Huffington, Grey Berkeley Bred. #bk. 4

Read by Ja'Air Bush, Winston James

I'm not the n*gga you can creep with, Pretty. Smitten, I was, the day I stepped into your space, uninvited and unable to give a simple fuck. Aroused, I was, the second your lips parted and your words serenaded me. Without a doubt, I knew I would take the opportunity to part the lower pair and mark my territory with precision. Disheartened, I was to learn that you had vowed to another n*gga what should've been mine from the beginning, whether I'd stumbled into your world yet or not. The fact that you settled without meeting me first left a bitter taste in my mouth, forcing my hand. My mission was easily established, and I refused to rest until you were beside me. Whole, I became, the moment God answered those prayers I put in and blessed me beyond measure. From that day, my priority has been and will always be catering to your every desire because you deserve a love that doesn't make you wonder, whimper, or worry. I've got that kind of love and I'm here to give it to you

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