“What is this?” she screamed, damn near hitting him in the nose with the phone.
“Move it back some. Damn, I can’t see shit.”
“You don’t need to see it to hear! Open up your little ass ears and listen!”
Focusing, Dexter heard his voice and almost shitted a brick. He thought he had deleted all traces of the song he and Bobbi recorded, but it was obvious he had missed something. Before he could even explain, Amber threw the phone at him.
“Fuck.” He grabbed his throbbing nose.
“You weird ass nigga!” She swung at him.
“Aye, chill the fuck out.” Dexter pushed her so he could get out of the bed. He didn’t know if she got the memo or not, but he wasn’t afraid to knock a bitch on her ass, and if she touched him again, he was going to blow her shit back.
“Why the fuck would you let me release that fucking song if you and that bird brain bitch already released the same song!”
“We was just fucking around. I didn’t know she was going to do that shit.” Dexter tried to explain, but Amber wasn’t trying to hear it.
“I know yall was fucking around because the hoe sent me a video of you eating her pussyMr. I don’t eat pussy,” she scoffed. “I’m cashing you out, letting you drivemyfucking car, and I can’t get my pussy ate, but you eating this bitch. Get the fuck out of my house.”
“Man, I don’t know what the fuck you talking about.” Dexter snatched his pants off the floor.
“Oh my god, this is so messed up!” Amber shook her head. “You know, I tried to be cool. Even after Darryl told me the label dropped your bum ass.”
“What?”
“Yea! They told me to leave you alone, but I thought we had an understanding. I still looked out for you because I know that shit embarrassing, but you played me.”
“Amber-
“No wonder Tyler ran from your nasty ass! Your broke ass was fucking on the girl cousin.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Dexter tried to bypass her, but Amber mushed him in the face.
“You’re a fucking fraud and I hope she never comes back.” Amber pushed him. “Broke, lame ass nigga.”
Whap!
Dexter’s right hand sent Amber flying into her nightstand.
“Nigga are you out of your mind?” she screamed, holding her face.
“I gotta be if I stuck my dick in your wide ass pussy. Fine as fuck with bottomless pussy. What a fucking waste.”
“Get the fuck out of my house and leave the keys to the car you bum ass nigga.”
“My name on that shit too,” Dexter glared at her.
“Your name on it, but you can’t make the payments and if you walk out of here with those keys, I’m calling the police!” Amber shouted.
“You a ole janky ass bitch.”
“And you a ole walking, panhandling ass nigga. Kick rocks.” She clapped her hands.
“Panhandle these nuts,” Dexter sneered, snatching his phone, wallet, and shirt off her dresser. He started to grab the keys to the car, but he had a feeling she’d really call the people on him and that was the last thing he needed.
“That’s what I thought,” Amber pursed her lips.
“Shut up and do some fucking Kegels or go get that shit surgically fixed before you keep singing about putting them droopy ass lips on a nigga. Talking about I'm a fraud, bitch yo loose ass pussy is a fraud.” He stormed out of her bedroom.
