By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext.410
I was hungry, but my man said he’d already eaten. I was like, “Yeah, and? I wanna get some food.” He said he wasn’t gonna go out and didn’t feel like cooking. Low key, I was mad, but I’m a big girl. I can feed myself. I dialed up my favorite pizza spot and asked for Eric to deliver.
Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and my boyfriend was confused since he wasn’t expecting anyone. He opened the door, and Eric pushed his way in. He dropped the pie on the coffee table and then dropped his pants. “What the fuck, Krysta!” My boyfriend cried.