there." I hated not being totally honest, but it was a necessary lie. I got off the phone with Morris shortly after.
"You ready for me to take you back," Breion asked me.
"Yeah and… thank you for letting me see you at work here. It was really cool."
"You know you can see a lot more than that." I smiled at the idea.
"Come on, superstar. Let’s get out of here." I nudged him towards the door so I could get back to the hotel.
Chapter 13
"You sure you want to eat here, babe," Morris turned to ask me once we had entered my favorite, yet crowded restaurant.
"What do you think?" Against his better judgment, Morris headed to the host stand to put our name on the seating list.
Morris had been back in Philly for about three months now. The movie was finished and was about to be released soon. I knew I had to cherish this time that I had with my man while I could. Before I probably could blink an eye, he would be off promoting the film or possibly shooting another. I knew my baby had talent and he was going to go far. Unfortunately, he was beginning to know that too. The movie hadn't even come out yet, but he was already getting a big head.
"Excuse me." Two ghetto looking bitches stepped our way. The one who had spoken was about 5'7 and 290 lbs. The extra weight looked like it all was coming from her titties. They looked like two full grown dogs trapped behind the finest bra that the Dollar Store had in stock. She should definitely look into finding a bra that actually can lift and support those mountains properly. But enough about her milk bags…
"Yes," Morris said back with a slight smile.
"Girl, you know you wild for asking?" The second girl said to her overdeveloped friend.
"Well hell, I know it’s him because I saw it all over Entertainment Tonight and plus I read about it online on Media Takeout. I know my men and this is him, girl."
"You do your thing then." They continued to carry on their conversation as if they weren't standing right in front of us. Morris was a good one for still being interested in why they came up to him. If it had been me, I would have been walked the hell off.
"Can I help you ladies?" Morris was probably using the term "ladies" loosely with these hoodrats.
"Uh huh, you sure can, Mr. Man," the heftier girl said smacking her lips. She expressively started to wave her long fingernail in his face. "You that actor that is fucking Lailiana ain't you."
"Ethiopia! How you gonna ask the man who he fucking?"
"Shit, why can't I? That's what he doing! That's what I heard he doing. He grown. He can answer for himself." First of all, who the hell does shit like that? Secondly, did she just say that the big tittied heifer’s name is Ethiopia? Please tell me that Ethiopia is a nickname… hell, at least middle name. Her parents did not name this trick, who ain’t even let a Cheeto escape her mouth, after a poor, starving country! I am through!
"I am an actor, yes. And I do have a movie coming up with Lailiana," Morris replied calmly, but with a big smile on his face.
"See, girl. I told you. He fucking her! I knew my eyes were right. I should have bet your ass dinner."
"Now Ethiopia, you know that ain’t what he said," the other girl chastised her friend. "He ain’t say nothing about fucking nobody."
"Raylette, you gotta read between the lines. He ain’t say he wasn't, now did he?"
"No," Raylette rolled her eyes. "But you ain’t gotta be all up in the man's business like that."
"Whatever," Ethiopia said back with an attitude before turning her attention back to Morris. And probably with all the class she could muster, she said, "Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr…"
"Morris Epson."
"Ooh girl, he said his name so sexy like, didn't he," Ethiopia jabbed at Raylette while laughing at her own damn stupid ass self.
"Nice to meet you," Raylette echoed as the duo was called off to be seated.
"You ready for me to take you back," Breion asked me.
"Yeah and… thank you for letting me see you at work here. It was really cool."
"You know you can see a lot more than that." I smiled at the idea.
"Come on, superstar. Let’s get out of here." I nudged him towards the door so I could get back to the hotel.
Chapter 13
"You sure you want to eat here, babe," Morris turned to ask me once we had entered my favorite, yet crowded restaurant.
"What do you think?" Against his better judgment, Morris headed to the host stand to put our name on the seating list.
Morris had been back in Philly for about three months now. The movie was finished and was about to be released soon. I knew I had to cherish this time that I had with my man while I could. Before I probably could blink an eye, he would be off promoting the film or possibly shooting another. I knew my baby had talent and he was going to go far. Unfortunately, he was beginning to know that too. The movie hadn't even come out yet, but he was already getting a big head.
"Excuse me." Two ghetto looking bitches stepped our way. The one who had spoken was about 5'7 and 290 lbs. The extra weight looked like it all was coming from her titties. They looked like two full grown dogs trapped behind the finest bra that the Dollar Store had in stock. She should definitely look into finding a bra that actually can lift and support those mountains properly. But enough about her milk bags…
"Yes," Morris said back with a slight smile.
"Girl, you know you wild for asking?" The second girl said to her overdeveloped friend.
"Well hell, I know it’s him because I saw it all over Entertainment Tonight and plus I read about it online on Media Takeout. I know my men and this is him, girl."
"You do your thing then." They continued to carry on their conversation as if they weren't standing right in front of us. Morris was a good one for still being interested in why they came up to him. If it had been me, I would have been walked the hell off.
"Can I help you ladies?" Morris was probably using the term "ladies" loosely with these hoodrats.
"Uh huh, you sure can, Mr. Man," the heftier girl said smacking her lips. She expressively started to wave her long fingernail in his face. "You that actor that is fucking Lailiana ain't you."
"Ethiopia! How you gonna ask the man who he fucking?"
"Shit, why can't I? That's what he doing! That's what I heard he doing. He grown. He can answer for himself." First of all, who the hell does shit like that? Secondly, did she just say that the big tittied heifer’s name is Ethiopia? Please tell me that Ethiopia is a nickname… hell, at least middle name. Her parents did not name this trick, who ain’t even let a Cheeto escape her mouth, after a poor, starving country! I am through!
"I am an actor, yes. And I do have a movie coming up with Lailiana," Morris replied calmly, but with a big smile on his face.
"See, girl. I told you. He fucking her! I knew my eyes were right. I should have bet your ass dinner."
"Now Ethiopia, you know that ain’t what he said," the other girl chastised her friend. "He ain’t say nothing about fucking nobody."
"Raylette, you gotta read between the lines. He ain’t say he wasn't, now did he?"
"No," Raylette rolled her eyes. "But you ain’t gotta be all up in the man's business like that."
"Whatever," Ethiopia said back with an attitude before turning her attention back to Morris. And probably with all the class she could muster, she said, "Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr…"
"Morris Epson."
"Ooh girl, he said his name so sexy like, didn't he," Ethiopia jabbed at Raylette while laughing at her own damn stupid ass self.
"Nice to meet you," Raylette echoed as the duo was called off to be seated.
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