I Adore You [CURRENTLY IN REWRITING]

III

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Rewritten!

I looked at my paycheck and smiled. What a beautiful number. Better than what that bitch used to pay me before Dimitri killed him.

I actually haven't seen Dimitri in about two weeks. Samantha told me that Kazan had to go on a business trip to Germany and Russia, so I guessed Dimitri was with him.

I had to stop thinking about him because I absolutely did not like this man at all. No, I lied. I was thinking about him a lot. I don't like him, though....I think.

Anyway, I wanted to go to the club with Samantha because I was lonely, but I realized that she had a man. So I came home, and I was on the phone with my brother.

"Can you shut the fuck up for once?"

"Nigga I do what I want when I want."

I rolled my eyes. "I actually wanted to talk to your daughter that you had twelve years ago."

"You keep bringing that shit up. Shut the hell up."

"I'm not feeling the reverence, Revere."

"And you won't." He laughed like a stupid monkey. "Issa, come get the phone. Your bitch ass aunt wanna talk to you."

"Fuck you. Damn." I bark at him.

"You're only talking to her because her mother will kill me if I don't."

Gabriella, the woman that my brother had a child with, does not tolerate his bullshit. She's a force to be reckoned with–I actually think she has undiagnosed anger issues but that's neither here nor there as she keeps my brother in place like the fool he is.

I recommended that she break up with my brother when he was acting a bit iffy about her pregnancy, but she insisted that she loved him, which is....wow, I thought only my mother would love him.

I remember when she was giving birth, Revere didn't want to be there because he didn't want to see the blood and stuff. Twenty minutes later, Gabriella came out cursing in Spanish, English, and every other language, forcing him into the labor room.

I will never forget that moment. He looked so stupid. I have a small recording of it, it would have been longer, but Mom told me to stop being stupid.

"Hello?" Issa's soft voice filled my ears.

"Hey Issa, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Thanks." She said quietly.

Issa has major social anxiety, and even though I was named her godmother, she's still so shy around me, so I try to limit my visits to calls.

"I know your birthday was yesterday, but I couldn't call off work. So tell me what you want. I'm all ears."

"Um...I wanna go cat shopping with you."

I sat up, surprised. "You wanna go with me?"

"Yes. Will you be able to make it?"

I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "Of course! I would love to, baby,"

"Ok, thank you."

We talked for about five minutes before I got a knock on my door, so we decided to end it by setting up a date for the cat shopping next week. I was surprised that she actually wanted to spend time with me. She was so scared of me before.

I got up to check who was at my door. It was a random man and a little boy. Well, this was awkward.

"Um, wrong address." I tried to close the door, but he stopped it.