Chapter 56

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*Mark's P.O.V*

Looking down at the little baby playing with my finger, I started with a small smile. Damien, my child, was a beautiful sight. He had (Y/N)'s nose and her small smile when he played with my finger. Speaking of (Y/N), she was out like a light on her bed, with scraps of food around her. Of course, we had to go out and grab some take out because no one, nevermind (Y/N), eats hospital food. But it's good that she's sleeping now. I hope that she gets a lot of rest before dealing with the baby.

In a few minutes time, Damien fell sound asleep, and he even looked like his mother while he slept. I looked back at (Y/N) once more, seeing she's in a deep sleep as well, and I was in the clear. I took the Damien's small hand off of my finger and walked over to grab my phone and keys. I placed a kiss on (Y/N)'s forehead before leaving the room and the hospital. I played some light tunes to set the mood while driving to the bar.

Apon entering the dark facility, my eyes scanned around the room before making it over to a seat around the bar. I took a seat and ordered my drink, orange juice spiked with vodka and lime. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through some tweets on twitter for a few minutes before feeling the present of a figure take a seat beside me.

"A bottle of beer please. Suprise me with the brand." He said and the bartender gave him what he wanted. He popped off the lid and took a sip before talking. "So, why am we here again?" He asked.

"I just wanted to have a conversation with you," I responded and turned to face him. "You're Tasha's boyfriend, correct?"

"Ex-boyfriend." He corrected.

"Why ex?"

"We got into a fight, and I kicked her out of the house." He said. "Why?"

"Did you know that she just got out of rehab after being in there for almost ten months, and before that, did cocaine and was a prostitute?" Ethan shook his head no. "And tonight, I found her beating up one of her friends, them blamed it on "him". She said that we're like him, using her. During your relationship, we're you using her?" Ethan hesitated before answering.

"I...." He started, but couldn't finish. "We had a weird relationship when we were together, it's hard to explain....but yeah, I kinda used her for sexual urges. But that didn't mean I didn't love her."

"If you love her, why did you let her go?"

"I don't know. It was a stupid move on my half. I took it as a little misunderstanding too serious, and now she's a prostitute? Doing coke? Oh crap, what have I done?" He mumbled the last part to himself, placing his hand over his mouth.

"She's a mess, man. She needs your help. You're the only one who can make her alright. Please, it's for Tasha." I said, pulling out of a picture of Tasha from a few months back.

"Do you know where she is?" He asked.

"She's currently at my house. Come on." I finished up my drink, he did the same and I placed five dollars under the beer bottle before leaving the dark pub. We jumped into the car and rushed back to the house. Apon entering, we found two bodies lying on the couch, laughing at whatever was on the T.V.. I cleared my throat to grab their attention, and the two heads turned to face us. Tasha, in a blink of an eye, got up and tidied herself up and looked at the both of us. Marzia soon followed.

"Welcome him Mark....Ethan...." She said.

"Oh, so this is Ethan? Damn, he be looking like a full course meal. You mind starting a harem, Tasha?" She licked her lips before Tasha punched her in her stomach, making Ethan laugh. The laugh took the African girl off gaurd and made her eyes facing Ethan once again.

"Hey Tasha. I brought a friend over, and I think he has something to say to you. Isn't that right Ethan?" I slapped his back as his cheeks turned a light pink. He placed his hand on the back of his neck, scratching it.

"Uhh," He hesitated. I gave him a small shove, making him walk closer to Tasha. "I know you hate right now and you want to bash my head in, but listen. I've realized kicking you out of the house was a big mistake, and I regret it. I regret all of it. And now that I hear that you were in rehab, it hurts me. It hurts me that the one I love is in a white room with nothing but her thoughts. I'm so sorry I left you, Tasha. Please come back to me." Immediately, Tasha wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"You're a fucking idiot." That was only what she said before kissing.

"You're fucking crazy," He replied, breaking the kiss for only a few moments. His hands slid up Tasha's shirt, but I pushed them into the hallway, screaming that they should get a room.

"I feel like I've accomplished something today." I commented, lifting up Marzia from the floor and putting her on the couch. "And what about you and Felix? Need a love advisor?"

"If I needed one, it wouldn't be you." She responded. I pouted and asked why. I'm good and give advice, why wouldn't she trust me?

"Your girlfriend got kidnapped after you two had a small fight. I think that says more than enough." To some regards, she was correct, and it's my wrongdoing, but I'd still certifie myself good. I only shurgged my shoulders, lifting my arm and putting it on Marzia's shoulder as she picked a movie from Netflix. All while the two upstairs got loud.



















*Tasha's P.O.V*

I wrapped my legs around Ethan's waist has he carried me upstairs, still kissing my lips. He bit on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I parted my teeth and our tounges dancing in unison. Once we entered Mark's room, the boy used his leg to close the door as we placed me against the wall and his cold hands slip up my shirt. That's when I diconneted our lips and looked at him with lust filled eyes.

"Stop." I simply said and detached my legs from his waist. I walked over to the bed and sat on it, legs crossed. I patted down the spot beside me, telling him to take a seat beside me. "Talk now, sex later." Confused, he walked over to me and sat on the bed beside me.

"Listen Tasha-" I stopped him before he could contiune.

"Jesus, you don't even know what I'm about to say. Calm down." I said. "Anyways, after you kicked me out of the house, did you even care about what I was doing? Did I ever cross your mind once I left?" He sighed, which meant a no. Sadden, I looked down at my fingers and started to play with my shirt.

"I was very angry then, and I said that last thing I want in my head was you." He started. I looked at him in disbelief, that was until he contiuned. "That was until your cousin called the house, asking for you. Then, I kept on having dreams about you, and started to miss you more." A very small smile appered on my face. "But yeah, ever since then, you were kinda at the back of my head." I kissed my teeth and punched his arm lightly.

"You know what I did once you fired me?" He shook his head no. "I went back on being Biggie T, doing cocaine and shit, I was a prostitute, Ethan. I even went back to see the crew." I said the last sentence quietly, but he still heard.

"Oh, did you say hey to Ray Ray for me?"

"He said he'll call his people to come for you if you hurt me." I replied with a poker face. "Anyways, I was doing drugs until I signed myself into rehab for ten months. That's how much I need you in my life. I become a complete mess without you. Please, don't leave me again, I beg of you." I wiped away tears that were on the bridge of my eyes. All of a sudden, I left arm wrapped around my body. I snuggled my head in the crook of his neck, sniffling because of the horrid things I did. Then, with all his weight, Ethan pushed me down so I was lying on the bed, and he started to tickle my sides, making me forget about it and laugh.

"In this house, we do not tolerate sad people." He said in a ridiculous voice and kissed me. "But we do tolerate big tits." He then shoved his face in my boobs, and I laughed again. I don't want to leave this man, I love him too much to.


































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