Page 72 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“I’ve been trying to tell you, luv. Ya nigga is him.”

We spent the rest of the evening watching movies and planning our first baecation when my phone went off with a message from DON’T ANSWER.

I checked Nylah before I opened it, and she was all into the movie. As I tilted the phone toward me, I opened the message and saw that it was a picture of Nylah's porch trashed.

DON'T ANSWER: The bitch you fuckin’ supposed to be workin’ on my dress.

I was heated.

I locked my phone and was trying to figure out my next move.

“Baby girl,” I said softly. “That dress you workin’ on for that girl…”

“That crazy bitch. I will start the dress tomorrow.”

“How much were you charging her?”

“The dress started at two thousand, but since she fucked it up and I have to fix it plus finish it, it’s gonna be around four.”

I nodded and sent that off to her. She looked down at her phone when she got the notification, then back up at me.

“Why did you just do that?”

“Because I don’t want you stressin'. Tell her you can't work with her crazy ass and keep it movin’ to better clients.”

“Rosama, you want me falling in love with you, don’t you?”

I smiled. “I do, because I'm falling in love with you too. Now let crazy know your man said you are not doin’ a dress for her.”

Nylah grabbed her phone and started to text Mariah, and said exactly what I told her to. Once she pressed send, she straddled me, and we kissed. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I tossed her on the bed, pulled her clothes off her, and gave her every inch of my pipe until she was laid out in the middle of the bed, knocked the fuck out.

Then I grabbed my shit, got dressed, and left, planning to make it back before she woke up.

I was about to go to Mariah’s crib and end that bitch. I was so fucking tired of her tryna stand in the way of shit, but instead of giving her the attention from me that she wanted, I went to the trap.

“Brah,” I said as I walked through the door. “Mariah lost her damn mind. This bitch knows Nylah, she getting a dress made by her.”

Dre looked at me and busted out laughing as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Nigga, how the fuck?!”

“I don’t fuckin’ know. On top of that, she sent me a picture. She followed me to Nylah’s crib and been trashing her shit. Nylah been thinkin’ it's her ex and it’s my fuckin’ wife!”

“Does Nylah know?”

“No, Mariah must have gone in there and showed her ass ‘cause she don’t want to do the dress for her anymore. So I paid her not to do it, so now she neva have to see Mariah again.”

Dre shook his head. “So what are you gonna do about Mariah?”

“I know what the fuck I want to do,” I said low. Before I could finish, Brandon and Blaze walked in with some bitches.

“Nigga, what the fuck y’all been on?” Dre asked.

Blaze sucked his teeth.

“Dre, chill out,” Brandon said, “we are here now.”

I looked at both of them niggas crazy.