Nyree Preston had everything going for herself after she moved away from everything and everyone she knew. With a 3 year old daughter and a soon to be husband, everything was fine until she got a phone call from her ex best friend's mother, informin...
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Hemily
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair with a huff. It was takin forever for Monty to get out of the shower. We've been messing around since I met him a year ago at my friend's party.
We were everything, but exclusive at this point. I knew he was feeling me; I'm the only woman he's kept around for this long. I was beginning to grow feelings for him too. I knew I wasn't supposed to, because it would make it even harder to say goodbye to him.
He would kill me if he found out I had feelings for Monty Boyd, and I had to admit, it made the job harder to do. I couldn't help it though. Something about Monty was different. He had a tough exterior, but being around him for so long gave me a chance to see the deeper parts of him.
I smiled as he came from the bathroom completely naked, dick swinging. He caught me staring, and put on a little show for me before reaching for his clothes. "It's about time you got out." I smirked as I turned around, getting full view of his bare ass.
I stood up from where I was seated, and sat on the bed, watching him get into his lounging clothes. We were having a movie date tonight; I was tired of always coming over just for us to be out all night. I wanted him all to myself.
"You know my mom keep askin 'bout you. She's dyin to meet you." I groaned at the thought of meeting his mom. I'm no good with families, considering the fact that I've never had one. Both my parents died when I was really young.
I don't remember much about them, let alone how they looked. The only thing I recall from that part of my life were gunshots, and police sirens. I had no siblings either; I was an only child. If not for Him finding me at the age of 11, I would've gone to foster care. It should've been a good thing, but it wasn't.
If I had known the person He was before I got into this mess, I would've definitely chose the system over Him. "I know she is. I just don't know if I'm ready." Monty sat down next to me, looking confused. For months he's been pressuring me on the topic of his mom. I'm sure she was a sweet lady, but I knew she wouldn't like me; a mother knows when something is off.
"You've been around for a whole year now. What exactly are you not ready for?" I shrugged. I didn't mean to be difficult, I just didn't want to talk about meeting his mom right now. I stood up from the bed, making my way over to the door. "I'll go make the popcorn. You pick the movie." I said, quickly changing the subject.
I was already headed downstairs before he could make anymore complaints about me hiding from his family. It was bad enough he brought me over to his uncle's house. He said we would be going to dinner; he didn't mention it taking place at their house.
