Smoke & Roses For M (Book 3)

49: Some Other Bitch

Colson and I snuggled most the morning, the next day. I had never ever had that kind of natural high during sex. It was very intimate for me.

I had put full trust into him to take care of me, and that's something that I had never did before. Fully trust him, or anyone for that matter. It was new and I was being clingy.

I was upstairs, watching some TV while the guys all vibed downstairs, makin' new bops and shit. I was lettin them do what they love. I also had some morning sickness, so I decided to rest.

My show had just ended, and I was on my phone, while Netflix prepared the next episode, when Colson came in the room.

He plopped onto the bed, kissing up my arm, then chest, as he hummed softly. He was very loving, today. He was, now, very high too.

I smiled, blushing, and giggled softly, as his lips tickled my neck.

"I love you so much." He hummed, pecking my lips.

"I love you too." I smile, looking at him.

"You're so beautiful." He smiles and kisses along my jawline.

"You're so high." I shook my head, as his phone went off.

He leaned up a little, unlocking his phone.

"Ay, yo, Kells, lemme get you down here for a sec." I hear someone say.

He leans over kissing me, and then jumps back up, before walking out the door and leaving his phone unlocked right next to me.

I wouldn't have even noticed, if it wasn't for all of the notifications. I shook my head, ignoring it, as I looked at my own phone.

[Buzz] What I need to go through his phone for? [Buzz] I trust him. [Buzz] It's just fans. [Buzz] He isn't hiding anything. [Buzz] I would know. [Buzz] Unless... [Buzz]

"Okay. I fucking hear you." I huff, and grab his phone. "Goddamn."

But, of course, as soon as the damned thing is in my hands, it stops. I sigh out heavily, then go to his camera. I took a couple surprise selfies for him. Random faces: kissy, pouty, winky, smiley, blushy...

When I decided I had taken enough, I went to his photos to go see them. Make sure they were fiancé material.

I noticed a group picture, recently saved. It wouldn't have annoyed me, if it wasn't the one where his ex, Halsey, was clinging all over him. I shook my head.

That was all the way back when I had left to strip with Tasha. It don't even matter to me. Why's he got it recently saved though? Maybe he's just using it as a throwback photo.

I clicked out of the camera roll, to actually get off his phone, when his favorite photos caught my eye. The album cover was a picture of us girls, with Mae, just havin' fun. I smiled and clicked the album.

I smiled at all the recent ones. Pictures of me and the kids and the guys and a couple memes, mostly family though. I flick my way up more. It was all mainly the same thing, except in the corner of my eye, I could see a picture of some girl in white lingerie.

I clicked on it, and saw a photo of Brittany, in a bra and panties, posing against a sleek black piano, in front of a mirror.

I ever so slowly slicked my tongue along the left side of my top teeth, as I nodded a little bit. I tried to find a fucking excuse for him, but the date he saved the picture was the day he decided to propose to me.

I let out a fake frustrated chuckle, as I closed his photos and opened his messages. I scrolled down, searching for Brittany. I was gonna find the messages, even if I had to hide in the bathroom and do it.