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SMDH: I’ve Never Been Caught…Till Now!

I did something dumb the other day, I’ll admit, out of boredom. I had two and half hours to kill before I had to go to work, and it just so happen that I was around the corner from Corporate Thug’s house. I was looking cute in my little sundress, so I decided to go over and rub it in his face. SMDH…So I pull up “DO NOT ANSWER” in my phone, because that’s what he’s saved under, and he picks up on the first ring.

Of course he says yes to my impromptu visit, and of course he’s thinking he’s going to get some from me. I get over there and I’M getting the reaction that I want:

“You looking good” he says as he stares at my legs.

“Thanks” I say feeling like an evil genius.

“How does it feel knowing you can’t have this anymore?” <<<yes I said that…*rolls eyes*

He laughs, in a ‘yeah right’ kind of way. It was at that moment that I realized I had f*cked up. I guess that was fuel for him to prove me wrong, now…he’s on me…like REALLY on me asking

“Are you sure?”

I’m engulfed by his scent that I haven’t smelled in so long, and even though I love Prototype’s scent, this is sooo familiar.

Just as his hands were about to go up my skirt, my phone rang. It was Prototype. I answered.

“Hey baby!” I say almost lunging out and away from Corporate Thug’s grip. He’s cheesing from ear to ear now. <<<Why do guys love stuff like this so much?

I took the call in the back room. He asks me what I was doing. I lied and told him I was about to head to work, and then he said the craziest thing to me:

“I hope you not over that punk ass *CT’s real name*house…”

My stomach dropped, and I’m peeping out the blinds. How in the hell?!  Now I did tell Prototype about him during the “Who were you dating before me? “conversation. But why would he ask that? Why now?

I laughed it off and quickly got off the phone…or so I thought.

It was definitely time for me to go, as I was still recovering from being called out, but when I walk out into the living room I was greeted by a pair of red and black Polo boxer briefs. I always like the way those looked on him…”STAY FOCUSED BRITTANY!” I told myself, “DON’T GET SUCKED INTO THE BOXERS!”

He approaches me, and I’m telling him I got to go. I can’t do this, especially after getting that phone call…naw dude, can’t even chance it.

I got out the door, somewhat proud of myself, and no sooner than I’m pulling off, Prototype is calling me. Immediately he asked:

“Where are you just coming from?”

All I can get out is a “huh?”

“Your phone didn’t hang up and I heard you talking to someone telling them you can’t do this…you can’t do what Brittany?”

Damn it…I’m caught… Geez! I never get caught.

That was the other day…still haven’t heard from him….so this could very well be the end of me and Prototype. Damn… and I really liked him too.

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Her name is Brittany Knight, but you can call her “B” as everyone else does. She is a driven right brained individual residing in Atlanta, GA, and the first thing you should know about her is that she is a writer…period. Directly following that is dreamer.

1 Comment

  1. October 3, 2011 at 3:24 PM

    Brittany, ur blogs never cease to amaze me! I’m on the edge of my seat with my heart beating 100 miles per hour. PLEASE give us part two.