You Ain't My Type
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He nodded. “So, exactly how long have you been having the code to my phone?”
“Since L.A.,” she confessed, causing him to chuckle.
“Girl, you’s a cold piece of work, I swear.”
“Nah, you aint seen nothing, yet. Trust me. And you don’t wanna see it. You cheat on me, ya dying. You got that?”
His head fell back. “Aww, there she goes with this bullshit. Alright, Rye, you got it. Just remember that the same shit applies to you. You mine, and if you try to break up, you dying.”
She giggled, as she recalled the first time he’d shot a fly rhyme her way. Never in a million years did she think back then that they’d be where they are today. Hell, for a while she didn’t think that she was the settling down type, but after meeting the likes of Jaylen she’d discovered indisputably that he was her kind.