“C’mere mama…” Your boyfriend called for you from the couch. He surfed a few channels as he laid shirtless in some random basketball shorts.

You had been in the bedroom, chilling, doing whatever. You scrolled on your phone, watching some reckless videos on your instagram fyp. You could hear him calling for you again before his footsteps came down the hall. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“You ain’t hear me baby?” He spoke up while stretching in the door way. You still weren’t listening. He stalked over and snatched your phone. “Mama.. I keep calling you, baby. Whatchu doing?… You better not be looking at some dude.” He spoke up sternly.