Paula POV
"Keem, come rub my feet.." I yelled.
I was laying in bed , and Keem was in the restroom shaving.
Keem came out the restroom and sat on the end of the bed by my feet.
"Why I gotta rub your stank feet?" he asked , making a face
"Don't you love me?" I asked , making a puppy face
"Yeah, sadly I do love your spoiled ass..."
"I'm not spoiled.." I said
"Then what do you call it?"
"Getting my way.." I said
"That's the definition of spoiled.."
"hush, and rub my feet.." I whined
He finally started rubbing my feet..
"Babe, have you thought about what you're going to do after the baby is here? I mean like job wise.." he asked
"yeah, I wanna go back to school..and became a lawyer. I already told you that." I said
"I know, but I just wanna make sure. You know I gotcha right?" he smiled
"Yeah, I know.." I smiled back
"Bab-" His phone started ringing. he walked over to answer it.
KEEM POV
"Hello?"
"aye, bossman..that nigga is after you." one of my old friends , Markell
said..sounds as if he's crying.
"who?"
"Paula's uncle..he found out you're the that sent us and he said he's coming for your head..." he sniffed
"Mar-" I heard a gunshot, and the line went silent.
fuck..
LA'STAR POV
"I hope you rot in hell!" I yelled at my mother
"Look, I'll be damned if you talk to me any kind of way. I'm YOUR mother. Not the other way around.."
"Bullshit, I don't have a mother. I never did.."
"Don't you ever say that again. I will slap the piss out of you."
"I do as I please, you are in MY house. You tried sleeping with MY man. Your stay is pass over due. I would like for you to leave now. " I said
"Girl, I'm saving you. Don't you get that? I was tryna making sure he was a good man.." she said
"Do I look fucking stupid to you? Ima need for you to get your bags and leave.."
She looked at me one last time , and took off for the guest room.
"baby..I-"
"no...ion wanna hear it..I'm not mad at you, but I just need a minute..better yet I need a drink.."
As my mother made her way out , I left to head to my favorite spot , Sunkiss.
As I took in the liquor.. I thought about my mother , and her mind games.
"Another hard day?" The bartender asked
"You have no idea.." I said , while shaking my head
I continued to drink..shot after shot.
"You might wanna stop..how are you going to get home?" some male asked
"That's why they have cabs.." I said as I looked him up and down , he was
dressed in a business suit.
