The Unexpected : (The Unknown Sequel) DISCONTINUED

Chapter Two

Hey loves! Sooooo sorrrry for the super duper long wait for this chapter, I had writers block for a little bit with this, but now I'm back on track! I hope this chapter makes up for it though *I use those same words in this chapter, isn't that crazy?* Anywayyyyys, comment, follow me, vote, add this to your library, tell your momma, your daddy, your cousin, and your sister too! There is some nastiness going on in this chapter, so be warned. Also, this was like six pages in Google Drive, so don't hate me if it's short! Lol, without further ado, Chapter Two of The Unexpected ladies and gentlemen.

- Keiana

Chapter Two

Dylan Bernice Anthony

 

"So Chris, tomorrow you have a charity event for children with diabetes, and then on Saturday you have a club appearance. Are you gonna remember those or do you need to me to set a reminder in your phone?" Chris's manager Farrah explained to Chris as I walked into the kitchen. I swear I can't stand this bitch. Always rubbing on my nigga, telling him what to do. I tell him what to do, I'm his fiancée!

"Hey Dylan!" She smiled and waved at me, which I gave a head nod to. My bare feet touched the cold tiles as I walked over to Chris and plopped my cute ass in his lap.

"Well I'm gonna head out now, Chris I'll email you all the information. Bye Dylan." Again I nodded my head in acknowledgement and waited for her to walk out.

"Why're you so mean to her Dyl?" Chris laughed and slipped his hands down to my booty, gripping it through my yoga pants.

"Cause she wants my boyfriend." I wasn't gonna let one of these prissy Los Angeles girls take my nigga. Hell no.

"Fiance." He corrected and pinched my thigh through my pants.

"Oh yeah you're right, fiance." It didn't even feel like it though. Chris and I had been engaged for three years, so it felt like we were married already.

"Don’t start tripping Dylan, I don’t have the patience for it. I have to be at practice soon and I don’t want to argue.” Chris groaned but I just ignored him. I wasn’t even trying to argue, I was trying to get some dick to be honest.

“Whatever you say.” I lifted off of Chris’s lap and walked over to the pantry to get a twinkie and a capri sun. I had the munchies, and I needed to be at The Spot in an hour.

“Are you coming to my game tonight?”

“Nah, I have a date with my paint brush tonight. I’ll be here when you get home though.” I answered with a mouthful of creamy cake goodness.

“I need you though baby.” Chris whined and walked over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“You’ll be fine big baby. And you know I have my gallery event coming up next month, I need to get ready!”

"That's next month though! I need you tonight!" Chris yelled. This nigga was really getting frustrated with me because I couldn't come to his game?

"I can't come, I'm sorry Chris. Now I have to go get ready." I walked into the pantry again but this time I just grabbed the whole box. I loved twinkies.

 

When I walked through the door of The Spot, there were about ten customers in the gallery.

"Hi I'm Dylan the owner, can I help you with anything?" I asked an older aged man who was with a really young girl. Like forty years old to twenty one years old.

"Hi, I'm Jack and this is Farrah, we're interested in this." I looked at the painting on the wall, they were talking about one of my favorite paintings.