The second week if summer had the streets buzzin, you know how it is when the heat's up & all them ratchet hoes come out. But let me tell you bout this situation wit you n' Jashaun, yo fine-lookin thuggish boyfriend. So, he fixin to head to his barber for a retwist & line up. You peepin him gettin ready, lookin fine as eva. Befoe he dips, he showers you wit kisses, tells you he loves you, then he's outta the crib.

He hits up the barbershop, facin you on FaceTime the whole time while he's gettin freshened up. Then bam! The call drops. You tryna call back, but straight to voicemail every time. You textin, no replies. Got you thinkin, maybe he's chattin up sumn otha chick, even through Jashaun's as loyal as they come. But truth? His phone js up & died on him, & his barber ain't got no charger on deck.

Night falls, & Jashaun finally rolls back home. You in yall bedroom, wrapped up in the sheets, phone sittin right beside you, waitin foe him to hit you up. You thinkin all kinda wild stuff, til you see Jashaun walk in. You don't even give me a chance to breathe, you layin it on him, spittin out all yo suspicions.

But Jashaun, he listens. When you finally calm down & let him speak, he picks his lips & in that deep, sexy voice of his, he says, "It ain't my fault my phone died on me mid-call wit you, I couldn't borrow a charger from my barber either cause he didn't have one on him. And nah, I wasn't talkin wit no otha bitch. You really think that's where my head at when you not round me?"

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋