Last time, best time, better than my next time. Rolex and vest time, Moët, it's sex time. - Tyga

ALMOND IN THE MEDIA.

Short but important  chapter. Update following, probably.

ALMOND

I rush out my house then chase Prod's car up the street. "What  the fuck do you want?" he yells out the window, breathing heavily. "She wasn't  choosing  his side! She was checking  on him! She didn't want your dumb ass to get locked up again!  You took it the wrong way, Prod!" I yell  back.

"Fuck that shit! If he want her, he can have her! She showed me her true colors!" he yells back.  "You get on my fucking nerves, Prod, on my life you do! You be doing the fucking most, always assuming! Always jumping to some conclusions  like yo ass on a trampoline! Mothafucka, I said she didn't  mean it like that! That girl  loves yo stupid  ass and you too stupid to realize! It's  clear as damn  day  she love you because all she do is sit up talking about you and she still fucking  you! Prod, every time  you get a new bitch, you wind up fucking Zaya! Every time she get a new nigga, yall wind up fucking! Yall constantly  playing this cat and mouse shit and it's  dumb! The whole world know yall ain't leaving each other  alone so why yall even still playing?" I snap.

"Go tell that shit  to her, Almond. I'm done chasing  her. She can say she love me and she can still fuck me, but it's  obvious  who she wanna be with. Think about it. She always  be worried  about how he gone feel and if she love me like she say she love me, why the fuck she even still with dude? She acting  dumb. I'm through  chasing her. She confused  as fuck. Tell her I apologize  for calling her out her name but I'm through  with it." he says.

I sigh. "I can't believe this." I say. "I'm through. I want her  to be happy. If she happy with dude, cool. As much as ion wanna let her go, I'm gone let her do her own thing. If the shit  meant to be, it'll  happen." he says.

"Why are you giving up? The Prod I know would've  fought for her." I say. "Why everybody  expect  me to keep kissing her ass? I'm through." he says. I shake  my head. "In a way, I see where you coming from but I don't wanna see yall end." I say. He shrugs. "I gotta go." he says, then pulls off. Seeing those  two end is like  a sad ending to a book. You can't do shit  about  the decision  that author made but be sad, mad, or hurt about  it. The sad part is this is real life, not a book though.

PROD

I'm in the strip club with Roc and my nigga Rod. "Gotdamn, Prod, nigga you finna have a mean ass hangover." Rod says, watching  me down my fourth  glass of Vodka.

I shrug  my shoulders. The bartender  smiles. "I'm Tia. My shift is almost over so  if you want, we can get somewhere  alone." she suggests, stroking my hand with  two fingers. I move my hand away. "I'm taken." I say. She frowns then goes back to mixing drinks.

Gotdamn, I forgot all about Zaya turning me down. "Ay, Tia." I say. She turns around. "What time you tryin' to get out of  here?" I ask. She smiles. "Ten minutes." she answers. I nod my head.

"I thought  you and boss lady  was back on. Nigga, that bartender  decent. Real  talk, don't lose Zaya over her." Rod says. "Mane, Rod... Zaya got a white dude... a doctor, nigga. She through." I say. Him and Roc look at each other. "Damn... my nigga. You let a white dude take her?" he asks. I chuckle. "If she happy, I'm happy." I say. "Bullshit. If you can't have her and I can't have her, nobody can." Roc says. I cut my eyes  at him. "Nigga, shut  up." Rod snaps, shaking his head.

I look towards  the door where everybody  turned to then raise  my eyebrow. "What she doing here?" Rod asks me. I shrug my shoulders. Zaya walks in then over to me. "Almond called me and I called her." Roc says, walking away with Rod behind  him.

"Craig, I-" I cut her off. "Ion wanna hear it." I say, walking off.

ZAYA

I shake my head, watching  him walk into a back room with one of the strippers. I walk in there then pull her aside. "Listen, I'll give you half a million if you dance to three songs of his  choice." I say. She smiles and nods her head. I walk in the room and watch him select songs.

"Porn Star" by August  Alsina starts  playing.

I take my trench  coat off, revealing  my lingerie and high heels then walk over to him as she dances on the pole. I bend over and kiss  on his neck. "What  the hell you... oh shit." he  grunts  as I pull his dıck out. "Enjoy yourself." I say, then go down on him.

He grabs  my head, lightly  pushing  it down while I suck on him. "Oh shit... the hell you  doing?" he  grunts, trying not to moan. I chuckle as I finish  him off.

He looks at me in confusion. "What was that for?" he asks, trying his hardest to not smile. I grab  his hand then straddle his lap. "You got  the wrong idea earlier." I say. He grabs  my waist. "We ain't finna keep doing this shit. You got a man, remember? Every time we do  this shit, my feelings  get involved and my hopes get up high only for you to keep fuckin' off with ol dude." he says. 

I kiss his neck. "Fuck him." I say. He raises his eyebrow. "You saying that now but it's  gone be another thing tomorrow." he says.

"Like I said, fuck him." I say. "We need a break." he says, gripping  my ass cheeks. "Imma get a bitch." he adds. I nod my head then kiss his neck again. "One last time then." I say. He grabs  my waist then lays  me down. "You got a condom?" I ask. He ignores me and continues  to kiss my neck. This has to be the weirdest  situation ever.

THIS CHAPTER  PLAYS A HUUUUUUUUGR PART EVEN THO ITS SHORT AND MAY NOT SEEM IMPORTANT, BELIEVE  ME.

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