In a typical man and woman relationship, the man is always the dominant one in the relationship, especially in the bedroom if you know what I mean. However that is about to change. My name is Italia. I am half African-American and half French and I...
IYRIE'S PoV I woke up to my phone alarm playing #BDay by Tank. I look to see what time it was and it was only 6 a.m. I turned off the alarm and rolled back over. I was drifting off to sleep until my freaking doorbell rung. I looked at the time again and I couldn't believe why anyone would be ringing my door bell at 6 in the morning.
I rolled back over ignoring whoever was at my door, hoping that they take the hint and leave. Fortunately, they stopped ring the doorbell but unfortunately, they started banging on my f**king door. Someone gone die today. I grabbed my baseball and crept towards the door. I looked through the peek hole but no one was there so I decided to open the door. And out came the beast himself that was stalking me. He let himself in and sat on my couch. Um excusé moi!
I walked towards him and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. He looked at me with a bored expression.
"Why are you here," I bitted out.
"I came to check on you after last night and-," he replied nonchalantly but was cut off by my little brother Damien who was 4 years old. {Picture of Damien below.}
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"Mommy," he said rubbing his eyes.
I went to pick him and cradle him in my arms but I felt like someone was burning holes through my body so I turned around and saw that it was Mr. Grey Eyes. He looked at me with anger in his eyes. What the hell is his problem I thought. He walked over towards me and roughly grabbed my arm. I yelp in pain.
"You have a child," he gritted out. "I thought you were a virgin."
"How do you know I am a virgin," I said as I narrowed my eyes at him. Why should I have to explain myself to him?
"Do not try lie to me because that child in your arms clearly called you, mommy," Mr. Grey Eyes yelled.
He continued his rant asking "What man is this bastard child's father?"
After he said that, all I could see was red. I got in his face and told him calmly, "Do not come in here disrespecting me nor my baby!"
"He is my brother. Our parents died when he was still a baby, and all he knew was me. So he thinks that I am his mom," I raged.
His facial expression softened. But he did not answer my question. Wait a second!
"How did you know where I lived," I exclaimed. He replied with a blank expression. I decided not to press for it anymore because Damien began to cry. I cooed sweet words to him as I rock him back and forth.
"Okay Grey Eyes, you can let yourself out," I said looking back at him. He continued to stare at me and I became irritated from his staring.
"Did you not hear me? Get to steppin'!," I exclaimed. He walked towards the door with following behind him but he abruptly stopped making me run into his back. He was in the door way and turned around.
