𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝑩𝒐𝒚

22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
🥀 JULIAN HART
PRESENT DAY
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It's been about 2 months and me and Dante has been moving on in our relationship, well if that's what you want to call it. He hasn't treated me any different but he hasn't been treating me bad, I think I'm becoming addicted to his dick.

I even spend the night at his sometimes, me and Alex haven't been doing so good in our relationship. She just not talking to me and I get that friends go through shit but damn, I really miss her and I just want the best for her. Janice hasn't gotten back to me on whether or not someone gave her drugs and I've been slowly giving her information.

Sometimes I'll see Dante going off and talking on the phone but I never got any information, all I heard was money and that's really it. She's been nagging me more now than ever though.

Also, I'm not the jealous type like at all but hearing Dante speak to his wife when we're together really pisses me off. Every time we're laying in bed together his phone would rang it'd be Georgia like shit, he's the one fucking me not fucking her. I wish I could just tell her but for some reason Dante doesn't want me to.

He's so secretive and I guess that's okay since we aren't even together. "I'm sorry." I rolled over to Dante looking at me. "What?" I asked and he kissed me. "Something is clearly wrong with you, so, even if I don't know what it is it's just best I apologize." He said and I laid back over. "I don't care." I said.

"Stop being obstinate. I'm really trying here Julian," he said and I just couldn't help the anger boiling inside of me. "Trying? You've been fucking me for like- 3 months and we still aren't shit to each other and then you give your damn wife all the attention more than me. So, I'm just really over it." I said and got up out of bed. "Julian. You haven't told me shit about that, how the hell im supposed to know that you want to make this into a relationship? I thought we were just fucking around with each other. If you don't say shit then I can't know shit and again with this wife shit...damn. Grow up." He said and propped his pillow up.

"Grow up?" I asked arching an eyebrow. "Yeah, grow the fuck up julian."

"Really?" I snapped and looked at him as if he was crazy. "How am I supposed to just be okay with you treating me like this? You act like I'm nothing more than a warm body to fuck, and then you turn around and give your wife all the real attention. I'm supposed to be fine with that?"

Dante sat up, rubbing his face with his hands, clearly frustrated. "You agreed to this. You knew what it was from the start, Julian. I didn't lie to you. I told you I was married. If you were so mad about some shit and wanted us to be real, open your fucking mouth. I ain't God nigga, I don't know what you want and how you feel. We both know I be so damn busy." He explained and got up.

"It doesn't take a damn genie to know I want more than some dick Dante. How the fuck you kill people but so damn dumb.." I mumbled but he must've heard me cause he stopped whatever he was doing. "What you just said?" He asked and I put on my shirt. "Nothing," my heart started beating fast.

He just stared at me for a second and then walked around the bed to me. "Say it again." He said all up in my face. "Back u-''' smack

My face started to heat up and my eyes became watery. "Why do you keep doing that?" He asked and I just backed up but he grabbed me and held me tight. "Why I keep what?" I glared at him.

"You keeping saying I'm killing somebody. This ain't your first time asking me that or bringing shit like that up. Who telling you shit?" He asked and I didn't even know what to say. "What.." I mumbled. He nodded and let me go. "I tell you what," he put on his shoes. "You come clean and I'll make you my wife, better than a boyfriend huh? You dont, however, you and whoever been saying shit like that gone die." He shrugged and said.

"Bu- what is you talking about?" I asked, not confused cause he was right. "Alright. Get the fuck out." He said. "Dante-'''

"Get the fuck out. I'm not telling you again." He glared at me. I looked at him for a second then grabbed my stuff with tears falling down. "I'm sorry." I said and then left.