Though he did promise that, he didn't come back. I was really upset because of that and everytime he called, I wouldn't pick up the phone.
"Dem, Wilmer's calling again" Dallas said, handing me my own phone. I shrugged and just rolled my eyes at my sister holding the damn phone.
"Tell him I'm out..."
"No, Demi, I'm not telling him another lie... I don't know what's up with you guys but you need to talk. Remember you're carrying a baby... A baby you shear with him since he's the God damn father, Demetria." Dallas sounded very serious and seemes to be on her nerves.
I sighed, knowing she was right. I had been avoiding him for two whole months now and I really, really dis miss him a lot.
"Hey..." I spoke into the phone. Dallas smiled, gave me the thumbs up and left me alone with Wilmer on the phone.
"Nena! Thank God! I thought something bad had happened to you, babe. I was so worried" He told me, making me feel pretty bad.
"Yeah... I'm sorry I guess..."
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah"
"Sure?"
I sighed again.
"Why haven't you visit me in these past two months? I'm already 9 months pregnant, Wilmer! Our child can come anytime now!" I almost yelled into the phone.
I couls hear him sighing from the other line.
"I'm really busy, Demi... I have a new project and it's taking all my time... I'm sorry... But I promise you that I will be there for our baby's birth. I promise you, babe"
"You promised other things yet didn't do it..." And I hung the phone up.
There was something that was warning me in the inside. There was something bad coming...
So I went upstairs, which is a very hard thing to do while you're 9 fucking months pregnant.
My bump is huge and that makes me feel horrible. I tend to cry in front of the mirror because of it. And although I know I look like this because I'm pregnant, I can't help but feel like a whale.
I started packing my suitcase and left the house and Texas by the night.
Thank God no one noticed.
My bump was hurting really, really bad when I finally got to Los Angeles.
It was like 11 PM in L.A so I went to Wilmer's house in a taxi.
I payed the taxi man and headed towards the front door, soon knocking on there.
As no one opened the door for me, I decided to look for the key in my purse. I found it pretty soon.
I opened the door using the key and got into the huge house. I stepped out of my shoes and left the suitcase there too as I closed the door and started looking for Wilmer.
He was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was still at work?
But then I heard it.
Moans...
It shocked me at first. I went upstairs, again struggling to do that because of my pregnancy which I was hating right then.
And every step I took, the more angry I got.
It was awful to hear all those sex noises. Some of them where from Wilmer but the others where definitely not from him but from a woman.
Eventually, I got to the room and the view could've burnes my eyes.
"So... I'm guessing this is your new project you were talking about on the phone" I said, panting because of the huge effort to come upstairs and trying to catch my breath.
He looked at me and so did his stupid whore.
