𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 | jm + agb {completed}

10 | cheap stripper

the day progressed and i spent most of it with chantel, playing with her dolls or playing dress up. jason came barging into the room as if he was expecting someone else to be on the opposite side of the door.

"chantel, i'm stealing alessandra from you for a quick moment." jason grabbed me by my wrist and dragged me out the room. seems like everyone in this family likes dragging people around. jason's grip on my wrist got tighter and tighter as we descended down the stairs.

"ouch! you're hurting me," i hissed, prying his fingers off of me. "let me go, jason!"

jason let go of me and looked at me as if i had eight heads. "what the hell is wrong with you!" he yelled at me.

"what the hell are you talking about?" i replied.

"isabella told me you were using foul language around my kid. why?" he continued.

"foul language? i didn't say shit around her. if anything, i put that bitch isabella in her place." i snickered to myself.

"what the fuck is so funny? i don't appreciate you cursing around chantel. she is way too young to be hearing that stuff."

"i didn't curse though. isabella is hearing things and i also believe she thinks she has competition. do me a favor and get your baby moms under control before i do." i scoffed.

"if you two choose to fight, it's not my problem. just win so i have a reason to get rid of her." jason sighed. "that bitch drives me insane. well, you two drive me equally insane. so much for your first day here, huh?"

yeah, so much for a first day. chantel came running downstairs and into the kitchen. "daddy, daddy, daddy! can i go to the park, please?"

"you haven't ate lunch yet, so no." jason replied. "eat your lunch and maybe i'll let you go."

"i'll take her." i suggested. "i have nothing else better to do so.."

"so no. you're not here to be the damn babysitter."

"bad word daddy," chantel piped up.

"shoot," jason face palmed himself. "look rhodes, you're here because you want money. you're not here to be the darn babysitter, or pretend you like chantel."

"i may be here for money but, the least you can do is treat me like a human—preferably an adult." i scoffed.

"whatever." jason blew me off. "chantel, eat your lunch and your mother will take you."

"but daaadddyyy," chantel whined, sticking out her bottom lip. "i'm not hungry."

"but nothing! eat your lunch and that's final!"

"i hate you!" chantel stormed out the room and stomped up their stairs back to her room.

"jesus fucking christ, women drive me insane!" jason growled, tugging on the ends of his brown colored locks. "if only that dumb bitch didn't lie to me, i wouldn't have to be dealing with such a bratty child!"

i didn't bother saying anything because jason would chew my head off in a heartbeat.

"you know what? fine! you can take her!" jason finally gave in. "isabella will probably give me shit for it but, oh well. i'm going in my office. make sure chantel eats and then you can take her." jason walked out the room and disappeared down the hall.

i silently cheered to myself before going back upstairs to chantel's playeoom to join her again. "guess what, squirt?" i said in a sing-song manner.

"what!"

"your dad said that i can take you to the park!"

chantel let off an ear piercing scream in excitement and began jumping up and down. "yay! yay! yay! i get to go to the park!" she said in a sing-song manner.

oh, i almost forgot! "your father also said that you have to eat your lunch first before we leave."

chantel stopped jumping up and down and gave me a sour look.

"what?" i raised an eyebrow. "it's what he told me. so, what'll it be? pb&j? ham and cheese?"

"i'm allergic to peanut butter," chantel innocently replied.

"ohh," i cheekily smiled at her. "so ham and cheese then?"

"sure!" chantel skipped out the room and ran downstairs to the kitchen. i left her toys where they were and went down to the kitchen to make her sandwich. i heard chantel talking to a male voice that sounded like jason.

i entered and saw her talking to her old man. i still didn't say anything to him and opened the fridge to get the cold cuts and the mayo.

"oh, she told you she didn't like peanut butter." jason stated. obviously idiot!

"yeah, she told me." i responded. i grabbed two loaves of bread and began lathering on the mayo. i put a piece of lettuce on the top bread before laying down the ham, cheese, and salami. i laid the bottom bread on top of the top bread and everything else. i carried the plate over to chantel and placed it in front of her. "bon appetit."

"bon appe-what?" she questioned.

"bon appetit," i repeated myself.

"is that spanish?" she continued, taking a bite into her sandwich. "wait! i need juice!" she dropped her sandwich, and got up from her seat and ran to the fridge for a bottle of apple juice. she came back to her seat and began eating her sandwich again.

i sat down across from chantel and waited for her to finish the sandwich. jason packed away the things i took out and grabbed himself a bottle of water. he walked towards the door that led to the backyard and opened it.

he felt outside before coming back in. "it's a little hot out. do me a favor and put some sunscreen on her, you could use some too. keep her hydrated, don't need her passing out."

"noted."

chantel quickly finished her sandwich and juice and threw everything in the trash. she wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw that out as well. "i'm going to ask mommy to put sunscreen on." she left the room and leaving me and jason alone.

"have fun, and here's ten bucks in case she wants ice cream. she's going to get diabetes by the age of five." jason threw some money at me and kept it walking. i don't know why, but when he did that action, it made me feel like a cheap stripper.

maybe it wasn't too late to become one.

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a/n; honestly bitch, me too 😩

on a serious note y'all, im thinking about deleting this story because i've become very disinterested in it and it seems like no one else is interested in it either so yeah

this may be the last update for awhile..