The Rich Man's Babies

The Rich Man's Babies

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"How do I even know it's mine" I glared at him with so much hate, I can't believe I slept with him "because I'm not a slut! I don't sleep around like you do" he smirked down at me "are you jealous miss Jewels" I shook my head trying to hold back the tears "I'm not going to stand here and be belittle by the likes of you, I get enough of that at home! I was giving you the decency of knowing, but don't worry about it! It's my problem, not yours" with that I walked away and he let me. Jazzika Jewels aka JJ or jazz is an 18 year old from a poor family! She went to a party with her 21 year old cousin and met Dean Bennett, a 22 year old born into money! One thing lead to another and now Jazzika has the biggest decision and sacrifice of her life to make!
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•••Excerpt••• I walked Vivian up to her apartment. During the ride back she couldn't stop talking about the clothes she saw and her smile was constant. The spark in her eyes never left. How could I ask her to stay just because I was a self-centered fool. I'd miss her. "Thanks for dinner, Rich. I really appreciate it." I knew she meant for more than just dinner. "Your welcome, Viv." I hugged her. She was still here for another week. There's no need to go all sappy now. It was only 3 months. She'll be back before I know it. But for now, I needed this. To be with her. We pulled apart. That glow was still there. If I hadn't known any better, she looked like one of my many one night stands after hot sex. Wait, she looked like- "Oh, shit." "What is it?" She asked. Her face was surprised that I cursed out of nowhere. "Who is he?" I demanded. "Who's who?" "The man that you're fucking, Viv." *primarily in Vivian's pov, and this story was created about 3 years ago with not much editing. Sorry for the choppy style and grammar. I won't be changing it much because I wanna keep the memory of my writing.

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