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No. 33 ♡

"W-what are you doing here?" I stuttered sitting up. He pulled me closer to him by my legs before speaking.

"I'm here for you, ma," he whispered. I shook my head and got up. "You have to go!" I yelled in a hushed tone.

"Not until I please you," he said. I pushed my hair out of my face. "I'm pregnant? Can't you tell?" I asked. My belly wasn't that big, but some people could probably tell I was pregnant.

"I haven't noticed, sweetheart," he smiled. He stood up and walked over to me. "But I want you to have my baby too," he said. I shook my head and went back over to the bed. Him being around me wasn't making it no better.

My hormones was raging and I could just attack him. His hands gradually traveled up my thigh to the button of my shorts.

"Stop," I whined. "Shh," he hushed me. He slowly began to plant soft kisses on my neck. "Please, no hickeys," I moaned.

He laid me flat on the bed still kissing my neck. What are you doing, Hampton?

He kissed around my breast slowly massaging them. He brushed his fingers over my erect nipple through the thin cloth. He slipped off the top leaving me topless.

His warmness covered my left nipple, sucking and licking as he played with the other. "Ahh," I panted as he repeated the same with the other.

He slowly began to pull down my shorts, but I stopped him. "I can't do this," I said. "You're already in the act now, ma. Just let me taste you," he said.

My shorts and panties was removed and I was exposed to another man. "I got you, baby. Don't worry," he whispered as he dived in.

×××

"Nervous, much?" Angela laughed. I gave her a weak smile as the lady did my hair. I could already feel the guilt building up in my stomach. What have I done?

A man came in with a make up kit and began to do my make up. "Girl, you are gorgeous," he clapped. I smiled.

"Angela can you please get someone to bring me some food. I'm starving. Steak n' Shake would be nice," I said. She nodded her head, sipping her coffee.

"Cassidy, get in here and start on her nails!" My hair stylist yelled. Cassidy and one other girl came in. She started doing my nails and the other did my feet.

"How was your flight into California this morning?" Selena, my hairstylist asked. "I had a little morning sickness, but all is well," I said.

Someone soon came back with my Steak n' Shake and began to feed me. I was getting my nails done so I couldn't. The man started to put my eyelashes on and wax my eyebrows. This is too much.

I finished my food and he flossed my teeth. They're doing the most. "Here," he said. He put the teeth whitener light in my mouth.

"Ready to put on this dress?" Angela squealed. I smiled and nodded. I walked into the dressing room and they all helped me put on my dress. I looked just like my mother on her wedding day and I loved it.

They slipped on my flats. They put the veil over my face and the man finally took the whitening thing out my mouth.

"She goes on in five minutes. Finishing touches people!" Angela yelled. They gave me the bouquet of flowers and walked me out of the small tent.

I walked up the rocky stairs and to the platform at the top of them mountain. Everyone stood up and I slowly began to walk.

My eyes immediately landed on Pierre. I wish my father or Monroe was here to walk me down. The music softly played and I could feel my eyes watering.

The moment every girl would dream of and I was living it. I made it to the end and took my place. The priest nodded at me.

I looked in the crowd and noticed Aaron. He smirked at me and I quickly turned my head. Pierre and I stated our vows and our I do's.

"You may now kiss the bride," the Priest said. Pierre lifted my veil and our lips instantly connected.

The kiss was powerful. Like Pierre really wanted me and I wanted him. The kiss I never had. The kiss I always wanted. The kiss I wished for.

"I love you so fucking much," he whispered. "I love you too,"

The sound of a gun click caused everybody to turn their heads. I reached in Pierre's waistband grabbing his gun, pointing it to whoever cocked the gun.

Really, Seazar and Madison. Almost every nigga that worked for Pierre was here and had guns pointed.

"Aye, fam. You just ain't going to come up here and ruin my homie and his girls' wedding," Ant said.

"Ant let me handle him," I spoke. I hiked up my dress and walked toward them.

"Take 'em back to York. These motherfuckers want to play. Y'all just, ugh," I said.

"Aye, and I want every single last one of they family members in York too. Clear this bitch out!" I yelled.

I turned around and walked back to Pierre. "That's your fucking family, you going with 'em,"

Y'all thanks for reading, but I have to recognize #SandraBland and #KindraChapman.

We know for a fact Sandra did not kill herself and Kindra did.

See, I'm currently a resident of Alabama. I've actually spoken to Kindra a few times. It probably wasn't a full conversation but it was casual and we are friends on Facebook. It was just very unlikely of her

And with Sandra. She had just got her dream job, why does she have to kill herself? And first off she was laying down in her mugshot. You never suppose to do that in a mugshot. You suppose to be standing up.

And the way that officer handled her on the video was uncalled for. Lemme just say this.

If #BlackLivesMatter don't let them matter only when a white person kills a black person. If Black Lives are going to Matter let them matter period. Even if another race outside of whites kill blacks. Everybody lives' matter, period.