Married To The Game

Chapter XIV (14)

VAUGHN
♬ "This Is For The People That Said I Wouldn't Be Shit, Look At Me Now MuthaFucka I'm Rich" ♬

"Hello?" I said without looking at the caller id. "Is this Mr.King?"

"Yea, who is this?" I asked, who the fuck was this and how the fuck did they know my name.

"This is Janae Stevenson from the DNA testing center, I'm calling to inform you that your test results are back and you could pick them up at anytime between 12 and 6."

"Alright thanks, I'm on my way now." I said before hanging up and getting out of the hotel bed. I had the worst hangover ever from last night. A nigga head was pounding. I took a quick shower and put on some turquoise lebrons, my cargos and a white T. "Ayee I gotta go handle something, have Marques dressed an stuff by the time I get back." I told Brandy before leaving.

When I walked through the double doors of the DNA center I walked over to the front desk. "ID Please!" I reached into my pocket and got my ID out of my wallet. "Damn rudeness can I get a goodmorning greeting?" I said handing her my ID. She took it and rolled her eyes, and started popping her gum. I don't know why but I love ghetto girls, they the realist. I stared at her while she typed numbers into the computer.

She favored the actress Lauren London, her name tag read Janae.

"If not a hello or welcome, can I atleast get an apology?" I told her.

"An apology for wheett!?" She said while handing me back my ID.

"For waking me up this morning knowing its a Saturday."

"Boy, please this is my job, I'll be damned if I say I'm sorry." She said with attitude.

"You just did ma and no need to be rude." I said as I winked at her and grabbed my envelope and headed for the door.

"WAIT!" I then turned around and saw her walking from behind the desk towards me. Damn lil mama was bad. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"For waking me up?" I asked as I lifted one eye brow up.

"No! For being rude." She said with a smile on her face.

"That wasn't so bad was it? But sadly I don't accept your apology." I stated with a smile on my face. She rolled her eyes and walked back over to her desk. I followed her.

"You mad?"

"And if I was!?" She rolled her neck.

"Ima have to make you happy duh." I said.

"You couldn't even if you tried!"

"Alright I gotchu, you say that now but you gone need me." I wrote my number on a paper that was on the counter and slid it to her.

"Pshhh!" She rolled her eyes and snatched the paper off the counter.

After getting in the car and opening the envelope. I began reading...

Paternity test results - In closes a copy of the paternity test results which shows a Probability of Paternity = 99.99% that you are the biological father of the child.

I smiled in excitement. Yes! Marques is my son, now I can get him the fuck out of harms way.

When I got to the hotel I called Brandy and told her to bring Marques down stairs.

I took him and my mama shopping. We had now been in the mall for almost 4 hours. Why in the hell do females have to stay in stores for so long Ugh!

♬ "This Is For The People That Said I Wouldn't Be Shit, Look At Me Now MuthaFucka I'm Rich" ♬

"Wassup bruh?" I said as I answered the phone

After hanging up the phone. My whole attitude changed. One of the workers we had watching the east said he had just saw Brandy with one of the niggas name Rick that work for Louis.

When we got in the car I told my mama what was up and she agreed to watch Marques for me. There was some shit I needed to get off my chest.

BRANDY

Vaughn had called me and told me to meet him at his place. I wonder what this was about.

When I arrived there his car was parked outside. I got out and knocked on the door. Within 30 seconds he answered it looking pissed off. What the fuck is his problem?... I walked in and sat on the couch. "What's wrong witchu?"...