Pamela
Once I finished my shower, I turned off the water then wrapped myself up in my towel. I moisturized my skin then walked out the bathroom to see Deandre laying on the bed, naked watching the game. He turned and looked at me, with a crazy look in his eyes.
"Come here." He growled.
I slowly inched towards him, he grabbed my arm about to snatch me onto the bed.
"Be careful." I muttered. "You might hurt the baby."
"You're lucky I'm letting you keep this baby." He mumbled but he let go of my arm allowing me to crawl onto the bed on my own.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it." He said kissing my neck.
I clutched my towel tighter as he placed his hand on my thigh. My heart beat sped up as his hand moved up my thigh underneath my towel.
"Dre, stop. I'm serious." I grabbed his wrist and looked at him. "I'm not in the mood."
Deandre sighed as he leaned back on the bed. I moved closer to the edge of the bed and slipped on my panties. I stood up and walked over to the dresser that the tv was on and grabbed a pair of shorts. I could feel Dre watching me as I got dressed.
I heard the bed creaking and assumed that Dre was readjusting himself in order to get comfortable. He grabbed my waist and gently pulled me into his lap.
"Come on Princess why you acting like this?" He asked kissing my neck. "Hmm?"
"Dre, I told you I'm not in the mood." I said pushing his head away.
"You sure?" He asked smirking.
"Don't look at me like that." I said looking away from him.
He stood up and gently laid me back with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He lifted up my shirt and began kissing my stomach.
"Dre, I'm serious." I said trying to push his head away.
His kisses trailed down to the waist band of my shorts then he stopped. I let out of sigh of relief until he began sliding my shorts down. He tossed them to the side and began rubbing me through my panties. I held my breath has he looked up at me.
"I'll be gentle." He whispered taking a hold of my panties.
I didn't say anything as he slowly began to slide them off.
"Pam, you have a visitor." Lisa said banging on my door.
I let out a sigh of relief as I pushed Deandre away from and redressed myself. I slipped into my slippers before unlocking the door and walking out. Lisa was standing there with her arms folding. I closed the door behind me before she had a chance to see Deandre. I followed her down the stairs into the kitchen where the same man from earlier was sitting there.
I took a deep breath before speaking to him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I wanted to apologize to you."
"Sir, I do not know you." I stated calmly. "And I don't know what you're apologizing for."
"For not introducing myself earlier." He stood up and extended his hand for me to shake it. "My name is Marcus Williams."
I stared at his hand for a moment before shaking it hesitantly.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Williams."
I knew Deandre would be coming downstairs soon and I didn't know how he'd react.
"I have to get home." He said reaching into his pocket. "But please take my card and call me so we can talk."
I stared at his business card as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My heart began racing.
"I'll walk you out." I said gesturing towards the hallway.
Mr. Williams nodded his head before putting his card on the table and leaving the kitchen. I picked up the card and led him to the front door.
"Please give me a call."
I nodded my head then closed and locked the door. I could feel a presence behind me, I turned around slowly and saw Dre standing there with his arms folded.
"Who was that at the door?" He asked.
"I don't know some older guy." I replied walking into the kitchen.
I could feel Dre close behind me as I walked over to the sink to wash the few dishes that were in there.
"What was he doing here asking about you?" Dre's voice boomed making me jump a little.
I stayed silent, not knowing what to say to him. I felt him grab a handful of hair jerking my head backwards. I gasped and clutched his wrist with my left hand.
"You better answer me." He growled.
"I told you I don't know who he is." I said lowly.
"You're lying I can feel it."
"I don't know what you're talking about it."
"Dre what the hell are you doing?!" A deep voice yelled. "You don't put your hands on a female. A pregnant one at that."
Dre let me go and pushed me away from him hard causing my stomach to smash into the edge of the sink.
I winced in pain as Dre walked out the kitchen.
"Are you alright?"
I looked up and saw James standing there. He snaked his hands around my waist in order to help me stand up on my own.
"I'm fine." I said snatching away from him almost losing my balance.
"Take it easy." He whispered gently wrapping his arm around me and guiding me up the stairs.
"Seriously, I'm fine get off me." I said pushing him away and walking into my bedroom.
I slammed the door shut and locked it behind me. I walked over to my bed and pulled back the blanket before climbing in and covering myself with it.
I laid my head on my pillow and slowly closed my eyes in an attempt to stop the tears from falling, that didn't work.
