.:Chresanto P.O.V:.
Kimorah: who the fuck was that bitch?
me: babe, don't worry. she's just some sidechick that wants nothing but my money.
Kimorah: why is it that when I walked in, she was talking about kids that I know aren't mine or yours?
me: you make it seem like I have an answer for that question.
Kimorah: do you love me?
not this talk again...
me: of course i do. if i didn't then why would I do this.
I kissed her and she kissed back. It soon turned into a heated make out session.
We started to go up to our room and still kissing.
I threw her on the bed and I joined her. I started kissing her neck to find her sweet spot.
She let out a soft moan. I started sucking softly in that spot, and her breath quickened.
I slid off her clothes and she was left only in her under garments. I started kissing her stomach.
Then her phone rang.
me: don't answer it.
Kimorah: why? it might be important...maybe I got the job.
me: go ahead then.
I kissed her nose and sat up, allowing her to talk.
Kimorah: hello.....yes this is she...yes....yes...thank you......today......okay then....bye.
me: so......?
Kimorah: I got the job.
me: congrats babe!
I kissed her and slyly tried to get back to our business. But she cut the kiss.
Kimorah: but they want me to come in today to go over some stuff.
me: Damn. Just go okay. When your done, pick up Kacie and get back to this bed.
Kimorah: *laughs* whatever you say baby.
Kimorah: I love you
me: love you too.
She blew me a kiss and got ready and left.
Now I'm alone.
I just started thinking about everything in life: my mom and family, then Kimorah and Kacie, then Bree.
What me and Bree had was...special.
I now felt bad for calling her all those things, but I did because I don't want my current relationship to break down.
Me and Kimorah are getting married because I love her....and I got her pregnant.
Her father was a pain in the ass about marriage, so I proposed to keep the peace.
But I regret leaving Bree's side. I still remember sitting in that hospital bed looking at the ultrasound.
Damn...I fucked up.
I love Kimorah.....but I'm in love with Bree.
I then received a phone call. I didn't bother to look at the user id, but I answered.
{Phone Convo}:
me: hello? who's this?
???: Nigga its Bahja and imma whoop your ass and rip them tracks from your girlfriend's hair.
me: what did I do? and point of correction, she's my fiancee.
Bahja: I don't give a fuck as to whether she your "fiancee" or a tramp.
me: what the hell did I do, and what do you want?
Bahja: You wanna know what you did?
me: nahh you don't say.
Bahja: You had the nerve to tell Bree that you have another child for another woman, and Bree has your kids...not one, but two.
me: oh my days, they are not my kids.
Bahja: Meet me and Bree Darrenth Hill Hospital.
me: why?
Bahja: Paternity test. We are gonna prove that those twins are yours...or would you like to be globally disgraced on Maury?
me: I'll see you tomorrow.
Bahja: You won't regret it.
.:Bree P.O.V:.
Bahja is insane, but I still love her. I really appreciate her talking Chresanto into coming tomorrow.
It's now time to end my three year predicament.
:)
R.N
