𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵-𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺

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your pov:
My boyfriend and I were at a party once again at maddys house we basically spend our weekend there at parties I held to my boyfriend hand and walked in with him my friends walking over to me and steeling me from ash leaving him alone to sit on the couch with some other guys.

Ashtray pov:
I saw my lady get surrounded by other girls dragging her to the kitchen to take shots and left me alone and decided to walk over to the couch and sit down

Your pov:
I went to look my boyfriend ashtray as I found him talking to other guys and laughing
"Hey my love
"Hey ma" he replied, I sat next to him on the couch
"Hey I'll be back Imma go get us a drink"
"Alright ma" When I came back some girl was talking to my boyfriend.
"Who is this?"
"Hey mama some girl that was looking for drugs"
"Right" I shoved the drink to ash
"Yo ma what's up with you, you almost spilled it on me"  I just glared at him and walked out of the house
"Yn!" I heard my boyfriend yell for me I ignored him and went into the car I felt his presence behind me as I walked towards the car and shutting the door behind me sitting in the passenger seat, I saw my boyfriend open the door
"Ma talk to me" I stayed silent ignoring him the car was silent to the point none of us wanting to break the silent between us to the point I felt his hand rest on my thigh I aggressively removed his hand
"Get your hand off me" and looked out the window, I then felt his hand resting on my thigh once again I took my focus from looking out the window and glared at him, he was already looking at me
"Ma listen she just wanted some drugs that was all I wasn't flirting with her at all ma trust me" I didn't reply to him and reach to remove his hand from my thigh again but his voice stops me
"Mama please don't do that I get your mad at me but u can't blame me for it it's my job to sell drugs to different people"
"Your right baby I'm sorry I forgive you" he reached out his hand to cup my face and give me a small kiss on my lips
"Let's go home ma"

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