Cindy always knew her boyfriend was a little bitch. He was always asking how I was doing and making sure I never lifted a finger, just like the good little bitch he was. It’s always handy to have a loser wrapped around you finger. Honesty most men are so needy, they want this or that from you. At least this loser knows his place, grovelling at the feet at women.
As I lay on the sofa alone I felt my feet feel a little sore and the remote was all the way on the TV stand. A queen like me shouldn’t have to walk to get what I want.
I opened up my phone to message the loser.
“Come to my apartment boy”
Recently I’ve been calling the simp “boy”. I’m sure he’s telling himself it’s just a cute shortned version of boyfriend. But deep down he must know he’s just a little bitch.
Ugh where is he? It’s already been two minutes. As i was pondering my eyes started to close. I leaned back into the soft sofa and I drifted off to a blissful sleep.