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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"We are so fucked right now" Chris said clutching me close to him
We had yet to step outside the doors of the hospital, but we could just see the paparazzi through the glass doors.
There was hella paparazzi outside, and frankly it was way too early for this.
This is some bullshit.
This is the shit I didn't like. This is one of the many reasons I turned Chris down all those times. I did not want to be on the front page of no news or gossip sites—I valued my privacy.
I knew sooner or later they would figure out who I was, but for now—imma save myself as much time as possible.
In an attempt to cover my face, I buried my self into Chris' muscular back as he continued to shield me.
Turning around to face me, Chris began to pull off his leather jacket before placing in over my head.
"Okay Celine, imma need you to keep your head down and stay close to me. The car isn't far" he said to me firmly "do not let go of my hand"
I simply nodded in obedience.
Facing forward once again we began to move, Chris leading the way clutching my hand.
Where the hell was hospital security at?
Opening the front doors, the shouts for Chris' attention sparked.
"Aye imma need y'all to back up" Chris said in a warning tone.
I made sure to keep my head down and covered as much as I possibly could.
"Chris are you gonna be a father? Is that your baby mama?" the photographers yelled as they swarmed us
"Chris look over here!" multiple photographers shouted.
My heart was beating as I clutched on tightly to Chris' hand while my other laid protectively on my belly.
"I said back the hell up, she's pregnant" Chris said increasing his volume as he moved through the crowd.
"Chris, did you cheat on Jasmine Banks?" The reporter asked invading our personal space. I could feel his proximity to me.
"Chris how far along is she?" Another asked
"I said back the fuck up" Chris said pushing the guy, that had the camera way to close to his face, to the ground
I lifted my head slightly as I watched it all happen, before quickly looking back down.
