This is the first page of a book im working on... minus the edits. Let me know what you think and if you would keep reading from here! ;)
Lori
"She is everything I want, but I couldn’t be more scared Lor." I’m listening to him talk but all I’m thinking is, "whoa this cant be Malcolm talking!" Malcolm is the best friend I have and I never heard this man express any emotion for females. It was always the same thing with him. He met them, he fucked them, and he left them. They never seemed to be so much as a memory in his head once he dropped them. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury of ridding his "Nightcaps" as he called them. Malcolm and I would go out at least three times out the week. We scheduled lunch dates, club hopped, caught movies, if you name it we did it. If we hadn’t it was surely on our list of things to do. On each of our outings, Malcolm never failed to get women attention while he in exchange eventually got their panties. Ha! I can hear him now, "Lor, look at that Nightcap right there, girl so fuckin fine she could be the one Lor!" Thats his line. They all are so fine that they could be the one. They never are, and really, he never wants them to be. He was targeting them for one thing, ASS and when he got it, he fell off their hopefully planets. That is the part about my best friend that drove me crazy! He would meet these women in my presence, force me to become familiar with them, if they were a challenge, and then he would screw them! That is when they all would start calling and texting my phone trying to see where they went wrong or if his no good ass was even alive. I used to call myself helping him out. Lying to them saying he had been busy and he and I had not had time to kick it, but that got real old when the tricksters kept following up. I even had to change my number once because one of those crazies was stalking me to get to him! After dealing with that, I have a new M.O. If one of his chicks call my phone I ask them one question and give them two pieces of advice, question: "Did you fuck him?” Advice: “Be careful who you spread your legs for and do yourself a favor and try to forget he exist." There has been a few that I allowed to cry in my ear and vent but those were the ones I liked and thought were good for him. They were usually around for a while because they weren’t so quick to open their legs. It was exactly five of them. Renee, Sonyette, Nia, Michelle, and Torrance. Torrance had to grow on me because she had a kid. Not to discriminate against women with kids but Torrance would always incorporate the kid in her and Malcolm's dates, meaning when he dropped her two hearts would be broken and not one. That was something that I never wanted to witness happen again, the heart break of mother and child.
"She is everything I want, but I couldn’t be more scared Lor." I’m listening to him talk but all I’m thinking is, "whoa this cant be Malcolm talking!" Malcolm is the best friend I have and I never heard this man express any emotion for females. It was always the same thing with him. He met them, he fucked them, and he left them. They never seemed to be so much as a memory in his head once he dropped them. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury of ridding his "Nightcaps" as he called them. Malcolm and I would go out at least three times out the week. We scheduled lunch dates, club hopped, caught movies, if you name it we did it. If we hadn’t it was surely on our list of things to do. On each of our outings, Malcolm never failed to get women attention while he in exchange eventually got their panties. Ha! I can hear him now, "Lor, look at that Nightcap right there, girl so fuckin fine she could be the one Lor!" Thats his line. They all are so fine that they could be the one. They never are, and really, he never wants them to be. He was targeting them for one thing, ASS and when he got it, he fell off their hopefully planets. That is the part about my best friend that drove me crazy! He would meet these women in my presence, force me to become familiar with them, if they were a challenge, and then he would screw them! That is when they all would start calling and texting my phone trying to see where they went wrong or if his no good ass was even alive. I used to call myself helping him out. Lying to them saying he had been busy and he and I had not had time to kick it, but that got real old when the tricksters kept following up. I even had to change my number once because one of those crazies was stalking me to get to him! After dealing with that, I have a new M.O. If one of his chicks call my phone I ask them one question and give them two pieces of advice, question: "Did you fuck him?” Advice: “Be careful who you spread your legs for and do yourself a favor and try to forget he exist." There has been a few that I allowed to cry in my ear and vent but those were the ones I liked and thought were good for him. They were usually around for a while because they weren’t so quick to open their legs. It was exactly five of them. Renee, Sonyette, Nia, Michelle, and Torrance. Torrance had to grow on me because she had a kid. Not to discriminate against women with kids but Torrance would always incorporate the kid in her and Malcolm's dates, meaning when he dropped her two hearts would be broken and not one. That was something that I never wanted to witness happen again, the heart break of mother and child.
Sooo like im crunk as fuh..... u might as well post the whole book bruh as u write... j/k dnt want no one to steal ur wrk keep writing chick...
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