Masterpiece

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Kevious walked into his home, automatically inhaling the smell of strong seasoned food. His eyes rested on Brooklyn's shoes, happy that she was there.

It had been a few hours since the Miranda situation so he decided to give Brooklyn some space.

Walking into the kitchen, he noticed that she wasn't there. There was a pot of what looked like Dirty Rice on the stove.

Deciding to just go shower, he took some time to think.

He honestly didn't believe that Miranda was pregnant by him. He always made count of the times they had fucked, in case of a situation like this.

He was more than positive of the condoms never tearing or him not wearing any.

The only woman he didn't wrap it up with sometimes was Brooklyn.

"This not my kid." He mumbled allowing the water fall down on his body. Once he was clean, he stepped out the shower.

Looking to the side, he saw that Brooklyn was there.

"You want to talk?" He asked walking near her. She was distracted by his manhood, he noticed and sucked his teeth.

"No. I want you to come eat this food."

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute."

She looked at him once again before leaving out.

*Minutes Later*

Kevious made his way down to the kitchen and grabbed his plate. Taking a seat at the island bar, he watched Brooklyn.

"You alright mama?" He questioned, she nodded continuing to keep her eyes on her phone.

"Come on, quit acting like that."

"Acting like what Kevious?"

He glared at her, not feeling the vibe she was giving.

"I don't like the tone in your voice."

"There isn't a tone in my voice." She rolled her neck a bit, he shook his head.

"Alright B."

"Mhm." She mumbled, he became more irritated by her level of shadiness.

"You got some you want to say?"

"Yep, leave me alone and go see you baby mother."

"How the fuck you gone get mad at me for some shit you know wasn't planned? I'm confused man."

"So my feelings don't matter? I'm supposed to just accept this shit?"

"I'm not saying that, I know your feelings matter. I want you to express them, but you know it's foul how you treating me."

"You're turning this all on me, you don't really care about me." She stood, he stood along with her.

"Say, don't walk away from me while I'm talking to you." He warned her, she ignored him and continued to walk.

Grabbing the vase on the table, he threw it against the wall.

"I said don't fucking walk away from me!" He yelled out in anger, knocking the objects off the counter.

She turned around fearing what would happen next. He paced back and forth a bit before walking over to her.

"Listen, all you got to do is listen okay?" He grabbed her face, she stared in his eyes.

"I-I am listening."

"You know I fucking care, I do. We was just happy B, why ruin what we got?"

She touched his hand that caressed the side of her neck.