Anonymous asked: Ughhh I can't stand Rihanna with a passion. I hope Chris and kae work things out and that the baby is okay. Chris is forgetting that he is having a kid with kae and is doing her dirty

The heart is not a brain. Gorl, lettuce pray.

Anonymous asked: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppppppppppppddddddaaaaaaaattttttttttttttttteeeeeeeeeeee please ;(

No time, boo. I’m busy busy busy for next two weeks… half of the chapter is ready, though.

Anonymous asked: updated again *hype update again what to know wants going to happen

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Chris’ POV

Friday 23th of November, Chris’ house, Richmond, Virginia, 12:09am.

-Thank you for everything, babe, Auntie July kissed me goodbye

It was the end of the Thanksgiving weekend. All my family and Robyn’s were going back to their homes, which were far, most of the time . My twin aunts July and Julietta were the last to leave.

-Oh, no problem. Y’all family.

-You had to let us sleep at your house, anyway. We birthed you, son, Auntie Julietta chimed in.

-Hell no, I could have been like “Who are y’all? What do you want? Naw, I don’t like guests, sorry.”

They laughed and Auntie July added:

-I know you would never do that to your favorite aunties, would you? She pinched my cheeks.

-Pinch my cheeks again, and next time, I will, I joked.

-Oh, Holy Mother of Christ, this is why I hate rich people. Come on, Julietta, let’s leave. We have not the time for selfish aristocrats.

-Oooh, come on nooow, I’m joking, I laughed and pulled them into a hug.

-It was nice to see you again, love, Auntie July said.

-Yeah, come back often, we miss you!

-I’ll try, I’ll try. Gotta work, man…

-Yeah, but you work way too much. You need to rest a little bit, child.

-I like it! I like what I do, I laughed.

-You like working your ass off? Welp. And we cry for holidays. Come do my job, then! Auntie Julietta joked, walking towards her car.

-Please! Auntie July added.

I laughed.

-Nuh, uh, I ain’t doing your bum ass jobs.

-Excuse me? Heck you mean, bum ass job? We got juicy cases to type at court. Well… sometimes.

-Aaargh, no, not court. Please. My case is enough. I’m good.

-Victims and felons are cute too.

-Auntie, I said I’m good! I chuckled.

-I’m good, I’m good, she impersoned me while I carried her bags to the car.

I just shook my head at her before stuffing those heavy ass bag into the trunk. I never understood how girls pack shit. Like, they can leave for two days and they’ll pack the whole house AND the garden. And the funny part is they won’t need half of the things they took. Crazy.

-Auntie July, why yo bags so heavy? Weighting like 3 elephants, I complained.

-Well, I’m a heavy woman with heavy clothes. That’s why. And it’s for you to work out. Look at those slim arms looking like french baguettes. You can’t get no girls with that! She teased as Auntie Julietta started the car.

-Yo, I still get giiiirls! And I got a girlfriend, though, I shrugged.

-You what? She asked as if she didn’t heard a thing, closing the trunk.

What did I just say?

-Hm? I mumbled, seeming clueless.

-Boy, don’t you fool me. What did you just say? She raised her eyebrow.

After I mumbled a quick “nuthin”, she sniggered.

-Welp. Lauren told me anyways.

-Told you what? I grinned.

I was feeling the heat taking over my ears.

-About you and HeadHead. In the kitchen. She even heard noises later upstairs.

Shit! At that moment I just wanted to turn into a mouse and run faaaaaaar away. I wished it so deeply that I even made a prayer to, wishing to be a rat once I open my eyes. But no. I was still standing here. With Auntie Julietta dying of laughter in the car and her twin, staring at me. The only thing I could do was hang my head low in defeat. I told her, I swear I did! “Robyn, not too loud, Robyn, chill with all that moaning” but nooo. I knew she liked it but damn…

-Oh so now, you’re just gonna blush without saying anything? Meanie meanie boy, you can do better, she shook her head.

-Auntie. Bye. Have a nice trip. Get in the car, please, I chuckled.

-Be more discreet next time. All I’m saying is no babies. And no itching genitals. Did you use a condom?

-Auntie, oh my God, goodbye! I hid my face in embarassment just to hear them laughing out loud.

-Alright, alright, we’re leaving! Kiss Tootie for us, son, she said, getting in the passeger seat.

-Ight, I will. Bye, babes.

-Babes? Young man, should we remind you we birthed you? Auntie Juietta rolled her neck.

-Y’all really don’t wanna leave, do y’all? I laughed.

-Yeah, we had such a good time. Call us when you’re in here again, so we can spend some time with our aristocrat nephew.

-Okay, I chuckled.

-Byyye! They said in unison before Auntie Julietta sped off. 

I waved at them and got back to the house. I sighed in relief. 

Finally, the house was calm. No kids running everywhere, no weave talking, no sports talking, no church choir. I loved being with my family, don’t get me wrong. But they were kinda noisy. Although I’m nosy myself. Now, I have some time to rest before leaving tomorrow for LA again… ugh. I loved LA but nothing feels better than home. I’ll not live there forever, though. VA is where everything started and where everything is gonna end. If it wasn’t for work, I’d probably be still living in here. I’d be at peace.

My first concern now was my roaring stomach. So I walked to my spacious kitchen to get some leftovers. Leftovers are life and sometimes, they even taste better than the actual Thanksgiving meal. Grabbing a large plate, I then opened the fridge to admire all that piled up food. The fridge was packed and looked so damn good. Gotta thank the mothers for that. I decided to finally pick some food. I felt like I was ordering in a damn restaurant: some fried plantain bananas, jerked chicken, rice and peas, turkey, coucou, mashed potatoes… I picked everything I saw, basically. I then grabbed a tall Monster drink can before closing the fridge with my feet. I put my mountain of food in the microwave and waited for it to get hot. I needed to kill time a bit so I checked my Twitter mentions. They were all about “Happy thanksgiving”, “I love you”, “faggot ass nigga” and “let me eat your dick.” They were most of the time about Thanksgiving, tho. Just when I was about to type a tweet, the microwave ringed. I dug my phone in my basketball short pocket and took the food out, non chalantly whistling “Don’t Worry Be Happy”.

My whistle faded away when I saw Robyn, spread out on the couch. She must have thought she was Patick Star. I walked past her just shaking my head before setteling myself on the armchair.

-What? Ain’t you never seen a nigga relax? She raised her eyebrow at me.

-Ch, I just shoot and started digging in my food.

-Ch, ch, ch. What are you eating? It smells good…

She sniffed the air.

-Girl, come ooon, you think you’re some dog?

-Hmmm, let me grab a fork.

She rushed to the kitchen and I could hear her frantically digging in the drawers, making everything in the kitchen cling.

-Chris! Where are the damn forks?!

 She started rambling back and forth noisily in the kitchen, just making me chuckle.

-Gorl, just look for them, I bit in my turkey.

-Ugh. Nigga you ain’t no fuuun, all those archaeological excavations just to find a damn- Ooooh, here! 

I shook my head with a slight smirk as she happily hooped back in the room, directly sitting next to me and her fork, as fast as a dart was aiming at my plate. Soon, she dug everything and anything laying there, making rice fall on the ground.

-Damn, let my plate go, man! I cackled.

-Aye, I’m hungry!

-I don’t care, man, take yo own plate!

-Naaah, eating your food is okay.

-Back back! If you wanna eat off my plate, you have to pick one of each. One only. I ain’t sharing more with you.

-One of each? Her eyes widened.

-Y’erd it.

-Naw, it’s not fair. Hm hm. Selfish ass.

-It’s fair!

-I need energy toooo, she whined.

-I don’t care.

-So you’ll fuck an energyless pussy?

Her silly ass made me chocke on my damn food.

-What the fuck, yoooo, I cracked up.

-Real talk! One of each ain’t enouuugh! C’mon, one more. Pleaaaase!

-Fine, fine. Just for your pussy’s sake.

She smiled and frantically dug her fork back into my food before gulping it. I shook my head at chuckling.

I was getting my attention back to my plate before feeling my vibrating phone in my pocket. In no time, Robyn already had her my device in her hand. She was raising her eyebrows and rolling her eyes at the caller ID. I knew what was coming next so I just focused back on my food.

She kissed her teeth before asking me, with a voice full of attitude:

-Fuck does she want? Why is she calling you?

Here we go again. No need to mention who she was talking about. I decided to ignore her because if I gave in, we’d probably be shoving dirty socks down our throats. That was how I was processing this time. Not giving in in the drama. I mean, chewing on my chicken was so much more interesting. Just when I started pretending to focus on what was on TV, she tapped my shoulder.

-Hellooo? I’m talking to you!

-What, damn, I was getting irritated.

-Why is she still calling you? She asked again putting the emphasis or every word.

-You ask her, I brushed her off.

I wasn’t interested in this convo and I had no plans on making it last. She must have not understood it because she kept pressing it:

-I don’t want you to talk to her.

-Come on, Rih, really…

-I’m serious.

I kissed my teeth.

-You forget that we’re business parteners, so whether you want it or not, we’ll still talk. And we’re still firends on top of that, I shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, berfore crossing her arms tight.

-What you tripping for anyways?

I was now looking at her. She had her eyebrows meshed looking at her lap. But that frown wasn’t out of anger, I assumed. She pressed her lips.

-I don’t wanna lose you… I sacrified so many things to be with you again…

-So you’d agree on giving me a second chance? On making it better? I asked, my voice full of hope.

She looked at me, squinted her eyes and then smiled at me.

-Your eyes are shining.

-Oh… Really? Hm…

I was trying to blink away all that glistening thing before hearing her laugh.

-You so cute when you do dumb stuff, she laid her head on her arm which was on the side of the chair.

-Uh uuuuh, don’t you play that game with me. Answer my question.

She threw her head back laughing as she turned red. I already knew what it meant.

-Well I mean… Yeah, she shrugged, never looking at me in the eyes.

I smiled wide letting my plate go and when I bent to kiss her, she stopped me, pressing her arms on my chest.

-Hooool’ up. Before the fireworks, promise me one thing.

She sat up in indian style. I nodded:

-Of course, what’s up?

-Do your best to prove me you’re worth that second chance I’m giving you. You were able to prove me you could get back in my life and make me happy. Now, I want this relationship to work out. Alright?

I was determined to make it happen. You don’t get those chances twice in a lifetime. But I was still was wondering about it. What if I wasn’t able to respect my comitment? That’s what was bothering me the most. I was praying I was making it right this time, I hoped. And if I fucked up, I’d fuck my career up and her reputation as well.

-I don’t like promising. I really don’t.

Her left eyebrow just made a perfect angle showing me that I had to explain my point.

-I don’t wanna promise you something and then just direspect my comitment like that. It’s not that I don’t wan’t to but I can’t. I just… can’t. Not now. I mean, I have plenty of things to focus on and-

-Shhhhhh, she let her index press my lips.

-You don’t need all that talk. You say you’ve changed? You’ve matured? Alright. Trust yourself and your words. That talk talk is for weak bitches. Real niggas act. And I know you’re a real nigga. But, I might be wrong, you know… she trailed, making me chuckle.

-So you think all that talk will make me change my mind?

-No. Not really. But I want you to trust yourself and stop downgrading yourself so much. I know you’re more than that. People don’t. So prove it.

Just then, she extended her pinky finger toward me. She probably noticed how stupid it looked because she was tryna keep a serious face but failing at it. But since it was just a symbolic act, why not go with it. 

Robyn was partly right. It’s like since the incident when it came to her, I seemed to be more cautious in order not to fuck up shit again, especially since everything was normal like three hours before shit went down that night. It’s like I lost control of myself. I know it’s not really appropriate to the situation but it almost like I was… bipolar for one night. Like I was perfectly fine and hours after, I was in a monstruous rampage. I don’t want this again. Never again. So I now weight each one of my actions when it comes to her and if I commit now, I’m afraid I might do some stupid shit out of frustration. Why frustration? Because making a relationship perfect is a lot of pressure and is hard to achieve. And perfect ain’t flawless.

-Chriiiiis, my finger will fall off! She complained, snapping me out of my ocean of thoughts.

-Promise or not?

After losing a three second battle with her emrald eyes, I finally interlocked my pinky finger with hers.

-Promise.

I no time, she crashed her lips against mines wrapping her arm around me. I mirroted the same, letting my phone go off again.

Sorry babe, but you’ll have to wait…

Michael’s POV

Michael’s house, Los Angeles, 12:33am.

Last night was pretty amazing. Angie and I’s families were over for the first time on Thanksgiving. I’m pretty content with my life right now. Like what can I want more? I got a banging girlfirend, my son is the most precious thing of earth, money is raining in my household, my career is stable… So many thing accomplished for a 23 year old. There is not a day where I wake up and don’t feel blessed. And especially today: a soft pancake smell was good enough to dance through the whole mansion and land in my room. If that pancake smell wasn’t a blessing.

I decided to sit up to notice King’s crib and the other side of the bed were empty. I checked the time on my Rolex which was on the nightstand. It read 12:34am. I stretched and jumped out the bed, grabbing my towel. Once I got in front of the bathroom door, I heard Angie talking on the phone. Her voice was muffled by the running water but I still could hear.

-And doesn’t he know?… Call him to tell him, then. He’s the father… Come on, I know he cares about you. He probably has in mind to call you right now… But it was his child too… He will, don’t worry… It know it hurts boo, but stay strong. Easier said than done, but I’ll be there for you. I promise. Losing a child is horrible and I don’t want you to go through it alone.

Ah. Angie and her hoeish firends. They’re the kind to fuck everything fuckable. They’re the kind to abort six times and then cry about it. I feel bad yeah, but still. Bitches gotta sew their pussy closed. If it’s to take the kid’s life right after, take yo pills at least and wrap yo nigga’s D.

Angie couldn’t be with King since she’s taking a shower. And he couldn’t go far not knowing how to walk. So I got back in my room to find some sweatpants and went downstairs. It didn’t take me long to locate where he was. Going down the stairs, I heard his faint cries letting my know he was some where closed. I walked past the living room to the kitchen and once I oppened the door, I mother’s neck snapped in my direction. She had that agravated look on her face and a little milk bottle in her hand. I could tell she’s been trying to feed him but he threw a tantrum. Just when a chuckle escaped my mouth, she hissed:

-Michael, get your child. He doesn’t like me one single bit and he refuses to drink his milk. It’s not even hot, I don’t know why!

Shaking the bottle and dropping some milk on her wrist before tasting it, she repeated again:

-I’m not crazy. It’s not hot!

-Alright, alright, let me get him.

She sighed giving me my child my way. He was still crying and it looked like he didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. 

Fuck Imma do now? Try some father shit. I started rocking him back and forth singing “Hush Little Baby”. I didn’t know the lyrics for shit so I was just singing off key in a gabberish language. I think he felt it because he started crying one octave louder, making my mother laugh hysterically.

-Aaah, little nigga, what is it? Mom, when did he wake up? Maybe he’s just tired.

-He just did. He’s hungry but he’s too angry to eat.

I sighed shaking my head. I won’t lie: fatherhood’s been kicking my ass for the past weeks. King is a rather calm baby when he’s awake at day and when he’s not hungry. But at night, I feel like he wakes up every ten minutes for any reason. Sometimes, all he’ll want you to do is turn him around in his crib, or he just wants to sleep on you, or he’s hungry or this, or that, or fuck. But we gotta bare with it. Although we’re tired as fuck. All those sleepless night are draining us, clearly. If Angie is awake, I am too, so is King. If King sleeps, we all are until he wakes up. But we’re happy he’s here and we know that all those sacrifices are worth it. After all, he’s the product of Angie and I’s love and we’d never trade him for anything.

-Aaaah, who hit my child? Angie barged in the kitchen.

-He doesn’t want to stop crying, yo. And if he cries, he can’t eat, even if he’s hungry. Obvioulsy.

-Aaaw, my little chub chub… she cooded and took him from me.

-You’re the mother. He’ll eat with you since he doesn’t like us, my mother joked.

-Yeah, he doesn’t like chinky eyes, he racist, man, I added.

-Oh, come on, guys, Angie laughed.

-Maybe he just wants me to breastfeed him…

Oh. Should’ve thought about that. Babies like titties. And me too.

-Yeah, yeah, maybe… I smirked stroking my chin

*Marimba ringtone*

-Yup, I answered my phone.

-Heeey, how are you?

I kissed my teeth at the sound of her voice and walked out the kitchen to go at the pacio. I didn’t need anyone to hear this convo.

-Hello?

-Fuck you want?

-Well damn, I just wanted to say hi and ask you about your Thanksgiving, the fuck is this attitude about?

-Aight, it’s fine. Happy? Bye. I told yo ass not to call me again.

-Mike, come on! I told you I was sorry! And psh… I don’t even know why I’m apologizing while you’re the one who instigated that shit.

-You could’ve stopped me! I gritted, pacing back and forth out of annoyance.

-I was drunk too, my mind wasn’t straight… please, I’m sorry. I don’t like beefing with anyone…

-Keep yo apologies for you and stop bringing that shit up!

-Mike, I-

-No, no, no! Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear more about it! You fucked everything up! For once, everything was fine, I swore I’d not let any bitch trap me in her webb and you just had to be there! You took the adventage of me!

I tried me best to muffle my whispered yells.

-What, are you tryna blame it on me now? Calling me a bitch like I’m the one who led you to that fucking room! Know yo wrongs! You did it all by yourself, knowing your so called fiancée was wating for you back home! Don’t piss me off ‘cause you don’t know the shit I can do! She spat through the phone.

-You know what? Fuck you and your hoeish ways. And don’t you dare calling my phone again ‘cause I’ll fuck you up, I fired back.

-What?!

-You heard me, bitch.

I hang up on her, still pacing back and forth. That three minutes call fucked my whole mood up.I was now so frustrated and angry at myself. I have everything. Why the fuck did I go there? I know I fucked up but if Angie does and knows who with, she’ll probably leave… and if she does, King does too. I will not be able to take it. I need them more than anything. Now, the dilemma is taking risks being honest and tell her, or hiding everything from her to keep my family with me. 

I can’t lose her. She’s the love of my life. I can’t lose him. He’s my pride. So the second option can only be right.

Just when my mind felt like it was running a marathon of thoughts, my phone interrupted me again. This time, I wasn’t keeping myself from yelling.

-What the fuck did I just tell you?! Don’t fucking call me again, hoe, I ain’t got time for that!

-E-excuse me? A male voice with a Jamaican accent stuttered at the end of the line.

-Oh… oh man I’m… I’m so sorry… I scratched my head.

-Michael?

-Hmmm yes…?

I was still puzzled. I exploded the poor nigga’s ears.

-Oh Lord, I heard him whisper.

-Hmmm who’s that? I said looking at the ID.

Private number. The fuck.

-I-It’s me… Robert…

-Robert… Iono no Robert, sir.

-Michael… that’s how your mother named you…

He was now sounding like he was crying. What the fuck now?

-Are you crying? Sir, what the fuck? I don’t know you, why do you get emotional over my fucking name? Look, I ain’t in a good mood, I ain’t go no times for games so if you-

-I’m your father, Michael. Ask Naye about me.

The more I read them…. the more they feel corny to me.

And I’m writting the chapter too. :)

Anonymous asked: updateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i love your story hope kae nd chris get back together

Aw, really? Lol. I’m sorry, school is kicking my ass, right now… plus, I’m tryna revise for a test I have on saturday to enter college so… I’ll try. I can’t promise anything, though.

Anonymous asked: next chapter ? :)

Hmmm… next week, maybe. Since I know people actually read my story… \(^_^)/

Anonymous asked: loved it as always :D

Wow, thank you. ^^

Aye, leave some feedback y’all cause I just feel like writting for the walls… I don’t know if what I do is good or bad. Please. :l

Adriana’s POV

-And bitch was steping on my shoes like he owns this hoe! Gurl. I swung him around and got my knee to his balls. I had no choice, Honey kept going on her story connecting her fist with the other palm of her hand.

We cracked up. We were in the club and we had to get two tables. Naturally, we split in two groups, we were like 20: girlon this side, boys on the other. We were laughing, joking and gossiping. Just us. Girls.

-You too violent, girl, Heather giggled sipping on her Margherita.

-Nooooo! Nigga had to learn!

-And nobody told you anything? No security? Angie asked.

-Sis, who gon’ check me? She cheesed cockily.

Her and Angie both hollered before hi fiving. The rest of us eyed other.

-Damn, look at all these sexy ass on the floor, Stormi drooled.

We all looked over to see whet she was drooling at. It was boys dancing their ass off mostly because they got in the club before us so they got drunk faster. Apparently, we took too much time getting ready. Ch. Bullshit. And then, they complain when girls ain’t looking right. Psh.

-Damn right, Big Hood Omari fuckin Boss, look at all that sexiness, hmmm, Honey rubbed her hands.

We all laughed.

-Awll that sexy sweat dripping from his forehead, nom nom! I added.

-Eeeeeeeew, all the girls said at the same time and we laughed.

-Y’all better keep your eyes off my Michael, I’m just saying, Angie warned us.

-And off my Trell! Heather added.

-Heather, please. Trell is not even one shade of cute. Please, Joelle teased her jokyly.

A mix of laughters and “Oooh”s filled the table.

Heather started to scream dramatically in Joelle’s ears:

-BITCH, WHERE IS YOUR ROMEO?! WHERE IS HE?! OH EM GEE, SOCHITTA, HOLD ME BACK!

-Ain’t nobody holding anyone back, now, sitcho ass down and sip your shit, Honey chimed in.

We all laughed once again. Heather sat back obviously holding her laughter back mumbling a quick fuck you to Joelle, who just blew her a kiss.

-But the fact that Chy’s booty is still fatter than Mike’s ol’ self… I can’t, Amber laughed. We joined her.

-And it’s aaaall meat! Angie retorted.

-And scillicone, Bria added as she ran her hand over her lips which caused “sicllicone” to come out disorted.

We cracked up, well I was hollering, while Angie just glared at us.

-Pathetic little bitches…

-Okaaaay, Bria commented rolling her eyes, smiling.

-Tell me about it, I chuckled.

Angie just gave us a stank look and rolled her eyes. Bria and I looked at each other grinning goofily.

-Come on, girls, it’s a party, let the bullshit aside, Amber said.

-You’re right, let’s not mind the non-factors, Angie stood up and went to the bar.

-Bitch, it’s your booty that’s a non-factor! I yelled.

Unfortunately, the music was too loud for her to hear and most of the table cracked up. She was swaying her hips and I just sat here wondering… how the fuck Mike could hit suck a misshappen booty and nut in it.

-C’mon, girls, be cool… Heather pleaded us.

-I am cool! Bria started shit a usual! I giggled.

-But you otis screamed in my ears tho.

-So! I chuckled pulling out my phone. My mother had send me a text so I thought about texting my life away to her before hittin the dancefloor.

Bria rolled her eyes and smiled.

-Whatever.

Few moments later, Angie came back, smiling and shit, with other cocktails. Seven, to be precise. And mind you, we were nine. I brushed it off and just kept texting.

-And other rouuund! For you… you… you… here for you… you… you… you… and me!

She fixed her dress before happily settleing herself back on the chair.

-Cheeeeers! She rose her glass.

Bria violently held back a loud laughter as I dropped my phone on the table and dramatically raised my hands hearing her snorting next to me.

-Now, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I CAN’T.

-Angie, seriously, you’re a mother. Grow up, Bria kept laughing.

-Like why so childish? I can’t even! I said still dramatically holding my chest.

-Okay, are y’all done, now? Angie raised her eyebrow.

-Hell yes, we are, hell yes, Bria replied.

-En efecto! I’m going to get our drinks, we won’t make a scene for some BS, it doesn’t make no sense. Mama taught me to never entertain the bullshit. Anyway. Oh and, Angie, baby, don’t raise that eyebrow, it’s melting. You know, it’s hot in the club, I said standing up.

The girls were acting like they were doing anything else or they hid themselves to laugh.

By this time she went livid. She turned every color possible on earth before her face barely turned a light shade of red. I just smiled at her and I walked to the bar. I ordered two Pink Panty Droppa cocktail winking at the cute ass waitress. Cause yeah, she was cute, I won’t lie. But it was all a game to me. Most of people thought I was bi due to my behavior so I started to act like it in front of strangers. It was all entertainment. I didn’t give a damn, to be honest. She flashed a smile blowing me a kiss when I felt some nails duging twice in my shoulder. I turned around to see some Angie person, still livid.

-Hah, I chuckled, shook my head and turned around again.

 She swung me around and glared at me to spit:

-You and your little friend better behave. 

-Or…? I challenged her picking the glasses the waitress had sat on the bar. Baby girl let a note with em. 

El oh el. I sure knew how to recognize them lesbos.

-Bitch, don’t make me make you regret the day you stepped in America, you cheap ass hoe and your poor ass family.

-Angie, please. Don’t start with that shit cause I’ll break yo neck, I got heated.

She smirked.

-Not before I call the immigrant squad on you…

And with that, she walked away. I was so pissed. I knew I had nothing to worry about. I was good and not on some Kat Stacks shit. But she couldn’t talk about my family while her and her mother are outta here whor- … Lemme cut it there.

I just walked back to my seat and flipped my hair tryna brush the anger away and stuffed the little piece of paper in my purse. I gave a glass to Bria.

-Cheers, baaae.

She faintly smiled before asking me in my ear:

-Do I have to snatch some tracks off a bitch?

I laughed out loud.

-Baby girl, noooo… she ain’t worth it, I just replied making eye contact with Angie.

Bitch was grinning getting me heated over some bullshit. I didn’t want to start no drama, tho. This is not my type. I don’t get heated for minor things. But she was pushing my buttons. My body remained calm but my mind screamed revenge, just for what she said about my family earlier. I just started chewing on my straw. Chewing frustration away. Bitch better watch her back. Revenge is better eaten cold…

-Yo, girls! Fuck y’all be seated for?! Come and dance! Mijo shouted at us.

-Coming! I shouted back at him.

-Yo, Bri, let’s go dance with your boo, I teased Bria.

She quickly went red turning to me.

-Shut uuuuup!

-Bwaaahahahahaaah, let’s go, man, I grabbed her hand with my drink and my phone on the other. I felt some girls following us too.

So here we were, on the dancefloor, surrounded by smoke and the strong smell of marijuanna among drunk bodies just wabbling to the rythm of Bandz A Make Her Dance. I felt the wabbling wave take over me so I just started wabbling also. I couldn’t be irritated for ever. After all, it still was a party… 

*

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*Goooold oooon my chaaain… Gooooold oooon my riiiiing…*

And there, we had to act ghetto. We all stood up and started twerking on each other, pointing out our silver watches and our silver rings. We were drunk and we all started screaming the lyrics along.

-Goooold ooon my waaatch! Don’t believe me just watch, nigga nigga nigga!

The VIP section just looked like some ghetto ass rave. It was getting hotter and hotter and boys were all taking their shirts off, Chris being the first one, of course. The craziest dances were being seen in there and we were all sweaty. The DJ started playing all the types of ratchets songs and we were hyper than ever. I was drinking everything that got under my hand. And most of the time, it was alcohol. Glass by glass, the world looked spinnier. No fucks given, tho, it was a party.

We’ve been dancing for like 1 hour non stop now and I had my heels off. I had smoked a couple of joints so everything seemed wonderful. I was determined not to sit down until the sun raises but I felt someone pulling me by my hips backstage.

-Wut the-

-Shhhhh. 

The person, which I conclued was a man since they had tatts on manish hands, led me to a room and closed the door behind them. Ugh. I had to walk from the VIP section to the nice room bare foot. I felt so much dirt and so much crumbles of fuck knows what under my feet and I had to rub one on the other to remove them. I turned my head around while cleaning my feet to see through my low eyes that nigga gulping some Hennessy, straight from the bottle.

Michael.

Obviously, he was drunk. And more drunk than me. I rolled my eyes. Him and I never really talked during these two months. I didn’t know him. He just seemed like Chris’ puppy to me because I always felt like he was following him everywhere.

-What, Tyga.

-Please, boo, call me Michael…. he winked.

I just chuckled.

-Whatever, Michael. What may I help you with? I asked ploping on the king sized bed in the middle on the room.

-Well, we never got tha chance to chat together, sooo I thought that it would be coo if we changed this now… he walked to the buffet on which was a huge mirror.

-Champain? he asked pulling and Ace Of Spades bottle from an ice champagne bucket seatted there.

-I guess, I shrugged.

He poured the champagne in a glass and gave it to me. I thanked him as he sat close to me. A little too close. It bothered me, so I flinched a little bit. He chuckled.

-You look scared.

-I’m not, I shook my head, taking a mouthful of champagne as if it was some orange juice.

He let out a lazy laugh.

-You look so… So um, he cleared his throat, what’s your name again?

-Adriana.

-Ninuh?

I went into a peal of laughter. I was more laughing out of awkardness than out of fun.

-Nooo, A-Adriana, I told him again.

Too damn awkward.

He had his eyes squinted and he opened them back.

-Oooooooh… Adriana, okay, he nodded.

-I’m Michael.

-I know.

-Oh… he gulped some Hen’ again.

Just when I wanted to do so with my glass I noticed it was empty. I sighed and stood up to got the the champagne bucket seated on the dresser. I tripped because of my spinning head. Man, my liver must be dead right now but whatever. I peeped the mirror across from the bed and noticed Mike intensely starring at my cake.

Do you smell revenge? Because I do.

I bent over taking my sweet time to open the champagne bottle and pouring it down my glass.

-Damn, I just heard him whisper.

I walked back to him sitting on his lap, my décolleté fully in his face. I had to plan it good. Like, someone else leaving marks on someone you love always causes pain. Wheter it’s pain or pleasure marks…

-So… what do you want to know about me?

-What your lips taste like… he muttered slurring.

Damn, it was easier that I thought.

Before I could say something, he crashed his juicy lips onto mine, kissing me fast and with urge. I won’t lie to y’all, it wasn’t really agreable. However, I managed to get my free hand in his jeans, stroking his little one through his Polo briefs. He was breathing heavier so I knew he was enjoying it. He slapped my glass away and settled me into the dickriding position on his lap to grab my ass and pinch them with all his power. I moaned loud feeling his member getting harder against my pussy through my thong. 

I wanted to go fast. Ain’t no need to last with an stranger. So I just pulled my white dress over revealing my D cup breasts. He stared at them for a moment before pulling my thong off and attacking them. I put one hand around him to keep me still and one hand to pull his jean and boxers. Here was the little nigga, as solid as a rock. I grinned and I made him enter me without warning me, now scraching his back and sucking the shit out of his neck.

-Do my dance on your dick, I moaned.

-You love this shit, right?

I felt him smile and he spanked me. Hard.

I didn’t wanna be loved. I just wanted a quickie. But with bitemakrs. With scratches. With hickeys. A rough one. A painful to see one.

-Yeah… keep goin, bitch.

She’ll know how not to mess with Adrianna Pessoa. Sorry, not sorry.

So yeah. Let’s bounce.

                                               Thu, 22th of November, Richmond, VA, Chris’ house, 7:13pm.

Rihanna’s POV

-Auntie, can you give me the spoon over there, please? My mother asked Granauntie Lauretta.

-Here, she gave it to her.

-Thank you.

She dug the big spoon in the big cou cou which was surrounded by plantain bananas. The island was full of delicious food and just looking at it was making me drool. Jerked chicken, a big ass turkey with potatoes, quiches, apple pies, coco bread, fruit salad and plenty of other good homemade stuffs. I can’t cook for shit so I was just helping people here and there. It was just us, girls, in the kitchen. The boys were all in the living room, cracking jokes, drinking beer and yelling at the football game that was airing on TV.

It was my family and Chris’. It was so weird to come back in this house after so many years. So many years but nothing had changed excepted for a few tags and drawings here and there but otherwise, nothing. When I arrived with my family in the house, of course, we warmly greeted the Brown family for most of us and I naturally found my way to what used to be our room, just to see a few of her stuffs there. I won’t lie, but I kinda felt bad. All these times Chris and I had intercourses while she was waiting for him at his house… I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about it. I snitched on her for cheating but he’s been doing the same to her. But ANYWAY, I don’t see the point of talking about her anymore, right. They broke up, so he’s back on the market. Well, that’s what he told me…

After his breaking up with Kae, Chris and I grew distant. Dry texts, basic convos… To be honest, he even blamed me for it on the low. He wasn’t really him anymore. We even argued one day and he told me that it was partly because of me if him and Kae broke up. What the fuck? Is it my fault if she wanted to suck some dick and not yours? The nerve he had. So yeah, we argued but we cooled shit down. We couldn’t be mad at each other forever. We love each other too much for that. He told me he loved me, before. I don’t know if it was because he was high or because we just made love. Like, I have some doubts. Is it still genuine? Is it to prove people wrong that he got me back? Is it to be like “Yeah, I can get her at anytime”? Am I just a crush? I know we’ve been knowing each other for years but I can’t help but think about it. What if I loved him more than he did? I always felt like it. And thinking about it made me have a frog in my throat. My mind was racing in a place and in a moment it shouldn’t be and I couldn’t help it. Fuck.

All of a sudden, I got surprised by someone stealing a kiss from my cheek. I jumped and looked at the direction it was coming from. Chris.

-Did I scare you? He chuckled raising his eyebrow.

-Well, a little bit, I rubbed my cheek blushing.

-It’s cool. Since nobody’s here… I came here to get some appetizers but all the food gone, he kissed his teeth.

-But instead, I just found you, starring at the ground like a retarded person, like, what’s up? I had to break that retarded daze you had, he shook his head.

I laughed and punched him playfully.

-Bitch! Fuck you…

-Oh, whenever you want, bae… he put his hands on my hips.

I chuckled.

-Has anyone told you that you’re corny as fuck?

-I get that a lot, he chuckled leaning on my shoulder.

He started planting soft kisses on my neck, taking them to my jaws, my cheek and before landing on my mouth. His lips were everything. They were juicy, warm and soft. Just like the first time we kissed. His kisses always triggered the butterflies in my stomach to wake up and to fly high. My heart was racing and propeling the blood all over my body fast. His hand were traveling from my hips to my ass, gripping it and making me moan against his mouth. He lift me up deepening the kiss and set me on the now empty island. My hands, once on his chest, found their place on his perfect jaws.

-Ahem! Somebody cleared their throat making us jump.

We looked towards the kitchen’s frame fast to see who it was. It was auntie Lauren. She shook her head at us smirking.

-We’re about to say the grace. Y’all should come.

I looked towards Chris who was now vivid red. I chuckled.

-Okay, I jumped off the island and walked to the dinning room with Chris behind me.

The two families were all at the table, just waiting for us. And they, obviously, left two chairs side to side just for us. Once we were seated, Chris bent over my hear whispering:

-Don’t think it’s over. We’re finishing what we started later.

-Chris, oh my God, shut all that sin up, we’re about to pray! I laughed.

He laughed setting his napkin on his thighs.

-I’m forreal, tho. Just watch.

-Shut up! I chuckled.

-So please, let’s take each others hands and thank the Lord for His grace and His mercy because hHe recommends to thank Him every moment He makes.

Granauntie Lauretta preaching that good word while her granson outta here thinking about pussy. Lord, he needs Jesus.

We all closed our eyes and said a prayer. Mine was thanking Him for my family, my friends, my career, my fans. These last 7 years have been surreal. Like, I have wonderful fans and a brilliant career. I just released my 7th album and it was doing great. It was my first number one ever and the only one I could thank was God. I never tought I would have such a big infuence on people, that they would sing and play my songs on repeat, that my name would be known worldwide. Of course, there was ups and downs, but still. I was also thankful for the strength the Lord had gave me to forgive my father for what he did to our family years back. It made me able to forgive Chris also and to be here, with him, sharing great moments. It’s crazy, but I’ve lived some of the worst and the best moment of my life with him. Six years, though thick, thin, nothingness, abundance, devastation, joy with him but we were still here. Now, stronger than ever. As I prayed, I took a quick glance at him. Damn he was sexy even when he was praying. And the fact that he was horny two minutes ago and now praying made me chuckle, which interrupted my mother’s prayer, who glared at me. By the time I wanted to close my eyes again, Granauntie Lauretta had already said the final Amen.

We all said “Amen” in unison before dishing out food to each other. All the different smells made me want to eat everything. The table was so rich with different colors and food.

We were all eating and chatting with eachother. I was mostly chatting with the Brown fam, since it’s been years. They always made me laugh and made me feel at home since day one.

-Yo, Big Head, pass me the salt shaker outchea. Iono who made that gumbo, but shit is lacking of salt. Tell me who, tho, so I can invest in some recipes books for Christmas, Daddy Clinton told me shaking his head.

And off course, all the boys at the table cracked up, Chris being the loudest one. Daddy Clint always called me Big Head. Well, actually, the whole fam were. I was cool with it so I just laughed with them.

-Oh, Clinton, don’t start! Auntie Lauren warned him.

-Aaaaaaah! Now, I know what to gift you for Christmas, I’m glad you spoke out! He still teased her.

-But the fact that it’s your second plate, tho, she pointed out.

-Naaaaah, I’m just eating out of politeness.

-Yeah, right, Auntie Lauren chuckled.

I was between Chris and Rajad, my little brother, who were stuffing their face like they never ate before. They were smacking their mouthes, slurping and chewing loud like cows, it was disgusting.

-Can both of y’all chill with all that slurping? I frowned, annoyed.

-Wah? Chris asked chewing some chicken out loud.

-Oh, my… I just put my head in my hands.

Just then, Rajad slurped in my ear. I jumped out of surprise and hit him playfully before threatening him with a piece of bread.

-Nigga, stop before I stuff this bread in your ass!

He just started laughing and then, my father stood up and tapped on his glass with his knife, asking for our attention. Once the noise faded away, he cleared his throat and spoke:

-Well em… I’ll talk briefly since we’re all eating… but I just wanted to thank the Brown family for welcoming us there. Again. We have strong bonds and I hope them to never get cut. We’re like a big big family and it warms my heart to see all these smiling faces communicating together and sharing love. Love is what this world needs and I’m glad that we got that. Not all the families have this kind of love. Althogouh we haven’t reunited for years, we’re still very close. So I would like to thank the Browns, once again, for welcoming us in ther and to let us eat all their food, he chuckled with us.

-And I hope that there will be more moments like this. In Barbados too! You all need to come there. I’m thankful for you all. You are such amazing persons and I would have never meet you if it wasn’t for our lovely children, he said, eyeing Chris and I. I felt blood rushing to my head.

-And to you two… thank you for having our backs. Thank you for working your ass off for us. Being a celebrity is not easy, but I’m glad you two are handeling it, although it’s very difficult. And remember: Love is stronger than hate. Positivity over negativity. May Jah bless you two and our families. That’s all I had to say.

He sat back down as we applaused. It was one of those movies like moments where everyone was happy and shit. It made me smile. I was running my hands over my thighs contempling wether I should get more food or not when I felt Chris’ hand on mine. I started blushing as I saw him looking at me with a faint smile through my peripherical vision and I smiled too.

Damn, I love him.

*

**

-Noooooooooooo, fuck that shit, bruh, Andrew, Chris’ cousin, threw the controller on the table, upset.

-Ayo, chill with all that controller throwing, nigga, you lost, point blank, man, ain’t no need to get mad at my stuff, Chris frowned at him.

He just rolled his eyes as Myles kept doing his little victory dance. He was so cute. Only 14 but so cute. I smiled at him.

-Aaaye, kid, good joooob! I dapped him.

-Ain’t nobody fuckin with me. Who’s trying to? Who? Who?! He stood up and rose his hands in a sassy way. I just chuckled at him.

-Let’s do it, Chris took the second controller.

-Hell no, man, it ain’t no game, man… he sat back down.

-Yes, it is! Press play, little nigga.

-Pshhhh, Myles shook his head recluantly pressing play anyay.

They were playing Call Of Duty. It was a mode where they had to find and kill each other. It looked fun and easy. I guess I could try…

-Lemme play for you, I told Myles.

-Oh, ‘ma, go aheaaaaaaaaad, I ain’t tryna get an asswhooping, bruh, he gave me his controler.

The whole guest room cracked up, even Samual, the “Pothead” cousin as they called him, who was smoking on the balcony. It was me, my little brothers Rorrey and Rajad and Chris’ cousins in the room. We were like 15 in the room. And some of his cousins were downstairs. So that was a big big family as my father said earlier.

In a few minutes, I was dead 12 times. Like, the game was more difficult than I tought. It looked so easy, I don’t understand. Chris would kill me with a grenade, shot me 99999 times or stab me in the back. I only killed him once because he let me do it. And it took me 30 fucking seconds, while he was just in front of me. All the boys just kept sneering at me and all of that but I didn’t mind. It was all a game.

Before Chris was able to kill me again, the 10 minutes game ended with him winning, of course. I would lie if I told y’all I wasn’t salty. 23 to 1. Mmmmmmyep.

-Damn, bae, Chris started laughing.

-Shut the fuck uuup, I ain’t used to these kind of games! I crossed my arms.

-Yeah, whatever, he chuckled.

He stood up and then streched while these niggas started rushing for the controllers. They were trying to snatch a controller outta one of Chris’ cousin’s hands.

-NO! NO! NO! ERRYBODY GET OFF ME! DJ kept yelling at them.

-Nigga, you can’t play! The fuck you tryna take the controlla fo’?! Preston yelled at him with his country accent. It made me chuckle.

-Yo, somebody tickle a nigga! David yelled.

Just then, Karon popped out of nowhere and started to tickle the freak out of DJ, who was struggling on the bed to get out of their grasps. He started shaking violently and he laid on the controller.

-I’m goin to smoke. You comin? Chris asked me.

Just when I was about to answer, he yelled:

-AYO, YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS BETTA CHILL WITH MY FUCKIN STUFF BEFORE I CUT YO FUCKIN NECKS!

His counrty accent on full effect. I burst into laughter.

-I swear these niggas wanna get their throats sliced, he shook his head.

-Anyway, you comin?

-Yeah, I shrugged and followed him on the balcony, leaving the chaotic room with him.

Once outside, he took his lighter which was housed in the back pocket of his jeans before sparkling the blunt and taking a drag from it.

Thank God, we had hoodies on because it was freaking cold in here. Steam was blowing out of my mouth as I shivered lightly like a leaf. To prevent myself from getting colder, I pulled up my hoodie to the bottom of my mouth, I hid my hand in my long warm sleeves and wore my hood. I looked at the view. His basketball yard was dark. The green and fresh grass was dark. Everything was dark, excepted for the horizon and its surroundings. Little yellowish brown spots stained the black forest landscape. I liked it, actually. It made me feel regular again. Richmond was not all extra like LA or London. It was a simple city with simple people. I remember walking in its streets without being followed by a crowd of thirsty ass photographers everywhere. I really felt down to Earth.

My vision was soon blurred with Chris’ smoke he released few seconds ago, judging by the smoke’s transparency. He then came behind me and wrapped his hands around me. His lips found their way to my neck and he squeezed me lightly.

It made me smile. It made me feel good. It made me feel loved.

I took his already cold free hand and dug it in my hoody’s big single pocket. I put mine in it too, just to hold his through my sleeve. He took a long drag before handing me the blunt.

-I’m glad we made it… he squeezed my hand.

-What are you talking about? I said inhaling the smoke.

-Well all the shit we been thru. I mean fights, break ups, distance… and yet we always end up back in each other’s arms again.

-True dat, I smiled and blew the smoke.

-Do you love me? I asked.

He gave me a weird look before answering me.

-Hell yeah, what you mean?

-Oh, I just needed to be reassured you did, I smiled to his face. He smiled back.

-That’s a dumb question. Don’t ever ask me this again.

I chuckled.

-Whatever.

He kissed my temple as I took an other drag.

-You know… when I got in this house earlier… so many memories surfaced back… it’s like… they were so vivid. The crazy running all around the house, the movie nights with popcorns and snacks under the covers, the arguings… the cryings…

I exhaled the smoke as I felt him pressing his lips against my cheek.

-Yup… he sighed.

-But we made it, though.

-That’s what I was saying earlier, he smiled.

-I know…. I took a drag again and gave the blunt to him.

-It’s crazy, I almost whispered looking up to the stars.

They were shining so bright. I heard the blunt burning from him inhaling it.

-No. It’s love.

And then, he blew the smoke, looking at the stars just like me.

I turned to face him. We looked at each other. It was like some stars were still in his eyes by the way they were glinting. I felt my head getting hotter as I started to get lost in them. I had to look away before he notice I was blushing. I hung my head low, liking my lips, not knowing what to say or not knowing what to do. See, that was what Chris was doing to me. Loss of words, butterflies making roller coasters in my belly, unnecessary blood rushing ro my head, wet palms… wet panties…

He suddenly lift my chin, breaking my daze.

-Yo, nigga, I know you’re blushing, he grinned.

I kissed my teeth hiding my smile.

-Shut up.

-It’s okay, doe, you can tell me that you’re feeling a nigga, he grinned harder.

I just decided to play the game too. 

-Well do you want me to tell you or show you… I asked him, rubbing his pants zipper.

-Hmmmm… He inhaled and exhaled.

-It would be better if-

He got interrupted by Preston entering the balcony all of a sudden, making me jump.

-Yo, lovebirds, y’all got something left for me? I need to ease my mind cause ch. Getting beaten at COD ain’t life.

Chris sighed and rolled his eyes.

-Meet me in your bedroom, I quickly mumbled in his ear and then got back inside.

He smiled to me and let me go.

-Oh my God, you’re still playing that game? I asked them, all their eyes focused on the TV as I got back in the room.

-Shhhhhhhh! Andrew hissed.

-Well damn, sorry… I whispered  and just got out the room. 

I closed the door and made sure nobody saw me making my way to Chris’ room or getting in. Once I got in, more and more memories invaded my mind. This time, it was the nasty ones. And tonight, I was determined to make them come back to life.

I stripped off my clothes and let them nicely fall on the ground, one by one. I took my hoodie off first and laid it there, just in front of the door. Taking the most little steps, I unbuckled my jeans, dropped em to the floor and let them there. I had now just my underwears on. The room was all a tease. Only clothes on the floor. So I entered his bahroom and dropped my thong before unclipping my bra. I openned the cold glass shower door and turned the hot water on, just for it to steam. And I needed to relax a little bit. I stepped in and let the hot water run all over me, my hands traveling to my secret pleasure gardens. I started rubbing them softly, humming 1+1. Steam was starting to form all around me, traveling through the opened bathroom door to the bed room. Heat was exciting me and those little waves of pleasure I was sending to myself were making me more than ready for him.

I wanted him. I carved him.

My insides were getting more slippery as my heavy breathing turned into soft moans. I then leaned on one of the cold glass walls. Cold. Chilly. Fresh. My skin broke in goosebumps as my back got in contact with the glass. Trapping my bottom lip into my teeth, I started rubbing on my pearl harder. I felt my pussy throbbing against my soaked fingers as steam filled my lungs to let out a moan full of pleasure.

-Damn, you’re already starting without me?

His voice starteled me. I opened my eyes to see Chris unbuckling his belt looking deep into my eyes. His eyes screamed for lust and desire. His skinny yet muscular frame was put in relief by these tattos dancing from arm to arm, traveling by his chest and neck. The more I stared at him, the more I wondered how much time God spent making him. I’d say hours. Days. Or even months. Shit, I didn’t know. But he was one of the most beautiful thing I ever laid my eyes on, on my entire life.

-Well, I chuckled.

-I wanted to get the pussy ready…

He firmly grabbed his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His white Polo boxer was like glued to his body, revealing a bludge. And not a small one.

-C’mon, get in the shower! I ain’t gon’ shower myself, I smirked.

He smirked back before stepping over his jeans and entered the shower. He pulled me by my waist and stuck his lips on mines. Our lips were like magnet puzzle pieces. They got attracted and perfectly fitted with each other. Once our lips connected, it was like nothing else existed around us. With one kiss, we were gone. It was just us, wanting to feel our insides, with hands raming and touching all the right places of our bodies. 

He tightened his grip on my hips as I tried to lower his boxers. With my eyes still closed and his hands now traveling to my ass, I lead my hand to his dick to get him in full errection. I was stroking him slowly, making sure he was enjoying it. And he was. His breathing was changing. It was getting irregular and I could feel his chest on my breasts waving up and down. He squeezed my ass with one hand before sliding two fingers in my already wet pussy. I gasped and started stroking him harder. He went for my neck, making sure he was leaving hickeys. And by the way he was licking and sucking on my skin, I could tell it wasn’t a small one. So if he wanted to act so… why not try myself. I covered an exposed part of his neck’s skin with my lips before sucking on it like my life depended on it. He was now pressing his thumbs on my clit making my arch back and moan unvolontarily. 

He suddenly stopped and lift me by thighs and he backed me up agaist the wall. We had an intense staring contest. He bit his lip, still not wanting to turn his eyes away.

-You think I’m gon’ look down? I raised my eyebrow at him.

-No, sir. Not today.

-Really? he challenged with a mischievous grin.

-Really.

Just then, he slid himself in me and started rocking me up and down. I tried my best to suppress every noise that were coming out my mouth but I miserably failed at it. He was pumping the shit out of me like he never got pussy in ages. It felt so good. I’ve been sexually frustrated for a while but tonight, I needed to quench my thirst. 

I’ll let him dominate, though. He knows how I like it: Rough.

Rude boy. He’s sure big enough.

Kae’s POV

Throwing up.

That’s what I’ve been doing for the past week. I’ve been throwing up so much that I couldn’t eat anything anymore. Well… I had to make an exception for sushi. They were my weakness. But otherwise… all I was throwing up was gastric juices, if it wasn’t just my liquefied stomach.

I was bent over the toilet seat for the 10000th time today with my stomach turning upside down. It hurt but it wasn’t a pain I experienced before. It was like… someone was pinching my womb and tearing it away. I didn’t want to tell Dante because I didn’t want to worry him. And it wasn’t that serious, I mean it hurt only from times to times. One minute I would be completly fine and one minute I would be rolling in pain. I guess that’s how pregnancy is.

Throwing up soothed my pain a little bit and, even though it was taking me a lot of energy, I still found the strength to stand up, flush and brush my teeth. It was Thanksgiving and I had invited my family and friends over to the condo so I didn’t want to make them wait for me, especially since I was “the host” in a way. So I washed my face with fresh water, splashing it on me repeatedly until these hot flashes faded away and I went to lay down in the master room a little bit.

This room… there were so many memories attached to it. So many arguments were still resonating, so many moans and grunts were still doing echo and those pillows were still full of tears. His… mines… sometimes out of joy, but most of the time out of pain… But all of this was the past. I had to restart my life. Not from scratch, becasue I had something to build on, but I had to restart it. I had an empire to build in the fashion world and Chris was down to help me. Now, it was back to us having a professional relationship again. Just like the begining. Our breaking up was like a “reset” button, basically. A lot of magazines were asking for interviews, press conferences and I had to turn these offers down. All of them. See, I didn’t feel like talking about it. It was my business. Not theirs. Until now, I didn’t really felt the need to share my breaking up with them.

Someone knocking at the door interrupted my thoughts.

-Kae? Seiko’s voice called.

-It’s open!

She poked her head in before letting her whole self inside. 

-Hey. I thought that you’ve been out for a while so I wanted to see what was up. You threw up again, uh?

I nodded.

-Girl, why don’t you just go and see a doctor? Seiko approached and sat next to me.

-It’s going to be fine, Ko, it will eventually go…

-Kae, you’re pregnant, you should take precautions. Being sick while pregnant is a whole other thing, especially when you’re like 5 months pregnant!

-Chill, I ain’t even 4 months yet…

-I want you to go to the doctor tomorrow. No, fuck I’m sayin… WE are going to the doctor tomorrow.

I lift my hands up in surrender.

-Up to you.

-No, it shouldn’t be. Ugh, you’re not even taking it serious…

-Seiko, chill, okay, we’re going to the doctor tomorrow, that’s it.

She was starting to annoy me even if I knew it was out of love. She was right, tho. I slacked myself, lately. I shouldn’t do that. I mean, somebody’s life is at stake.

I sighed and left to go to the living room to see my mother with her coat on.

-Oh, mom, are you leaving?

-Yes, I’m starting to get tired. I made the dishes, just in case you were too tired to do them.

-Ah, thank you. So mch.

-Well, I’ll be passing by tomorrow. Have a good night, sweetie.

-Yeah, good night mom, I hugged her.

-Thank you for coming.

-Oh, but it was my pleasure.

I smiled to her and turned myself towards Ray, my brother.

-And you, I pinched his cheeks.

-See you later, broski.

-Yeah, see you, see you. Can you stop pinching me, damn!

-Aye. Watch it with the attitude, I pointed my finger at him.

He rolled his eyes and smiled.

-Whatever. Bye, Kae. See you.

-Okay, thank you for coming by.

I walked them to the door to say a last good bye and I closed it.

-Now, I am exhauuuuuuuuuuuusted.

-Oh, but you can go to sleep, boo, we can clean the house for you. And it ain’t that dirty anyway, my friend Justin suggested.

-Aw, you’d do that?

-Yeah. Seiko sleeps over anyway, so she has the keys. We’ll leave once we’re done cleaning.

-Ah, thank you. Thank you so much! Ugh, hallelujah. If oooonly the world were full of Justins…

-You wouldn’t have been dumped by that asshole, he shook his head.

-Justiiin… 

-Oh, you want me to call him a douchebag? You prefer that? Okay, then. That douchebag.

We cracked up.

-Should I remind you that you sitting on the couch that the douchebag bought? Should I remind you aswell that the douchebag gave this house to me?

-So? Once a douchebag, always a douchebag, he sipped on his leamonade.

I chuckled.

-Welp. I’m going to sleep. Bye guys!

I rushed to the room where I laid my ass flat in the comfortable bed. I was too lazy to put on my PJ’s so I just stripped off my clothes and tossed them. I’ll clean that tomorrow. All I needed right now was a good sleep.

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4:00 am

My eyes were closed. My eyes were heavy. My whole body was hot. My body was wet I felt too weak to move and someone was still twisting my womb.

Was I dreaming? Was I awake?

Hot flashes were telling me other wise.

The more the minutes passed by, the more I was in pain. I was exhausted; my senses weren’t at their best right now. This was very, extremely annoying, especially since I needed some sleep. It’s been like this for a while though: every nights, the baby was wrestling with the wombs causing me to wince in pain all the night long. I took a few breaths to ease the pain but nothing. The pain was still here and I couldn’t take no medecine. I huffed in frustration. I was honestly tired of this shit. 

I sat up to stand up and before I could do the next move, a sharp pain stricked my stomach, making me lay back down. I groaned: This was too much. Worse than cramps. As tears were jailed in the back of my eyes, I noticed that my bottom felt hotter than my whole body and the humid feeling on the sheets wasn’t helping me getting better. I needed help. Right now. I didn’t know what was going on, but something was just not right. 

My numb hand made it’s was weakly to my pillow to grab my phone and to call Seiko.

-Hello… she whispered

-Seiko… can you come… I don’t feel good at all, I confessed, a hot tears escaped my eyes.

I heard her standing up in fury and the door opening violently. Three quick steps followed before she barged in the room and turned the light on. Once done, I could have sworn to see her face fall into pieces. Her chinky eyes were now opened wide, as wide as her jaw dropping. She was breathing heavy in panic.

-Oh-oh my God, Kae, have you called the paramedics?!

-Nooo, I’m so afraid of what they could saAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Squeezing my pillow to burry my head in it made me discover the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

Blood. My blood. All over the sheets. All over my panties.

My heart starting beating out of control as I burst in tears. I’ve never been in so much panic in my life. I was trembeling and at the verge of a panic attack.

-SEIKO! M-M-MY BABY! CALL THE PARAMEDICS, MY BABY IS DYING! IT’S DYING!

I was screaming for my dear baby’s life as a trembling Seiko called the paramedics. Just when she started speaking on the phon I started to feel numb. I was lacking of air. The more I was trying to breathe, the more my lungs were getting empty. I started gasping, gasping, and gasping, until I couldn’t control it anymore. All that oxygen overflow got me light headed, and my vision was getting darker.

Soon, It was complete darkness again. I could just hear yellings and cryings. And the last thing I clearly heard was “Baby, are you okay?! Do you hear me?! Help, she’s dying!”