going from baby mama to wife in the near future?”
“I ain’t say all that,” Brittani smiled, turning on West 23 rd Street. “If we do get married I know it ain’t gon’ be no time soon which is cool with me as long as the checks keep clearing and the bitches stay out my way.”
“I don’t know how you baby mamas do it. Always jumping through hoops trying to make sure you keep the other hoes away.”
“That shit is a full time job but at least I’m not like that dumbass Priscilla.”
“What the hell she do now?”
“You didn’t see how she released all those bootleg pictures to the blogs?”
“Since I know I ain’t been featured on them lately, I haven’t been checking the blogs.”
“Well her and Ross and all their kids had been on a yacht for they family vacation. Well on a daily basis from the beginning to the end of their trip this heffa was giving us a play by play photo update of them out. And Ross didn’t even look like he wanted to touch her ass. She tried to make it look like it was paparazzi candid shots but everybody know that silly ho takes one of her best friends who is a photographer on all her trips with Ross to take pics and send them to the blogs.”
“Stop playing!”
“I wish I was but it’s that serious for her.”
“But he ain’t even with Priscilla no more, he go with that young girl Jessica. When I would be at the parties with Sway, I would always see them together.”
“That’s my point. We know he is with Jessica and so does Priscilla but she tries to use Ross spending time with his kids as a pathetic opportunity to make it seem like he still her man.”
“Oh I get it. That’s her way of trying to keep the groupies away.”
“Exactly, but Priscilla need to give it up because unfortunately for her Jessica is no groupie. Ross live with that girl. But Priscilla stay trying to use them kids and Ross being her baby daddy as a way to stay relevant and gain some attention.”
“That’s what I was telling you earlier, I don’t want to be one of those having a baby for a famous dude so I can be somebody types.”
“I don’t want to be one of those either. I don’t have to nor want to be in the spotlight. I just want me and my child to be very well taken care of. But when you’re like Priscilla, desperate for some fame, dropping a bunch of babies and still not making it to wife status you start making us all look stupid. I wish she would go sit her tired ass down somewhere and concentrate on raising her kids. She is too old for that bullshit. If she ain’t got the ring and walked down the aisle by now it’s time to give it up.”
“Girl, that’s why I got to hurry and get my shit together before my time be up! I’m sure Priscilla never thought she’d be forty with four kids and still a baby mama.”
“Dior, you’re only twenty-four, you’ve gotplenty of time.”
“They were all twenty-four at one time too. It seems like yesterday we were eighteen coming to New York. Time don’t stop.”
“I never thought about it that way. But you’re right. It seems like yesterday Destiny was born and now she’s about to be three.”
“I know shit is sweet with Kevin right now but I hope you’re working on a contingency plan. It’s one thing to be like me, broke and single. It’s another being broke with a child.”
“Girl, we about to go into this party, I don’t need the headache right now. We can discuss this on another day, preferably over a bottle of wine.”
“I feel you. Let’s go, the party awaits us!”
“Thank goodness you know that dude at the door,” I sighed, as we pushed our way through the crowd of people trying to get in the club.
“I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t. You know these types of shindigs be mad tight. Here, put on this vip wristband or we’ll be stuck with the regular people out here,” Brittani said, handing it to me. We maneuvered our way straight to the back where there was nothing but beefed up bodyguards
“I ain’t say all that,” Brittani smiled, turning on West 23 rd Street. “If we do get married I know it ain’t gon’ be no time soon which is cool with me as long as the checks keep clearing and the bitches stay out my way.”
“I don’t know how you baby mamas do it. Always jumping through hoops trying to make sure you keep the other hoes away.”
“That shit is a full time job but at least I’m not like that dumbass Priscilla.”
“What the hell she do now?”
“You didn’t see how she released all those bootleg pictures to the blogs?”
“Since I know I ain’t been featured on them lately, I haven’t been checking the blogs.”
“Well her and Ross and all their kids had been on a yacht for they family vacation. Well on a daily basis from the beginning to the end of their trip this heffa was giving us a play by play photo update of them out. And Ross didn’t even look like he wanted to touch her ass. She tried to make it look like it was paparazzi candid shots but everybody know that silly ho takes one of her best friends who is a photographer on all her trips with Ross to take pics and send them to the blogs.”
“Stop playing!”
“I wish I was but it’s that serious for her.”
“But he ain’t even with Priscilla no more, he go with that young girl Jessica. When I would be at the parties with Sway, I would always see them together.”
“That’s my point. We know he is with Jessica and so does Priscilla but she tries to use Ross spending time with his kids as a pathetic opportunity to make it seem like he still her man.”
“Oh I get it. That’s her way of trying to keep the groupies away.”
“Exactly, but Priscilla need to give it up because unfortunately for her Jessica is no groupie. Ross live with that girl. But Priscilla stay trying to use them kids and Ross being her baby daddy as a way to stay relevant and gain some attention.”
“That’s what I was telling you earlier, I don’t want to be one of those having a baby for a famous dude so I can be somebody types.”
“I don’t want to be one of those either. I don’t have to nor want to be in the spotlight. I just want me and my child to be very well taken care of. But when you’re like Priscilla, desperate for some fame, dropping a bunch of babies and still not making it to wife status you start making us all look stupid. I wish she would go sit her tired ass down somewhere and concentrate on raising her kids. She is too old for that bullshit. If she ain’t got the ring and walked down the aisle by now it’s time to give it up.”
“Girl, that’s why I got to hurry and get my shit together before my time be up! I’m sure Priscilla never thought she’d be forty with four kids and still a baby mama.”
“Dior, you’re only twenty-four, you’ve gotplenty of time.”
“They were all twenty-four at one time too. It seems like yesterday we were eighteen coming to New York. Time don’t stop.”
“I never thought about it that way. But you’re right. It seems like yesterday Destiny was born and now she’s about to be three.”
“I know shit is sweet with Kevin right now but I hope you’re working on a contingency plan. It’s one thing to be like me, broke and single. It’s another being broke with a child.”
“Girl, we about to go into this party, I don’t need the headache right now. We can discuss this on another day, preferably over a bottle of wine.”
“I feel you. Let’s go, the party awaits us!”
“Thank goodness you know that dude at the door,” I sighed, as we pushed our way through the crowd of people trying to get in the club.
“I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t. You know these types of shindigs be mad tight. Here, put on this vip wristband or we’ll be stuck with the regular people out here,” Brittani said, handing it to me. We maneuvered our way straight to the back where there was nothing but beefed up bodyguards
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