𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

Secrets Revealed

Aaron parked his grandmother's car at the very end of the driveway. There wasn't much parking space so he had her just outside of the gate that led to their estate. He made sure to leave enough driving space for the staff that were using small golf carts to transport people who didn't feel like taking the long walk to their front door. He got out of the car and pressed the button on the key fob to open the trunk. Inside sat four large shopping bags that contained a mixture of clothing and toys. On the side of those were two blankets wrapped in blue ribbons with the twins name stitched across the top. His grandmother did things like sewing and knitting in her spare time for as long as he could remember. He was happy she decided to make something for his boys. If they chose to take care of the blankets they could last them a lifetime. Aaron still had the one she had made for him when he was younger.

He smiled at the thought and prepared to grab the bags when he heard someone approaching him from the back. He turned to see Koryn standing behind him. Aaron had to blink a few times to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. They weren't. She was really there, live and in the flesh. He slammed the trunk shut. Instantly he felt his heart rate quickened as his breathing grew shallow. He looked over his shoulder nervously to make sure the coast was clear before moving closer to her.

" The fuck are you doing here, Koryn? How the hell did you even get my address? Are you stalking me now?" He bombarded her with questions.

" I wouldn't call it stalking," she smirked.

" Then what do you call stealing my address and popping up unannounced and shit?"

" I'd call it making sure you got home safely" She shrugged as she looked at him innocently.

" This bitch is crazy," he thought.

She had been blowing his phone up for some time now and he had yet to respond. After Aaron's last visit to her house he had gone back and left money in her mailbox. She hadn't seen or heard from him since. If he thought he could just throw money at the situation, terminate her pregnancy, disown her, then continue living a happily married facade like she didn't exist he had another thing coming. He was just at her house fucking the shit out of her two weeks ago. Now he was trying to write her off. Nah, she wasn't having that.

" In case you were wondering, I've had your address for some time now. I figured I'd wait to use it until I really needed to. You weren't answering my calls so here I am"

" I see. Now what the fuck do you want?" He said, growing impatient with her. She rolled her eyes at him before pulling a small white paper from her bag.

He snatched it from her hand so fast he almost broke off one of her nails. At first it appeared to be a single sheet. Once he had it in his hand the paper unraveled into several sections as faint black and white images covered the pages. He had gone through this enough times to recognize an ultrasound when he saw one. His eyes shifted to the top of the sheet to check the date and name. True enough her name was there in the upper right hand corner. According to the paper she was nine weeks. Her stomach however was still as flat as a washboard. She wasn't that far along so the majority of the pictures showed an undeveloped fetus that looked more like a glob of jelly than an actual baby.

He had sent her to the chop shop a while ago so the fact that she was standing In Front of him with this was mind boggling. Five thousand dollars is what he had given her. It was supposed to take care of the abortion. The rest was a little cushion to make her feel better afterwards. He could tell just by looking at her what she had done with his money, instead of going along with the plan. She was standing there looking good enough to eat. Her natural silky black hair was curled and hanging down her back. She rocked blue thigh high denim Dior boots, a matching cropped top and some little ass shorts that barely had enough material to cover all that ass she was toting. Koryn was the true definition of the term Face tea. Body tea. His blasian beauty. No matter how good she looked it couldn't erase how he felt about her at that moment. She had gone from being his piece to a nightmare in the blink of an eye. He was slowly starting to hate her for it.