Made In The A.M. (BWWM/ INTERRACIAL) (Book1) (Completed)

22: No More Games

《Wooh! School starts tomorrow, yezzir! I am not going to feel the same when I have to wake up early for my 9:30 a.m. class. Nope, i'm gone be like Meghan Trainor in that bitch 'No'. Anyways, in celebration of the beginning of the school year and me getting away from this house for a little while during the week, here is a new chapter before I jump back into my student state of mind. Also, this chapter will give you a further glimpse into Miroslav & Harmony's relationship as well as set you up for their story. Now on with the story!

P.s. This is unedited. Don't forget to vote & comment! Deuces!✌》
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Stephen

"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH TEXTING YOUR PHONE MIRO!?", Salt yelled waving around Miroslav's cellphone in her hand. "Babe, nobody", he said exasperatedly. "Nobody? So you mean to tell me that 'NOBODY' IS TEXTING YOU AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY SAYING HOW SHE MISSES YOU AND SENDING YOU PICTURES OF HER STANK ASS PUSSY FOR NOTHING!?", she said, her voice gradually rising until she was screaming at him. Meanwhile, my love and I are idly sitting on the couch watching everything transpire in front of us. We should not even be here, but the both of our friends called us over to... I do not even know anymore. I had not realized how bad their relationship had gotten before now and it is honestly concerning.

However, my love looks so unbothered it is laughable. She is just sitting leisurely with a bowl of fruit resting on her bump eating from it as she watches 'Love & Hip-Hop: Atlanta' reruns while our friends are going at it a few feet away from us. "Love, shouldn't we intervene before they start getting physical, and by they I mean Salt?", I asked my ever calm wife. She gave me a bored look before shoving a slice of pineapple in her mouth. "Baby, that is just typical them. I am pregnant with sore feet and the urge to pee what feels like every fifteen minutes. There is an entire person inside of me that likes to play soccer with my insides but by some miracle, they have calmed down to allow me to breath for a moment. Let me have this, dammit", she said pointedly. I rolled my eyes placing my hand on her bump caressing just above her protruding belly button.

She hummed eating a slice of orange. "Ana, if she hits Sov I will have her arrested. Sov is too nice to ever put his hands on a woman even to protect himself and I will not allow her to assault him. Check your friend before I do, love", I warned and she made a little noise in the back of her throat before sitting her bowl of fruit on my lap. She slowly rose to her feet using my leg and the arm of the couch for support. "You think I am stupid, don't you Miroslav? Just tell me who 'she' is. Be honest with me and maybe I would not be so angry with you anymore", Salt demanded jabbing him in the chest with her finger. Miroslav looked so lost and frustrated all at the same time. This all could have honestly been avoided if he had taken my advice and changed his number but he had refused to do so claiming that it would disrupt his business affairs.

This whole mess was yet again because of an old flame. Like most of the guys, Sov is a one woman man when he is serious about a relationship but when he is single, he is just that. The boy slept around at least twice a week with two different women or he held onto one for an entire week or two depending on how she was in bed. It is not wonder that he does not have any illegitimate children out there in the world. However, that is his past. A life that he was no longer partaking in and was being thrown back in his face in his present relationship.

My love did not tell me a detailed description of Harmony's relationship past, but I know that it was bad. I also know that she loves Miroslav but she is not only allowing his past to interfere with their relationship. She is allowing her's to as well. "She is just a girl from my past. She does not mean anything to me. She never did and she never the fuck will. Fucking trust me sometimes, môj diamant! Som ti nikdy nedal dôvod pochybovať svoju lojalitu k tebe! (-my diamond. I have never given you a reason to doubt my loyalty to you!)", he snapped, his Slovakia ascent heavy ceasing Harmony's accusations. My love like a school girl seeing her crush, practically swooned at his Slovak dialect knowing damn well that she did not know what he had said but was merely liking the way that it sounded rolling off his tongue.