Married To Mr. Serial Killer{#thewattys2018}(BWWM)(Story #1 Completed)

★The Hook Up~ Pt. 2

**Edited**

Now at six weeks, my pregnancy symptoms had worsened. I could smell every goddamn thing. I was hungry all the time, but wanted nothing more than pineapples. My breast were so sore I resorted to wearing patted blouses where you didn't need a bra. I was addicted to Jericho's body wash and would make him take a shower like three times a day just so I could smell it on his skin when I snuggled up close to him.

It was Friday night and we were all sitting inside Louie's, a popular Italian restaurant as a group- minus Mark who was late. Who comes late to a blind date? The inside was a pallet of browns and mahogany with hardwood floors, walls, and tables. Paintings of sixteen century Italian people hung upon the walls. Lots of business people frequented this establishment.

I gaze over at Gigi who was looking at ease not nervous at all, sipping on a cocktail. Gigi was beautiful with very dark skin and slanted eyes that made me believe she had Asian in her ancestry. She was tall and curvy which made men look at her twice. She kept her hair cut short in a long angled bob which framed her beautiful face. Tonight she was glowing and I was really happy that she'd pulled through. She needed this.

I nudged Jericho who was sitting beside me. "Where is he," I whispered.

"Stuck in traffic. He just texted me. Don't worry, Mark wouldn't stand your friend up. Mark is the type of guy that if he says he's going to do something he'll follow through," Jericho replied and kissed my temple. "Oh, there he is." I look up to see Mark dressed in a black linen suit and a crisp white shirt with a dark grey tie. His aquamarine eyes stood out coupled with his bleach blond hair. Maybe the other day I didn't get a good look at him because he's sexier than I remember.

Gigi popped up from her seat. Their eyes met. His sexy lips curved in a sensual smile which mirrored Gigi's. "Is that him," she asked no one in particular. " 'Cause God, I hope so."

"Yeah, that's Mark," Jericho and I said in unison. Mark stalked over completely ignoring everyone else.

"Mark Santos."

"Gianna Watts, but you could call me Gigi."

"I like Gianna better." He kissed her hand and held it within his own. "Southern?"

"Yes."

"From which part?"

"Ashford, Georgia."

"Mmm, a dark skin southern belle." Gigi giggled. "Come on honey, lets get our own table." She smiles and nod. Mark takes her by the waist and led her away.

"That went well," Jericho said then laughed softly at a private joke.

"What?" I asked giving him a suspicious look.

"Nothing, it's just that I should have warned your friend."

"About...?"

"Mark is real smooth. He always scores the first night." I roll my eyes. Gigi wouldn't let him.
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It was eight 'o clock in the morning when my phone rang. What's up with people calling me in the morning? I answered the phone and pulled out my pickle jar I put into the drawer of the nightstand.

"Hello," I answered smacking on a pickle to settle my stomach.

"Mona?" Gigi called, whispering.

"Bitch, who else? Wait, why are you whispering?"

"Hold on for a sec." There was a long pause. "Mark is naked, sleeping in my bed. God, that body of his."

"You slept with him?!!! Gianna Martha Watts, I'm gonna spank the shit out of you!"

She laughs, hard. "That stereotype about white boys having little dicks is SO. NOT. TRUE! He's so big I couldn't even-

"TMI, bitch!!!"

"And he knows exactly what to do to hit my spot. I kept coming... " she said completely ignoring my protest. Eew "Today, he's gonna surprise me.  I dunno where he's taking me!" she giggles, sounding very excited. "Mona, we hit it off so well and guess what..."

"What?"

"He loves fried chicken!"

"I'm so happy for you, Gigi."

"Girl, thank you for this. I needed this. Mark is the best I ever had, but I'll never tell 'em that."

"So I'm the best you ever had, huh?"  I heard Mark's deep voice in the background. Gigi squealed with surprise.

"Shit, I gotta call you back."

I laugh. "Have fun," I said and hung up. Mission accomplished. I felt proud of myself.