drag my name through the mud for nine months, talking about I’m her baby daddy either. Some shit I have more patience for but this is not one of them.
I pick up my phone and dial Anjela’s number because I am bout to check this bitch, on the quick fast. “Hello Daddy,” she answers after three rings. “I see you got my note.”
“Why are you doing this weak ass shit? We had a deal.”
“That you broke. You keep lying to me. I asked for a night. You gave me a few hours.”
“Anjela...got dammit! I am not playing this high school game with you. I doubt that you are pregnant but if by chance you are, we both know it ain’t mine. So, with that being said, have a nice life and don’t contact me again,” I bark into the phone.
“I am very much pregnant, you arrogant prick. I hope my baby has your looks but not your damn personality. If you look at the ultrasound I sent you, it has my name and the date on that bitch so there is no need to involve chance!” she screams back.
“Okay, so big whoop ti doo! You manage to get pregnant, like a million other hoes in this world. It’s still not mine bitch! I used a Magnum. I rolled that bad boy on myself!”
She laughs like this is the funniest shit she has ever heard. “This baby will be your lifelong reminder that when you are being a punk ass dawg and cheating on your wife, you should always flush your rubber down the toilet and not throw it in the trash can of a woman you have scorned!”
I just hang up the phone because I don’t know what the fuck to say. I can’t believe this. I cover my face with my hands and lean my head back on the back of my chair. What the fuck am I going to do? There is no way in hell I will ever be able to hide a damn baby from Qia for the rest of our lives, but if push comes to shove, I will try anything to keep my wife. Maybe, I can talk her into getting an abortion, offer her an exurbanite amount of child support, or with any mercy from the Man above, maybe I can keep the child hidden until I am able to get a DNA test and the baby turns out to not be mine.
I swear everybody is acting so out of pocket today. Kelly, Qia, Chan, and now, Anjela. I am definitely full off of the fuckery. “Damn, damn, damn!” I growl as I smash my fist into my desk again. Anjela is going to be a bit tougher to handle than Azia, so I guess I will have to try and play nice, and see where that gets me. I pick up my phone and send Anjela a text.
Can I come by so we can talk?
Of course, she hits me right back.
I thought you were done when you hung up in my face.
I apologize. I needed a minute.
When do you want to talk?
Tomorrow?
Text when you are on the way.
Bet
February 8 th , 2014
Saturday
Qisha
I thought I would die when Qia caught me and Jakari fucking. Then she beat my ass like she wanted me dead. I have tried over and over to spin it in my mind so I don’t look like such a trifling bitch, but I haven’t come up with anything as of yet. I know in my heart there isn’t anything that can take the stench off of what I did but I don’t know what else to do.
I sigh as I sit back and think about how scared I was when I learned that Qia was involved in an accident. Then, when I found out that she was in a coma, I was devastated. My biggest fear was that she was going to die. I was caught in between a rock and a hard place. I want her to wake up but I am scared as hell as to what she will say when she wakes up. I mean, after all, this is all my fault. How do you apologize for fucking your sister’s husband in her house and then, for being the cause of the
I pick up my phone and dial Anjela’s number because I am bout to check this bitch, on the quick fast. “Hello Daddy,” she answers after three rings. “I see you got my note.”
“Why are you doing this weak ass shit? We had a deal.”
“That you broke. You keep lying to me. I asked for a night. You gave me a few hours.”
“Anjela...got dammit! I am not playing this high school game with you. I doubt that you are pregnant but if by chance you are, we both know it ain’t mine. So, with that being said, have a nice life and don’t contact me again,” I bark into the phone.
“I am very much pregnant, you arrogant prick. I hope my baby has your looks but not your damn personality. If you look at the ultrasound I sent you, it has my name and the date on that bitch so there is no need to involve chance!” she screams back.
“Okay, so big whoop ti doo! You manage to get pregnant, like a million other hoes in this world. It’s still not mine bitch! I used a Magnum. I rolled that bad boy on myself!”
She laughs like this is the funniest shit she has ever heard. “This baby will be your lifelong reminder that when you are being a punk ass dawg and cheating on your wife, you should always flush your rubber down the toilet and not throw it in the trash can of a woman you have scorned!”
I just hang up the phone because I don’t know what the fuck to say. I can’t believe this. I cover my face with my hands and lean my head back on the back of my chair. What the fuck am I going to do? There is no way in hell I will ever be able to hide a damn baby from Qia for the rest of our lives, but if push comes to shove, I will try anything to keep my wife. Maybe, I can talk her into getting an abortion, offer her an exurbanite amount of child support, or with any mercy from the Man above, maybe I can keep the child hidden until I am able to get a DNA test and the baby turns out to not be mine.
I swear everybody is acting so out of pocket today. Kelly, Qia, Chan, and now, Anjela. I am definitely full off of the fuckery. “Damn, damn, damn!” I growl as I smash my fist into my desk again. Anjela is going to be a bit tougher to handle than Azia, so I guess I will have to try and play nice, and see where that gets me. I pick up my phone and send Anjela a text.
Can I come by so we can talk?
Of course, she hits me right back.
I thought you were done when you hung up in my face.
I apologize. I needed a minute.
When do you want to talk?
Tomorrow?
Text when you are on the way.
Bet
February 8 th , 2014
Saturday
Qisha
I thought I would die when Qia caught me and Jakari fucking. Then she beat my ass like she wanted me dead. I have tried over and over to spin it in my mind so I don’t look like such a trifling bitch, but I haven’t come up with anything as of yet. I know in my heart there isn’t anything that can take the stench off of what I did but I don’t know what else to do.
I sigh as I sit back and think about how scared I was when I learned that Qia was involved in an accident. Then, when I found out that she was in a coma, I was devastated. My biggest fear was that she was going to die. I was caught in between a rock and a hard place. I want her to wake up but I am scared as hell as to what she will say when she wakes up. I mean, after all, this is all my fault. How do you apologize for fucking your sister’s husband in her house and then, for being the cause of the
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