TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

Can you believe that McCarty has me playing video games at his house for seven and a half hours? As if I were some damn idle teenager who doesn't have anything better to do. And because of that, I got home a few minutes before midnight. By then, Tajea and little Nik were sound asleep in her quarters.

Smile. They look so at peace. Therefore, I won't disturb them. I'll just go to bed. Well, right after I get a quick shower.

Close to the end of my bathing session, I heard the bathroom door open. It seems Tajea is awakened and up for something naughty. At least that's what my dirty mind was hoping for. Damn, I'm so fired up.

Excitedly, I slid open the glass door. And imagine my disappointment when I see it wasn't her, but Amelia posing at my bathroom doorway like a h*rny porn star, dressed in a very revealing lingerie.

Deep sigh.

Alright. I'll admit, she looks alluring and tempting in those skimpy pieces of clothing. The woman has gotten so thick, too. Broad hips and thighs. And though her breasts weren't as firm as they used to be (plus they grew a little bigger), her tummy is a bit out there. Obviously, this is all because of pregnancy. None of that took away anything from her sexual appeal.

In fact, I think she looks way better now with her little body weight, which others might deem imperfect, than being a slim thing.

Any heterosexual hot-blooded male would be fuelled with the urge to smack that all over the globe. However, I'm not the least bit interested.

Haha. I bet you were all bashing me. Crucifying me just now for stating my observation. Making bad comments like typical men. Rolling eyes. Men are dogs. Vultures. Whatever despicable things you ladies labeled us men as.

Tongue click.

Please note that I am madly in love with someone else now. You all know her. She's crazy and has a bad temper. She's also very rude too, but you can't help loving her anyway.

Just thinking about her and how she makes me feel fuels me with the strength to overpower all carnal desires for every other woman in the world. Every temptress and enchantress. And ladies, I'm not sorry if I break any hearts because I found the only woman I wanted.

Besides, I'm not crazy enough to allow Amelia to seduce me. That's like committing suicide. But fun and jokes aside, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt the people I love (the woman I love), because if she's hurt, I'm hurt too. It's that simple.

Amelia walked up to me, throwing herself at me. Caressing my chest. Trying to kiss me, touch me down there.

Heck no!

I had no choice but to forcefully stop and shove her off me before things got way out of hand here. Well, it already did, the minute she thought it was a good idea to show up in my bathroom in the middle of the night dressed like this. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You used to like it when I dressed like this. So, I did this for you," Amelia answered. Her facial expression reminds me of a sly vixen as she carried on all sexy and begging to get f*cked. She's determined. I'll give her that. But so am I. "Don't you like it, Nik? I got it just for you."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yes baby. You can have me anywhere you want. Like you used to." She was all over me again, caressing my chest and head like I was her old sugar daddy that she's trying to con out of money. Not any more.

I pull back from her, and my face displays how annoyed I am by her right now. "What I want is you out of this damn house. And as soon as the DNA test gets here and proves that child isn't mine, I will personally throw you out of this house. Now get the f*ck out of here." I didn't give her any room to talk back. I just pushed her shameless ass all the way out of my room and bolted the door.