I haven't talked to Daniel in about two weeks. He & his wife filed for divorce. I'm happy about that, but I'm upset that I let this go on for so long & caused myself to become pregnant. I'm so fuckin stupid! What in my right mind lead me to believe that he would only want me? He married her, didn't he?
"You finna fuckin talk to me!" He demanded, coming into my home uninvited.
"Go home Daniel." I uttered, from the kitchen. I was happily making myself a snack until he barged in. He walked in, then stopped once he saw me. "There's nothing more for us to talk about, unless we're talking about Junior."
"Don't do that..." He said more calmly. "You'on mean that."
"Don't tell me what I mean Daniel!" I spat. "You don't love me! You've never love me!" I broke down. "All this time you had me believe that you actually care about me, when all you care about is yourself!"
"If I ain't care bout yo ass I wouldn't be here, I sure as hell wouldn't've got yo ass pregnant, and tell you that I fuckin love you!" He spat back. I looked away. He sighed. "Y/n I'm tired of fightin...."
"Then leave." I said. He sighed again.
"Yeah, iight..." He walked off & after a couple moments I heard the door slam. Then I heard it open back up. "C'mere!" He walked back into the kitchen where I was & tossed me over his shoulder.
"DANIEL!!!" I gasped as he carried me to my bedroom. He tossed me on my bed, looking at me like hungrily.....
HOLY FUCK!
~~ This is THE END of the "Mistress" series so don't ask for anymore part. I'm not going to do them.
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