Celine Washington is a strong independent black woman who doesn't take shit from anybody. She makes her own money working at a prestigious law firm, hard-working, self-assured, and in full control of her life. She trained herself to be that way with...
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Opening my front door, I was knocked back by Chris' lips slamming on top of mine causing me to push him back.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said wiping my mouth in disgust
It's been three months since I last seen him, lord knows how many women he's been up under since then.
"You called me over for round two right?" He asked with a raised brow as he stocked towards me "it's been a while you know?"
"No, I did not call you over for round two you idiot!" I said in frustration
"Then why am I here Celine?" He asked rolling his eyes as he threw his hands up in the air.
"I'm fucking pregnant that's why," I said throwing the pregnancy test at him. Him having fast reflexes caught it with ease.
He looked at it for a moment before looking back up at me. "You've got to be kidding me" shaking his head in disbelief.
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" I asked with a serious expression
"Holy shit" he mumbled walking numbly to the couch to sit down
Sighing, I too sat down on the other end of the couch, allowing him time to take it all in. I chose to remain quiet, carefully observing him as he went tight-lipped and finally made eye contact with me.
"I can't be a Dad, I'm way too busy" nigga what?!
"Does it look like I'm ready to be a Mom?" I said getting annoyed
"Then get rid of it, problem solved. You're not ready and I'm not ready. I don't even like kids nor do I want one" he shrugged before placing the test on the coffee table and getting up
"I'm not getting rid of my baby you dumb fuck. I have plenty of money and resources to take care of my kid, I'm not getting rid of this out of convenience. I take responsibility for my actions" I said glaring at him
He simply stared at me, before shaking his head in disbelief
"Wait a damn minute, how do I know this baby is even mine?" He asked chuckling as if this shit was in the slightest bit funny.
"Because why would I go out of my way to pin a baby on someone who aggressively aggravates me?" I asked laughing sarcastically "Hell you'd be the last person I'd choose"
"I don't give a shit, I want a test done," he said pointing at me "And you forget, I'm an athlete getting paid millions anybody given the chance would pin a baby on me. This whole I hate you act you put on is fake as fuck. If you hated me I wouldn't have been all up in them guts three months ago"
"You got some nerve you know that? We both had alcohol in our system. Alcohol makes people do stupid things" I countered standing up
"What's that popular saying about alcohol though?" He said putting his hand under his chin in a thinking manner "Admit it. You wanted me as bad as I wanted you"
