The Cheater || Sequel, Short Story

The Cheater: O3

:Michael "Tyga" Stevenson:

"What did I even do to you?" I asked Nevaeh as I trailed behind her

"Get away from me. I'm running low with patience right now" She snarled, marching up the steps

"Listen to me" I grabbed her arm

"No, you listen to me, you fucking piece of lying shit," She spat "I'm still hurt that you went to get engaged to another woman, but the fact that you lied about me being your cousin?! You need to go to hell, your skinny ass" She slapped my face

"Baby, I said I was sorry-"

"Shut the fuck up, and go fuck some STD havin' ass bitch" She continued up the steps

"Since when did you have a potty mouth on you?" I questioned, staring at her ass that is in my face

"Since I woke up from that damn coma" She chuckled deeply

Nevaeh stood in front of her, now, bedroom door, glaring at me with her huge teddy bear in her arms. Her eyes seemed to change a bit hazel, which scared the hell out of me.

"Go to bed, Michael. Just stop following me" She sighed

"No. And I won't"

"Why?"

"I want you back"

"When will you realize that you are engaged to someone else?!" She screamed

"Aye, aye, keep it down" I covered her mouth "Chanelle asleep"

"So?" She bit down in the middle on my palm

"Shit," I hissed "Look, I'm sorry"

"Your sorry ass need to go pout somewhere else" She pushed me away from the door, slamming it in my face

Groaning in frustration, I went to Chanelle and I's bedroom. She was peacefully asleep and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Slipping off my shorts and shirt, I got up to get on my side of the bed. Laying down, I bit my lip as I slid my arms around her waist. She moaned slightly, fluttering her eyes open as she did so.

"Hey" She looked at me

"Hey, beautiful" I smiled, pecking her lips

"Is Nevaeh alright?" She asked. I nodded "Okay, that's good"

"Yeah I guess" I shrugged

"You act like you don't care about your cousin, Michael" Chanelle kissed her teeth

"I do" I grinned "C'mere"

She scooted over, laying her head on my bare chest. Playing with her curly, yet damp hair, I kissed her lips sweetly.

"You know I love you right?" I told her

"I mean, I don't know"

"What you mean? You should know this" I looked down at her

"I know, and I love you too, Michael. But how would you feel if I told you that I'm a few weeks pregnant?" She nibbled on her bottom lip

Shit...

"Why are you so pale faced?" Chanelle asked anxiously

"I-I just wouldn't have thought that you would be pregnant, I mean" I rubbed my face "You sure?"

"I'll be more sure when I find out on Sunday" She smiled weakly "It seems like you're not happy about it"

"I am" I pecked her forehead

I felt her hand push me away from her.

"What?" I raised my eyebrow

"What's going on, Michael? Seriously. Because I feel like you're hiding something. Don't lie to me either, because I hate it when you do that shit to me" She furrowed her eyebrows together as she frowned