24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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"Something smells good," said Andrew when he entered the kitchen with the twins in each of his arms.
"Yeah. I'm making blueberry pancakes, bacon and egg for me and Lj."
"What about me,” he asked. “You can't still be mad about last night, right?"
"Yes, because you fricking lied about where you fricking were! What did you expect, that I would be happy and welcome you with open arms? No! Hell no," I yelled.
"Kendia, chill out. I didn't lie. I just mistakenly said Colonial because I stopped there before I went to the Empire Hotel."
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Put a saddle on me, ride me and call me a big donkey.”
“I'm being serious,” he says.
"So why didn't you say that that's where you were in the first place last night?"
"Kendia, I was so tired last night. Those last three days I was so caught up with work and I didn't want to bring the papers home. When I come home to you, I just wanna be into you, baby."
I scoffed, “That's the lamest, lousiest lie I've ever heard you tell. It makes no sense to me that you can't come home with your paperwork, not to mention you were gone for three days at that, because of this so-called paperwork,” I told him.
“I'm sorry, baby, but please just try to understand from my perspective. You think running a company like that is easy? Because it's not. I'm stressed out. Paperwork after paperwork. Meeting after meeting. I barely catch breaks.”
“Oh, so you didn't catch enough breaks when you went missing for those two to three months?”
Andrew groans, saying, “Kendia, come on now. Don't you think it's time to let that go?”
“No, hence why I bought it up.”
Andrew says, “but I'm not bringing up the fact that you slept with Liam.”
“What proof do you have, Andrew, that I slept with Liam? None! You're just assuming and trying to turn this around on me and now put yourself in a victim's shoes; but you're no victim. You're a liar. I know damn well you weren't at work. I'm more than sure that you were with a woman. Probably the same woman you went missing with the two to three months you were away.”
“Do you have any proof?”
“I don't need proof. I know that I'm right.”
“So that must mean that I'm right about you sleeping with Liam then, right?”
“No.”
“So why are you accusing me without any proof,” asked Andrew.
“Because you lie too much, that's what!”
“And so do you,” he retorted.
Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes at him and they landed on the pancake before me on the griddle and finally when I flipped them over onto the other side, I saw that it was burnt. I looked over at Andrew and with a glare, I said to him, “see what you caused!”
