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“What?”
“Nigga, no way you ‘bout to play with Sam like that.”
I looked over at him.
“Nigga, wasn’t YOU tonguing down her married-ass friend?”
He laughed.
“And fucked her last night, but that’s not the point.”
I stopped.
“Nigga, what?”
Tyler started cracking the fuck up.
“You fucked Nesha?”
“Last night.”
“Where?”
“Does it matter?”
“Her husband?”
“What about him?”
I stared at this nigga.
Tyler shrugged.
“It’s just fun, my nigga.”
“Fun?”
“Yeah.”
“You fucking my brother wife best friend, but I’m wild?”
“Absolutely.”
“How?”
“Because I don’t know that nigga.”
I busted out laughing.
“Nigga, that makes it better?”
“To me? Hell yeah.”
I shook my head as we started walking again.
My phone buzzed.
Sam: And what do I get if I actually do it?
