Noah Pov•.•.•
Sitting up in the bed, I watched Monroe in the dark tryna sneak in.
"Where you been?" I turned on the lap next to out bed.
"Fuck can you not start No, like I told you I was out with Chanel" she lied.
I got out the bed snd grabbed her arm pushing her into the wall holding her neck.
"This is it Monroe, i'm leaving." I said and let her go.
"Bull shit! Bull shit! Just go to fucking bed dumb ass! And we can deal with it in the morning!"
"You right by one thing we dealing with this in the morning" I said and laid down.
She went into the restroom and took a shower snd about 30mintues later came out and laid next to me.
Next Morning
" I made breakfast, Brandon with his uncle D" i told her sitting the food in front of her.
"Yeah great, I don't have much of an appetite" She said rolling her eyes.
"You sure? ...." I asked with reasoning.
"Do it look like i'm Brandon to you Noah, I know when i'm not hungry!" She yelled.
I got some papers I found in her draw and put them in front of her while sipping my orange juice.
"What are these?" She questioned not even looking at the papers.
"Read ...it" I said watching her.
She read the papers snd push them towards me filled with nothing but attitude.
"Why you going through my shit!" She yelled.
"So you pregnant again? " i asked her.
"You read the papers" she said looking me in my eyes pissed.
"Yeah I did, 4 weeks ago, is it mines B is what i'm asking?" I asked getting pissed off.
She deep sighs.
"Who the fuck else's would it be by Noah. I'm not chu ion cheat..."
"One time first week of our relationship, never did it again." I stared at her calmly.
"It still fucking counts" she said tapping the Italian marble island counter.
"Dont fucking play with me Monroe, especially not about no shit like this! Is it mines or NOT!" I asked losing my cool.
"Who else wo...!"
"Derek, Anthony, or Deshawn? Its four possibilities of who the damn father could be Monroe don't act stupid bitch!" I said getting pissed off and she got up and slap the hell out of me.
I bit my inner cheek and took slow deep breaths.
"Monroe we getting a divorce" I said taking out a black pen and the papers from the draw of the island.
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Outta the Hood
Non-FictionWho knew it would be a book number three? Naomi is back and better than ever, shitting on everyone and wiping her ass with millions. As she enjoys her life and figures that the fight for her heart is over, think again trouble is just right around t...
