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𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦 didn't have the best life. She had two deadbeat parents, her father was addicted to gambling-her...
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BABY is what she said-right? I'm not imagining this right now, am I? She said baby. She definitely said baby. She called Noah baby. They kissed. She called him baby.
I know she did.
What's happening?
Why the fuck am I freaking the fuck out right now? Why does it feel like I've just been punched in the gut?
"Oh, miss melody! I made you breakfast." Miguel spoke. That's when Noah turned his head an looked at me. His eyes widened slightly. He looked me up and down and then looked at my face.
"Melody-" I shake my head and he stopped talking-"oh! This is melody? I've heard so much about you from Noah's parents!" The girl said.
I walked down the rest of the stairs and she smiled at me as she grabbed my hand.
"It's so nice to finally meet you!" She said. "I'm, Millie." She smiled-I gave her a smile, "it's nice to meet you Millie." I say. "Uhm, can I speak to you for a second, melody?" Noah spoke.
I looked at him-"sure." I shrug. He nods and we both walk into the living room. "I can explain." He started. I furrow my brows-"explain that you have a girlfriend..?" I asked.
"She's not my-" I cut him off. "Noah, I'm not mad you have a girlfriend. I'm mad that you cheated on her with me. I don't do that fucking cheating shit. I feel so fucking dirty right now. If I knew you were dating someone I would've never fucked you." I say-crossing my arms.
He stared at me-he was quiet. Something clouded his eyes as he walked over to me-wrapping his hand around my throat. "You don't care that another women is touching me?" He asked.
My heart started beating faster-my stomach turning in knots. "Her hands sliding all over my body...touching me." He whispered.
My eyes widened slightly-is he trying to make me jealous right now?
"My cock inside of her." He whispered, staring into my eyes. I could feel tears starting the build up in my eyes.
If he's trying to make me jealous-it worked. He looked down at me. "She's not my girlfriend." He said-wiping the stray tear that fell down my cheek.
I didn't know I was crying. Am I really crying over this? Really?
He pushed my hair behind my ear-"she's actually my ex who still thinks we are dating. I guess you could say she's a little mental.." he said-cupping my cheek.
