TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

Ah man, I'm so exhausted today.

First, I got my son ready for school. Well, Tajea was the one who did all of that. I was the one that drove him to school, though. I had a somewhat brief conversation with his teachers and the principal. Then I attend numerous boring business meetings for a few hours with the top executives of my companies.

I've approved and disapproved of business decisions at another one of my companies. I fired and hired some workers there too. I made some donations here and there.

It's very overwhelming and frustrating, I tell you.

You don't know how relieved I was when McCarty came in the afternoon and dragged me away from it all to go have some beer at his place.

"So, is it yours?" I asked McCarty. The last time we spoke, which was last night, McCarty was telling me about some girl who said she had a kid for him. He didn't deny it, since there was a possibility that he might have slept with her. But he wanted to be sure this kid was really his. That is why he told me he was going to do a DNA test sometime today, which I assume he did.

Now, I don't know much about these things, but I figure he might have the result by now.

"I'm not sure," he responded, which puzzled me.

"Didn't you do the DNA test today?" I asked.

"She called to say something important had come up," he responded.

"On the day of the testing?" I find that suspicious.

"Exactly, something ain't right. That is why I sent some of my guys to track her down. I need to know if this kid is mine or not."

"And if she was lying?" I began fearing the worst. McCarty is my brother, and I love him. But when he gets super angry, he does stupid things.

"I'm not going to have her killed if that's what you are asking." He laughed, but I can see he took my question very offensively.

"I didn't say that." Out loud, that is.

"Your expression said it all."

"I'm in no position to judge you." Now I feel bad for jumping to conclusions so quickly.

"Anyway, how are things going between you and Ms. Attitude?" He changed the topic to ease the tension. It's probably for the best.

"There is nothing going on between us." This called for another drink.

"Bro, what are you waiting on to make the move on her?" He asked, putting aside his beer bottle.

"It wouldn't have worked out." And that's the truth.

He looked at me as if I were a damn fool—and probably I am—while nodding his head. "And how did you come to such a conclusion?"

"It's better if we maintain a professional relationship," I responded. My expression betrayed my words, though. It's very obvious that I don't want that.

"Oh, that's BS. How do you feel about her?"

For a moment, I thought about the question asked, and all I could do was smile like a lunatic. The way she makes me feel—words can't describe it.

"See, see!" He laughed at me as he took a drink from his beer.

"Shut up, man!" I was embarrassed.

"You better make a move before someone snatches her away."

"Who? You?" I jested.

"Hell no," he said, disgusted by the thought of being with her. "Even if my brother didn't have eyes on her, that wouldn't have worked out."