Chris P.O.V.
"Chris, it's me."
Paris.
I sighed. What now? "Yeah?"
"Were you sleeping?" she questioned.
"Paris, get to the point."
"Chris. I might think, um.. I think that I'm kind of pregnant." My jaw dropped, I basically dropped the phone.
"Paris, do not start this bullshit with me. It's too early in the morning for this!" I glanced at my phone, 2:56 A.M. "Why did you just happen to call me at 3:00 in the morning anyway?"
"I was... I was just throwing up...And next thing I know I miss my period...and--"
"Fuck outta here, it has to be dude's baby you left me for.. It sure as hell isn't mine!" I declared.
"We need to talk about this in person."
"I don't have time for this--" I started.
"Then, make time. Now. I'm out front."
Damn this bitch.
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Hustle. (Book 2)
General FictionAfter losing Lauryn in New York City and a close encounter with another rival gang, Chris is in for it. Surprises keep popping up everywhere, and it's time to take responsibility for every endless demand. READ BOOK 1 FIRST!
