|Cfsgdhdfh 😮 Oh shit! 😳 Like really?! Naw you need to post that chapter ASAP bruh! 😑 Lol nah I can't wait tho! Chris crazy ass! 😏|
😏 lol I’ll try and update the entire chapter tonight
|Really? They just got back together and they actin like this? 😒😠 I don't see this ending well. 😾|
😔 it’s just the preview
I put a preview up :)
"You know, baby girl, if you wanted my attention, you could’ve just said hello." He flashed this stunning, pearly white smile my way, and I almost had to abort mission and just whoop ol’ girl’s ass because he coulda got it. If I didn’t love Chris annoying ass so damn much I would’ve taken him home with me.
I decided to keep this game up. “Well aren’t you just a cocky son of a bitch?”
Most men probably would’ve walked off at this point, but not him. He laughed a hearty, genuine laugh and said, “Not at all, sweetheart, not at all. I’m intrigued. Marcel.” He extended his hand for me to shake and I took it.
"Malia." He repeated my name, his distinctly Spanish accent seeping through. "Beautiful name. Dance with me, Malia?"
Who was I to refuse such a handsome face?
He led me to the floor, and this sultry, island beat started playing, and I couldn’t help but wind my waist. As we danced, I leaned my head back against his chest and wrapped my arm around the back of his neck while he rested his hands on my hips.
"I like the way you dance", he said with his lips dangerously close to the spot on my neck that makes my knees weak. "Likewise."
Before the song ended, I felt a pair of eyes burning a hole into the side of my face. It didn’t take rocket science to know who they belonged to. In my head I could see his face beet red with his jaw clenched so tight you think it’d break. I couldn’t be bothered to actually look his way, though. He’d be coming this way in 5…4…3…2….
I felt myself being snatched away from his hold by the arm.
"What the fuck is your problem??" I knew this man entirely too well.
"First of all get your hands off me", I snatch my arm back, "and second of all, I don’t have a problem. What is your problem coming over here looking like Sebastian from The Little Mermaid in the face?"
"Don’t fucking play with me Malia. Let’s go."
"Why? You were having a nice lil time a minute ago."
"That’s what you tripping off?? I was drunk and you know that bitch don’t mean shit!"
"I get that. That’s why I didn’t come over there and put my foot in y’all asses when I saw that bullshit."
"Cut all that shit out. It’s not that big a damn deal." No this nigga didn’t. I had to tell my damn self to breathe before I punched him in his fucking jaw.
"You’re absolutely right. And neither is this." I took Marcel by the arm, and started to dance with him.
Then this crazy bastard stiff arms the fuck out of him. “Back the fuck up, bruh.” He didn’t even pop off and steal two to Chris’ jaw like I thought he would.
He chuckled and dusted off the spot where he’d pushed him. “It doesn’t take all that homeboy. If you don’t want your lady on another man, do your job.”
Aw shit. He was preaching to the choir, but that clearly wasn’t the right shit to say to this nigga.
He got about an inch away from his face and spoke in a grave tone, “You don’t know what the fuck you talking bout when it come to me and mine, so that shit to your motherfucking self.”
I guess he expected ol’ boy to be threatened or scared or some shit.
He was sorely mistaken.
My nigga was so unbothered by his entire presence, and I could physically see it getting to Chris.
He was always this damn god in these streets so niggas always treated his word like somebody’s gospel. But not him.
His face read, “Are you done?” And it took every ounce of power I had not to cackle at the scene playing in front of me.
Chris is steaming because Marcel is standing there cool as the other side of the pillow. He blew a deep breath out of his nose and cracked his knuckles backing away from him.
He snatched me by the arm and proceeded to damn near drag me out of this club.
He didn’t get far before Marcel showed the first bit of emotion throughout this entire encounter, and got a good grip on his shoulder and yanked him back.
"You’re going to get enough of putting your hands on this woman like that." He got right in Chris’ grill like he did to him earlier.
"What MY girl and I do is none of your damn business, playa."
He dropped that calm, dapper shit real quick, and Brooklyn just oozed out of his whole demeanor. “I don’t give a fuck what you do with ya girl, just don’t put your fucking hands on her like that, bruh.”
"You fucking my girl or something nigga??" "Oh God Chris. Are you goddamn serious?? I just met the man!" He ignored me keeping his hard glare on Marcel.
"Nah man. I just can’t stand punk motherfuckers like you who act like they can treat women any kind of fucking way."
That drove Chris over the edge, and he caught him dead in his nose, but that didn’t take him off his feet for a second, and he got him right back twice in the eye before it turned into a full on brawl, and no one dared to stop them.
Bottles and bar stools were being knocked completely over. They were throwing each other around the club. Continuous punches and kicks were being thrown from both sides, each of them having the upper hand at some point.
And all over little old me.
|Dying for an update 😩😩😩|
It’s coming 😌
|don't tell me Glory is over 😫|
Nooooo it’s not over lol
Shaking my head, I glanced over at Chris who looked pissed off. First, Bryan wouldn’t stop calling me and now he show up at our house, unannounced. I know Chris is fuming inside, boiling.
Just the look of irritation on his face told me that. I just hope he don’t think I had…
“Nigga yo phone go off one more damn time, I’m leaving!” We ain’t been here but an hour and his phone ain’t stop ringing yet. If it ain’t his mama, his boss or whatever jawn of the week it is, it’s some-fucking-body blowing his shit up.
We can’t even get a solid game of ball in…