Paris is a a young mother. She has 4 year old daughter. She's making it just fine on her own. She had to accept the fact that she would never find love because of the simple fact she had a daughter.
But one man comes along and changes that complete...
I woke up. I took a shower and put on some shorts and a shirt. Today Jada was supposed to come back. I'm not sure that's she wants to.
I'm guessing Trent went home because I didn't see him.
Trent POV
I know Paris wondering where I'm at. I'm on my way to Mexico. I didn't tell her cause I ain't want her asking a whole bunch of Questions.
"Trent hurry up we gotta go." Katlen whined. "Girl shut up you lucky I'm going with yo ass." I snapped.
"She gone brake up with you once she finds out you went with me to Mexico." She mumbled.
Damn she was right. I mean I can just drop Katlen off at the airport and leave her.
"Katlen I don't want to meet your parents." I said. "Well you have no choice I already told them you was coming." She said.
"I'm not going." I shrugged. "Yes you are." She said. "Man whatever I bet yo ass I ain't going." I said.
"Why do you treat me like this? I've been with you for years and then when little miss Paris comes in your life you treat her like she's your fucking queen! You always do this to me Trent!"she yelled out crying.
"Don't start that shit man you been a fuck and duck for years. And now that I'm not fucking with you anymore you wanna act like a bitch about it." I snapped.
I can't stand when hoes get out they place.
Paris POV
"Marcus what are you doing here?" I asked smiling. "I came to see you." He smirked.
Marcus is one of my close friends. I've known him for years. "Well come in then." I said moving out of the way.
"What you been up to?"he asked. "Nothing much other than taking care of Jada." I shrugged smiling.
"Where she at?" He asked looking around. "She's with my mom." I said.
I snuck a picture of him. "Stop taking pictures of me."he smiled. "Do you want to see it?" I asked.
He nodded and I showed him the picture.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Can I play with your hair?" I asked. "Yea." He said laying his head on my lap. I started running my hands through his head and playing with his hair.
"I have a boyfriend." I mumbled. "What's his name?" He asked looking at me. "Trent." I said smiling.
"Damn I had to tell you something but it's not important anymore." He said.
"What was it?" I asked. "I got feelings for you Paris." He said. I kinda of froze. I didn't know what to say I was completely lost for words.
"Sense when?" I asked still shocked. "Like a few weeks ago but I didn't know how to tell you but it's too late for that now." He said looking down.
"I feel bad Marcus." I said looking down. "It's good I'll be straight." He shrugged. That still didn't change the fact that I felt bad. I used to like Marcus he just never knew it.
I was still playing with his hair. When Trent walked in. How the hell did he get in my house.
"Trent how did you get in my house?" I asked. "The door was unlocked."he said looking at me and Marcus.
"Who is this?" He asked staring at Marcus. "This is Marcus." I said. Trent nodded his head and walked out.
I pushed Marcus off me and ran after Trent. "Trent what's wrong?"I asked pulling him back. He looked at me and his eyes suddenly got darker.
"Stop touching me." He said. "Trent what did I do?" I asked. "Man on some real shit stop fucking touching me!" He yelled making me jump.
