Diving In: Book Two

20

Nia's Point of View

I sat up and wrapped the sheet around me, trotting off to the bathroom.

Turning on the light I studied myself
briefly in the mirror. My hair was a
sexed up, dicked down mess. Lips
swollen with kisses shared between my
secret lover and I. I finished using the
bathroom then washed my hands,
heading back to his bed. The time read
seven-thirty p.m.

"I should probably get going, yeah?" I
said before beginning to pick up my
clothing strewn across the room.

"It's definitely not me who wants you to go anywhere, you know that." He sat up on the side of the bed, abs just begging for a lick. Quickly shaking that thought, I started to get dressed. It had been hours since I had been home and Josie had no idea where I planned to be after we had shopped for the twins.

"Yeah.." I trailed, buttoning my jeans
and turning to leave.

"Really, LyNia? Damn that's cold," he scoffed behind me.

"First of all you need to pump your
brakes on using my government, you
don't even know me like that. And
second, what do you want? I don't
belong to you, I'm not yours." His facial expression mirrored somewhere
between annoyance and anger *shrugs*

"I'll be downstairs, I'm ready to go." I huffed turning to leave once again before being snatched backwards by the hair and almost off my feet by strong hands. My hands raced to the source of pain, trying to stop it.

"First of all! You need to watch who the hell it is you're talking to!" I looked up in pain and shock, not knowing who the person in front of me was anymore. "Caleb what the fuck?! Let me gooo!" I begged trying to loosen his grip on my hair. My babies kicked inside me sensing something was wrong, tears cascaded my face. I was tossed forward and landed on the bed. I think my body was in shock.

"Clean yourself up, now. I'll be downstairs, I'm ready to go." He left the room, slamming the door in his wake. Part of me still couldn't register what had just happened as I stood shakily heading to the bathroom. Puffy eyes shown in the mirror, along with tangled hair and a broken woman. Wiping my face free of the running mascara I took a deep breath before heading downstairs and to his car..

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