Toxic

Chapter Twenty-Four

Domonic in MM.
Rose, Reagan

"What do you mean your leaving?"

Reagan looked up, at Chase, and then back down to the suitcase that was filled with all of her important shit.

"I'm leaving but it's not permanent, I just need a break from everything," it wasn't a total lie, because that statement did have some truth too it.

Reagan had just gotten back from being with her father in Jamaica, and now she was about to go somewhere, without family and friends. Chase just didn't understand that.

"But you just got back Reagan. Don't you think your moving a little too fast with all of this?"

Reagan scrunched up her face. "With what?"

Chase sat down on Reagans bed, "You just cot this condo, you just had an abortion, you just got into it with your father, not to mention you into it with almost everyone else, and you want to move. I don't think your stable enough for something like that.."

Reagan didn't even respond as she picked up a a white button up dress that had the shoulders cut off, and looked as if it was a best instead of a full shirt. "Do you think this is cute?"

She was trying to avoid the subject of her being okay like a plague. She was sick of dwelling on old shit, and broken promises. It was something better out there, and one day she was going to find it.

Chase rolled her eyes. "Promise me you'll be okay, and call me first thing when you make it?"

Reagan rolled her eyes, but smiled, and put the dress down on her suitcase. "I'm going to be fine Chase. I promise."

She put her arm around Chase, and hugged her like it was going to be her last time seeing her, because she knew it would be awhile before she actually talked to her.

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"What took you so long?"

Reagan rolled her eyes, and handed the ass her suitcase that was filled to the extreme. Then she walked herself on the private jet looking like a bag of money.

She decided to put on her dress shirt that was buttoned down, which stopped a little above the knee, and a pair of her nude ankle strapped six inches. Her hair was in its its usually curly state in a bun, with a couple strands falling from here then, and no one missed a look.

She sat in the first seat she saw available and avoided eye contact with anybody else on the private jet, as she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned around to be met with his sun kissed skin, and immediately melted within. He was fine, no doubt about that, and with a hoodie, a pair of low sweatpants, and his J's. He was fucking up her previous do's and dont's.

"What?"
She questioned.

He smirked, "You look beauti--"

Reagan rolled her eyes and cut him off.
"Save that beautiful shit for somebody else, and leave me the hell alone."

"Re--"

"No shutup," she spoke aloud pointing her finger in his face. "Their will never be shit ever between us. The only reason I'm here is for business, Domonic."

Domonic decided to shut his mouth and sit back. He wasn't one for giving up at he wanted, and what he wanted was Reagan, and he wasn't stopping until he got her.

Reagan, flushed once she turned around just thinking about how their baby would've looked once he or she was born, and was proud of herself for staying strong. She already had slept with the enemy before, and now she was working with the enemy.

Phillips, Jeffrey

"Where is this ho at?"
Jefferey questioned himself about his wife.

He was suppose to go home over an hour ago and he was ready to get out of the hospital and get back to business. He had shit to do that focused on his son, and merely his own fuckups.

He heard the door opening to the rest room and jerked the piss out of his d*ck some more.

"Still the same old Jeff, huh?"

Jefferey, smirked, and put his duck back into his boxers, and then pulled his shorts up before turning around to his old time enemy, Alonzo.

"You better be glad I don't have my gun, or you would be laying on the ground. Gone."

Alonzo shook his head, and leaned on the wall. "You still think I killed your nigga huh?"

Jeff, bit his lip. Trying to contain his anger, since this dude didn't have any sense of respect for his. And because he didn't want to talk about it, he dismissed it.

"What the hell you want, mane?"
Alonzo chuckled about to respond.

They were still those same two men, young and dumb, making stupid ass decisions to this day, and it didn't seem like that would ever change.

"I needed to talk you about my daughter and your son."

Jeff furrowed his eyebrows, even though he wasn't fucking with his son he wanted to know the juice.

"What's up?"

Alonzo shook his head.
"Their fucking around."

Jeff chuckled, like a hold your stomach type of laugh. "You fucking with me right?"

When Jeff didn't see a change in Alonzo's behavior, he knew that it was possibly true.
"Who told you?"

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