put his name in my phone as this, his dumbass did that. I had texted him back after I had got done changing into my night clothes.
Myra😛👌🏼: Umm no, sweety have a blessed night
Papi K😏💦: I was telling you, ian asked
Myra😛👌🏼: And I'm telling you, HELL TF NO
After I sent that message he didnt respond back. I decided to cook me something since I didnt felt like ordering anything.
I settled on cooking some cornbread and fried chicken.
I wasn't going to throw down in the kitchen, ain't nobody got time for that, and besides I'm only cooking for myself.
I already had some grape Koolaid made from earlier, before I could even fix my plate I heard a hard ass knock on my door.
I checked the time on the stove and it read 9:02.
"Who is it" I said while walking to the door
"Open this door" I knew it was Khaos, with that deep ass voice
"Betta announce yo self fool"
"Ight keep fuckin playin"
"Ight announce yo self shawty"
"Myra open dis fuckin door"
"Go Home, Myra dont live here anymore"
He didnt say anything else, I went back into the kitchen to fix me some food. That nigga must be crazy if he thought I was going to answer that fucking door.
I poured my Koolaid then sat down, I said grace and before I could even eat a voice scared tf out of me.
"You deadass keep trying me"
I looked up and met eyes with Khaos, I ignored him and started to eat my food.
"So you just going to ignore me huh"
I sipped on my Koolaid slowly while staring at him, I sat my glass down then finally spoke.
"K.K, why go fix a plate and join me darling" I said trying to sound like that vampire off of Hotel Transylvania.
He looked so mad and all I could do was laugh.
He chuckled a little bit and shooked his head "You so fuckin childish bruh"
"I know, I know, why you over here though"
"Want to chill with my bae duh"
"Oh, well when you go to his house, tell him I said Heyyy bitchhh"
"Chill with that gay shit, and you my bae fuck you mean"
I rolled my eyes and continued to eat my food. He fixed him some food and sat beside me.
We just started up a conversation, by the time we stopped talking it was going on 10:00, I washed the dishes and he had rinsed them and putted them in the correct place.
Then we had cleaned up the kitchen. I yawned because I was getting sleepy "Well time for you to go bye bye, I'll walk you to the door"
"Nah bae I'm staying here, sleeping in our bed"
I looked at him like he was fool "Boy no, you going to yo fucking house, where you pay bills at"
"I'll pay yo bills to bae, you just on that stubborn bullshit right now"
"What ever nigga, I got work tomorrow so I'm going to bed, you sleeping on the couch, or you can sleep in one of the empty rooms"
"Still shaking det ass at det club huh?"
I ignored him and went upstairs, I dont need to explain shit to him, he is not my fucking father.
I got into bed and turned down the volume on the tv. I watched tv and not even five minutes had pass and this nigga walking up into my room.
I sucked my teeth and watched tv, he got into my bed and tried to snuggle up with me, I mushed his face.
"Yo stop playin with me"
"I'm not playin nigga go sleep on the floor or couch"
"Nah" He grabbed the remote and turned it to "Money Talk" I turned the other way and closed my eyes.
"Nigga how tf you got into my house"
"A key duh"
I scrunched up my face and turned his way "How you got a fuckin key"
"I got one made, why?"
"Fuck you mean why nigga, you know what ima go to sleep, good tf night"
"Good night bae, luh you"
I ignored him and fell asleep.
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