[Prospering || Book 3]

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»"i wanna know how we became so distant girl..."

"I'm so proud of you." DJ cheesed, as he and Bryson stood outside waiting on their tourbus to be fixed.

"This is your fucking fault, you brought her here." Bryson hissed, shoving him slightly.

"Man, relax. You got some pussy. It's not that big of a deal." DJ shrugged.

"DJ, I'm married. I love Paris and I never want to hurt her." Bryson said sitting on a rail and putting his head in his hands.

"Then don't tell her. Look, Reign ain't gone say nothing, I'm not gone say nothing. The only person that can fuck your marriage up is you."

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"Last night was fun! I haven't danced since... I don't even remember." Paris laughed as she handed Sierra a cup of coffee.

"Yea, you were pretty loose last night. It was good to see you have fun."

Paris nodded and sipped her coffee. It was silent for a while before Paris spoke up.

"I'm having an affair."

Sierra dropped her coffee mug, making her drink spill onto the table. Both girls scurried to get it up before it spread across the table.

"You're what?!" Sierra loudly whispered, dabbing the coffee up with a paper towel.

"I met him at the bank, his name is Jason and he's twenty-six. He's an intern at a law firm not too far from the girls' daycare. We see each other every Wednesday and Thursday because he gets off early." She rambled, vigorously wiping up the coffee.

"Oh my God, Paris. You have to stop and you have to tell Bryson."

"I've tried! I can't get the words out. I can't even imagine what he'd say." She sighed.

"I don't see why you guys couldn't work it out, besides, this guy is purely sex to you, right?" Sierra asked, folding her arms.

Paris remained silent, chewing the inside of her lip.

"Oh my God, Paris. Do you love this man?"

"I don't know if I love him, but he cares about me, and he listens to me, and he makes me feel special." She mumbled.

"And Bryson doesn't do that?"

Paris sighed deeply, "I know he loves me, but it's always about him. I've sacrificed so much for him for all these years and what do I get? Stay locked up in this condo while I go across the world with my best friend and some random bitch."

Paris felt bad for feeling the way she did. That's why she'd been trying to pull some sort of compassion out of Bryson when they talked, but she would always get nothing.

And then she'd find herself thinking of Jason.

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Bet y'all weren't expecting that. 😩