Addicted 2 Moni

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James☝️☝️

Moni Pov

Its been about a week and Wayne still hasn't went back to work. And no.. he still doesn't know I'm his new secretary. I honestly don't think he wants to face his father yet. I just don't want my baby at home turning into a bum when he could be out making money. I mean don't get me wrong I know he got money but there is not such thing as having enough money.

I kind of miss my baby though 😩it's been 3 days since we've seen each other and 3 and a half sexless weeks. No there is no trouble in paradise, everything's been perfect. He's just been working nonstop on the case his father wouldn't let him do.

 From what he told me he as everything his father needs to win the case and that if he need to he go behind his fathers back and beat it his self. Wayne know I'll be there with him every step of the way so I don't complain when we don't have us time.

Being a secretary is nice but a little boring. I've cleaned and organized Dewayne's office so many times there is literally nothing else I can do to make it any more perfect than it already is.

 I've organized his claims files and put them in color coordinated folder listing from urgent too not so urgent.   Red for urgent and yellow for not so urgent. 

I cleaned the small stains from his couch where it looked as though something spilled. I got bored and alphabetize his book self.

I glare over at the clock on the wall seeing that I have about 10 minutes left on my shift. I make sure to lock up Dewayne's office. I grab my phone as I shoulder my Michael Kors bag and head to the bathroom. By the time I leave the bathroom it'll be time for me to go.

<3WayneDaddy: Hey beautiful, come see me when you get off.

I walk to the bathroom humming a song in my head. When I get to the door of the female bathroom, the male door swings open. A handsome man steps out. I watch his face change as he looks me over. 

"You must be the new secretary for Ross that I've been hearing about," he smiles like a Cheshire cat. I look over him as well. Mhmm not really my type, I say to myself.

"What exactly have you heard," I say shifting my weight to my other leg causing him to look down and watch. When he does he smiles again.

"That your gorgeous of course," he leans against the wall. 

"Mmhmm," I open the bathroom door. 

"See you around," he smiles and licks his lips before walking off down the hall. I walk into the bathroom shaking my head. 

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WayneDaddy: Hurry Up girl !

I smile looking at my phone as I step from the building. I feel little droplets raining down on me as soon as I step outside. I quickly take a step back under the awning protected by the roof overhead. I look over at my and approximate how wet I'd be if I made a run for it. I sigh lowly, pocketing my phone and stepping out again.

"I can walk you to your car if you'd like," I hear from beside me. I look over and see the guy from earlier holding a black umbrella. 

"Come on now. I don't think you want to ruin those heels or mess up those pretty curls in your hair," he smirks. 

"okay.." I smile giving in. He walks over to me, linking his arm around mine. 

"Shall we?" he says. He escorts me to my car, holds the door open for me. The last thing he says is..

"Goodnight beautiful. Hope to see you at work tomorrow."

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Unknown Pov

I wake up to the sound of her groans of pain.

"Baby? Baby can you hear me?" My voice comes out as a faint whisper. I try to clear my throat and begin to cough. 

"Baby?" I say again looking over to the other side of the room.

"Why doesn't he just, kill us," she cries trying to move her body over to where she can look at me. She tries, but cant find the strength.

I know I'm suppose to say encouraging words, something to keep her hopes up. I'm suppose to protect her, make sure nothing ever happens to her. I never wanted this to happen to her. This is starting to make me feel less of a man. 

My baby is in the same room as me, but I can't do anything to protect her. All I can do is watch. I'm suppose to say something to reassure her, something to put her at ease, but all I wind up saying is....

"I don't know baby," I say. She just lays there breathing, her swollen belly poking through the thin stained sheet that covers her. 

After awhile she says..

"What about our kids...My babies," she starts to weep. Thoughts of them begin to swarm in my head.

I feel a burning sensation in my gut... I let out the longest scream I could.