Hustle. (Book 2)

Chapter 5: What's Really Up

Chris P.O.V.

The night Paris came over was a night of hell and she dropped a lot of mess on me.

"Chris, this is important," she stated as she began pacing all over my apartment.

Rubbing my eyes, I muttered,"What is it Paris? It's 3:00 in the god damn morning!"

She looked up at me with soft eyes and began to tear up. "Don't yell at me!" she shouted before bursting out into tears.

I sighed and sat her down on the couch. I gripped her wrists and looked deep into her eyes sympathetically.

"Mack, I have a lot going on. What's up for real?"

She shook a piece of hair from her eyes. "You haven't called me Mack in forever." I sighed. "Chris. I'm pregnant. I swear to God on my life, your life, and this baby's life that it's yours. I haven't talked to my ex in months. I haven't been with anyone else but YOU."

I felt like I was being stabbed by a million pins and needles. "This couldn't be mine," I thought to myself. It just couldn't be.

"I...I," I was lost for words.

"Chris," she said quietly, pressing her fingers to my cheeks. "This is okay. We're gonna be okay. I'm still in love with you. We can raise this baby together." I turned away but Paris pulled my face to hers and pressed her lips against mine, getting on top of me.