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Sinner & Saint: Creed III Chapter 9

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"Woke up this morning Found my peace of mind Finally, I can say to you That I, feel good this morning No, I can't deny So finally I can lay with you And feel, feel the pleasure Finally do what lovers do, with you, babe Ride for two Don't you know, oh So we (so we) can roll how we want to, yeah

Set fire to the fucking pavement They bound to drown so they can't relate And just do what I say, do what I say, no My baby got her own fuckin' ways now Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin', ay Ain't need no problems from her man I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)"

Terrace Martin – "This Morning (feat. Arin Ray and Smino)"

She moved through the crowd like a silent wind through chimes that tinkled once she blew past. Her steps were assured, eyes laser sharp on who she needed to speak to on his behalf.

Damian watched in awe as Athena worked the packed penthouse filled with stars, sports influencers, executives, groupies, agents, managers, lawyers, and riff raff. He drank a few shots, gobbled up some hors d'oeuvres, and kept near his new boss. A few women checked him out and tried making conversation with him. He acted polite, answered very few questions about his connection to Athena and rested in the cut letting her lead everything. Feeling out of place once more, his brooding appearance seemed to attract even more women as the party continued through the night. Bianca excused herself and he realized that the penthouse they partied in was not the one Donnie and his family stayed in. Smart.

"Damian, this is Karl Gaston and Alessandro Beyna. Karl is a regional wealth advisor in the Cayman Islands and Alessandro handles investments there," Athena said.

Damian shook their hands and tried to look friendly. Athena tossed back her hair and placed a hand on his arm.

"Damian will soon be signing with my brother's company and I'll be working out some portfolio plans for him. He's going to need people that can take care of his money for future investments," Athena said.

The two white men nearly salivated listening to her. Athena had his pockets lined up with imaginary money. The two men would laugh him out of the hotel if they knew the total amount of cash he had in his paltry bank account at that moment. He rolled with her flow, keeping stoic in their presence. Business cards were exchanged with him and not Athena. She directed all the power to him turning into his conduit for all transactions in the place. Women were bolder, grabbing his attention with flirty banter and hungry stares. Nothing was subtle. He spent a moment alone with Athena in the back of the main room, until Donnie caught up with them. They took pictures together with hired photographers documenting the party for Donnie. It didn't take long for the champ to shoehorn his way between himself and Athena. She allowed it, a sly grin on her face as she joined a group of women.

"She's in her zone," Donnie said, glancing at his sister.

"Half the shit she says to the people goes over my head," Damian said.

"Wheeling and dealing."

"She's good. Knows a ton of people here."

"She'll keep the sharks away. For now, enjoy the anonymity," Donnie said.

Damian looked Donnie in the eye.

"You two a thing?" Donnie asked.

"Business partners."

Damian walked away before Donnie could flap his gums about anything else. Athena was a grown ass woman. Her baby brother wasn't about to lecture him on hooking up with her. She reached for Damian's hand and pulled him toward a young Black man with hooded eyes and a garish haircut to his permed blonde hair.

"Dame this is Raven X, stylist to the stars. I'm setting up an appointment for you two to get together back in L.A."

Raven X raked his eyes up and down Damian's physique.

"What are you looking for, Bad Boy tease or elegant showman?" Raven X said.

Athena tilted her head and squinted at Damian.

"I'm thinking future champion. I want his fits so crisp that they cut people in the eyes just by looking at him," she said.

Raven X nodded and stared at the top of Damian's head.

"Great head of hair. Formidable face. I'll give you a sexy fucking gladiator," Raven X said.

"I like it. Talk soon," Athena said.

She led Damian to the door.

"We're leaving?" he asked.

"Yep. Never be the last to leave the room. Smells of desperation."

"Where you two goin'?"

Donnie's blaring voice stopped their escape. Athena leveled her gaze at her brother.

"Damian's had a long night. He needs rest. We have meetings back in L.A. the moment we touch down," Athena said.

"When can I be looped in?"

Donnie's eyes flicked back and forth between them.

"We'll be in touch," Athena said.

She touched Damian's arm and he moved past her.

"Congratulations on everything tonight," Damian threw over his shoulder.

Donnie's expression appeared bewildered as they left the suite.

"Don't worry, I'll have terms and conditions lined up for you before we meet with my brother. You and I have to decide what trajectory you want for your career the next eighteen months."

"I just need some good fights lined up."

"You need more than that. We have to cultivate an image, create buzz with a catchy name—"

"Diamond Dame"

"What?"

"Diamond Dame is what I went by before I was in the pen."

They slipped into a private elevator and went up two floors. Athena eyed him from head to toe. She touched the collar of his shirt.

"Hmmm, Diamond Dame. With Raven's capable hands, you just might live up to that name. I like it. Classy. Rolls off the tongue."

"Yeah?" he said, moving in closer to her.

The elevator doors opened and Athena jumped back from him like water hitting hot grease. Mary Anne Creed stood in front of the opening dressed in a linen two-piece suit.

"Ma," Athena squeaked out. "Where are you going?"

"Well, Amara is fast asleep and Bianca is back in their suite. I'm free to go do a little gambling on the house. Where are you two headed?"

"We just came from Donnie's party."

Mary Anne checked her vintage diamond Cartier watch.

"It's not even midnight. Still early for his celebration to end," Mary Anne said with a lifted eyebrow.

"Damian and I have some business to discuss. I'm his new manager."

"Manager…?"

Athena gripped Damian's arm and pulled him out of the lift and away from her mother.

"Yes. Enjoy throwing money away," Athena called over her shoulder.

Damian glanced back at Donnie's adoptive mother. Mary Anne's sharp eyes cut into him despite the feigned pleasant look she tried to maintain.

Athena dug into her clutch and pulled out a keycard and tapped it against her suite. She led him to a busy-looking work station set up on the room's mahogany desk. Pushing back the executive chair, she plopped down and pointed to a side chair for him to pull up next to her. A laptop came to life from the touch of her hand and onscreen she had a detailed prospective typed up with his name all over it. She scrolled through several pages and stopped at one particular page.

"You whipped this all up today before the fight?" he asked.

"I'm always prepared to snatch up talent. This is just a mock up to give you an idea of what I can do. You don't have to sign anything now."

She tapped the enter key and a printer behind the laptop hummed to life and began printing up several sheets of paper. When the printer spit out the last page, Athena compiled them all and stapled two separate stacks. She handed him a copy and he listened to her go over every detail on ten full pages. His brain grew foggy with all the terminology, but he listened intently, trusting her completely. After forty minutes, she poured them both fresh glasses of water from the mini-bar and paced in front of him.

"Boxing needs excitement again, and they love an underdog story. The key is, they grow tired of that scenario after a few years. I think we should play up your background, but involve you back in your community. Do some volunteer work and talks at juvie facilities. See Donnie was able to coast on being our father's lost child, but he's been pampered and trained by a legend. Rocky isn't around anymore and now that my brother is retiring—"

"He's quitting?"

Athena gave a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Donnie is old news. His era is over. His mistake was calling himself Hollywood. The connotations made him seem elitist after awhile. Even when he won the championship, people still saw him as a privileged athlete, a nepo baby lucky enough to have my daddy's genes and access to the best that no one else did. With you—"

"I call myself Diamond, that's not elitist?"

"Not with your narrative. You were the lost jagged rock in the cold, cruel mine that became a diamond in the rough. A long prison bid and a hard-luck come-back story outshines a rich, spoiled pretty boy tale any day."

"Donnie didn't have it so easy before he was adopted by your mom."

"Is that what he told you?"

"He stayed in a group home, was in and out of foster care…"

The look on Athena's face made him clam up tight. She rested a soft hand on his shoulder.

"One of these days, I'm going to tell you about your little friend," she said.

"Tell me now. I have all night."

"No. Tonight, you will read over this contract, my mission statement for you, and you'll look for a contract lawyer on your own to go over my paperwork before you sign with me."

Damian rolled his eyes and pushed out of his seat realizing he wasn't getting any nookie.

"Don't pout. Business first, pleasure later," she said, pointing to the door.

He ambled out of her suite with his lips in a pout. She crossed her arms.

"I've got an amazing view of the strip. Champagne on ice…"

His words didn't move her.

"Goodnight Diamond Dame."

She closed the door in his face.

"I can't believe she gave me homework," he said, shuffling off to the elevator clutching onto precious papers that would elevate his life.

Back in his suite he placed the preliminary contract on the end of his bed and stripped out of his clothes. He showered, brushed and flossed his teeth before slipping into black satin sleep shorts. He grabbed a fresh bottle of chilled champagne from the suite's mini fridge and popped it open. A knock at his door surprised him. He put the champagne on the low table near the couch and padded over to the door, peeking through the keyhole. He grinned.

Opening the door he gave Athena a wide smile. She wore a thin purple overcoat and opened it for him. Underneath was a red sheer teddy that displayed everything that his mind imagined from the moment he met her.

"Hello," she purred.

She touched his chest with her index finger and pushed him back inside his suite, shutting the door behind her.

"I thought I was supposed to read over my paperwork," he teased.

"Oh you are…let's just say I'm your paperwork and I want you to enter into this contract," she said.

She dropped the coat on the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're full of surprises," he said.

"Get used to it Diamond Dame."

He lifted Athena up in his arms and kissed her while he carried her toward his sleeping area. He kicked away the contract papers and placed her on the bed. Getting on his knees he wedged himself between her open thighs and cradled her face with his hands.

"I can't believe you're real sometimes," he said.

Her eyes flicked away as her dazzling smile blessed him once more, but he held her chin forcing her to look directly at him.

"You're the best thing to happen to me in my life, Athena. That means a lot to a man like me in the situation I'm in. I don't know what you see in me to make you give me so much."

"I see a champion who deserves a second chance at the title."

"Is it just that? Or is it about besting Donnie too?"

She touched his hand and pulled it away from her face.

"Me and Donnie are a complicated pair…and yeah, spoiling his plans for you is a part of it."

"Plans for me?"

"Controlling your narrative to protect his. By keeping you from being under his thumb I can take you to the heights that no other boxer has been. I see a documentary, a tv series, fashion, and more for your future. A fallen hero returning to his roots and taking over more than just the boxing world. My father's life was cut short from reaching his full potential. I plan on taking you far Damian Anderson."

"What's in it for you?"

"Everything."

She kissed him. Her warm, wet mouth overwhelmed him into submission on his knees. Athena stole his heart as she kissed him, their tongues soft and gentle together.

He stood up when the carpet became too scratchy for his knees. His erection comically saluted her forehead. Athena laughed and hooked her fingers into his satin shorts, pulling them off and freeing his heavy dick. Dropping to her knees, she licked the tip like it was a sweet chocolate lollipop and he nearly blew his load all over his face. Goddamn she was like a gorgeous Black Barbie doll. The dreamy pin-up girl guys beat their meat to in a fantasy world they would never see become reality. Athena was a nasty girl too, spitting and slurping all over the wide head. She licked below his frenulum and the sensitive skin there had him groaning her name.

"Athena…Athena…"

She offered her tongue and Damian squeezed pre-cum there in thick rivulets. He tilted his neck and stroked under the thick ridge of his dick, watching her pucker and kiss his slit where more clear fluid spilled onto her glossy red lips. She began throating his erection with gusto, keeping her eyes on him. He wanted to nut on her face so bad, but thought it would be too rude and aggressive for their first time together. His dick became a hot and heavy saber in his hand and he was desperate to chop down the beauty before him.

"Such a pretty face," he murmured, touching her cheek.

"You want to cum on it, don't you?"

Athena's words were so seductive and her tone was so full of lust and desire that he couldn't hold back.

"Fuck…!"

They both watched his big dick throb in his hand and spurt thick creamy semen all across the bridge of her nose and all over her lips. Athena snapped her eyes shut and slanted her head back so more of his cum could drench the side of her face. Before he could apologize for nutting unexpectedly, she wrapped her lips around his meat and sucked another nut right out. His mouth became a tight line as he held her head and helped her gobble up his dick with spectacular deep throating. He had to tap out when she fondled his balls trying to milk him for more.

She swallowed and smacked her lips.

"You have a lot of cum," she said with wet sticky lips.

She stared at his dick. It was still erect and pointing at her messy face. She took off her cute teddy and waltzed to his bathroom. Two minutes later she returned with a fresh face without cum all over it. He stayed mesmerized by the bounce of her breasts and admired her amazing figure.

"My turn," she said, pushing him down on the bed.

She climbed over his body and planted her sopping wet pussy on his lips. Every lick he gave her, he stopped to look at her slippery labia and the soft pink of her pussy. He sucked on her clit like it was a delicate berry and her keening sighs let him know he was doing the job she wanted. He gripped her thighs and held her down tight, smothering his mouth against her entire vulva.

"Yes, baby, eat my pussy…oh Damian, you're eating it so good," she panted, grinding down on his fleshy lips.

She reached behind and fisted his dick while he feasted on the sweetest pussy he ever tasted in his life. The scent between her thighs was heavenly and he inserted his tongue inside of her sweet pink walls. Athena bounced on his tongue and cursed him for how good he was. He flipped her over and nestled his face between her legs, pinning them down to control her movement. She whimpered and gazed at his wide tongue slathering her vulva. He switched up and flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit and she threw an arm over her eyes, unable to watch his entire mouth do a praise dance all over her sensitive nerve endings. His tongue spelled out his name all over her labia and clit, claiming her for himself.

"Ohmigod…Damian…I'm cumming baby! You're making me cum all in your mouth…oh God!"

Her thighs snapped around his head and he hung on, keeping his thick lips pressed against her clit giving it small circles. His head and neck rocked and rolled with all of her flailing limbs on the bed. She was strong so he had to put some muscle on her to keep her from flying across the room with her orgasm. He pinched the tips of her nipples and she cursed him yet again with her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

It took a few minutes for her body to simmer back down and he made note that she was multi-orgasmic. He felt like a lucky sonofabitch.

"I was not expecting that," she huffed out. "You can go for a long time. Jesus!'

Damian raised his body up to be closer to her on the bed. She was covered in sweat and strands of her hair clung to her cheeks in damp ringlets. Brushing back her hair, Athena rolled over to lay her head against his chest. They cuddled quietly, watching the lights of the strip twinkling their seductive call to gamble and dance. When her breathing settled, they kissed and he fondled her breasts. Her eyes became glassy and her gently fingered her pussy, watching her expression to learn what she liked for research purposes. He liked nice plump titties and a tight pussy. She had both. His calloused fingers created the perfect friction she needed and he pleasured her vulva and slick walls until her pussy clenched around his two curled fingers.

"That's my good girl," he said, gazing at her beautiful face as her mouth dropped open from the intense release. "My dick will feel even better once you let me put it in this pretty pussy."

He looked at the bald shiny vulva of her Brazilian wax and his mouth watered. He'd never had a hairless pussy before. It didn't even feel real and he was captivated by the smooth slickness.

"Will you let me nut all over this pussy?"

Athena's mouth still gaped open and his words had her pussy throbbing all over his fingers.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. "So tight and wet. Can I make a big ole mess inside of here too?"

"Oh!"

Athena almost collapsed on herself riding out her wave of pleasure.

"I know this pussy will squeeze my big dick so good."

He moved his fingers a little to extend her release and pressed his thumb into her clit hard.

"I'll smack these big nuts against that ass too…make you cum all over my balls."

She was like putty in his hands. He pulled out his fingers and licked them. God she tasted even better than before. How was that possible? He allowed her to rest while he kissed and licked her all over, sucking on her toes while he played with his dick for her. Her eyes traced every part of his body and the lust she had for it was quite evident. He felt the same way about hers. They were built for each other.

After caressing her curves and valleys, he pulled her on top of him to feel skin on skin warmth. Her hair fanned out all across his neck and he sniffed the fragrant hair oil she coated her tresses with. Jasmine and maybe rose oil mixed in.

They both fell asleep until the morning sun rose up, the light falling across their naked bodies like a cozy yellow blanket.

Athena slid down his chest and engulfed the head of his penis in wet warmth, bobbing her head while he touched her hair. He said nothing when she climbed on top of him and slid her pussy down his length unsheathed. Her eyes didn't have desire or lust in them anymore…no, something else more powerful watched him as she went up and down on him so slow that his toes curled. His dick had her pussy stretched and talking. She had his shaft shiny and bewitched and once she started gyrating around and kissing his neck, he was mentally gone. God had to be looking out for him to bring her into his life.

Damian sat up and held Athena close. They rocked together on the bed face to face, staring into each other's eyes within a protective fortress of lovemaking. The world outside had vanished and there was only bliss for them inside. He would do anything this woman asked him to do for the rest of his days on earth.

"Fuck…Athena…"

Her ass cheeks felt slippery and wet from their natural lubrication flowing so freely on his lap. He was on the verge of ejaculating.

"'Bout to cum…"

She held the nape of his neck and pressed her forehead against his.

"Cum in my pussy," she whispered into his mouth.

"You sure?"

"Please. I want to feel you cumming inside me."

He groaned and thrust up into her faster, simply luxuriating in the snug hold she had on his dick. He lifted her by her hips and spread his legs more to get deeper inside.

"Don't ever leave me, Damian," she whispered.

He bucked into her hard and clasped her back with anchoring arms as a powerful flow surged from his balls and through his dick.

"I'd never leave you, Athena…you're my woman…"

She cried out and he shouted with her as his orgasm raced after hers.

"Oh my fucking God!" he hollered into her neck as hard throbs pushed hot cum into her pussy.

His body jerked several times and she trembled in his arms. Gasping together in a tangle of arms and legs and loving words, Damian and Athena shocked their own senses with the passion of their sex. She pulled away from him and sat back on her rump. He looked at her vulva. Her inner labia were plump and spread wide. Her pink opening still had the round gaping cavern of where his dick stretched her. Some of his creamy white semen spilled out in a gush. She played with it, smearing it all over her labia and clit.

He stroked her thigh.

"You can consider all that my signature for our contract," he said.

She laughed and held her labia open for him to see the continuous running trail of cum he put in her.

"It's so warm in my pussy," she said.

He snuggled up to her and they kissed for a long time before his stomach grumbled. Damian ordered room service for them and he had everything set up after Athena showered and walked out wearing one of his clean t-shirts. A full Creole-styled breakfast with champagne and cranberry juice was eaten on the bed. There was no rush to be anywhere. Athena's family was busy doing their own thing inside their suites. They ate their fill and snuggled under the covers together, letting the air-conditioner run giving them an excuse to spoon in body heat.

By noon Damian had his dick back inside of her raw under the covers, hitting it from his side with her back pressed into him. He whispered the filthiest things in her ear and fucked her like he missed her, like she had been waiting for him to get out of prison. Athena took that dick and choked it with her pussy. He fucked her within an inch of her life like he had something to prove. Damian put it down so good that she started sobbing and begged him to fuck her harder. He had vacillated between gentle and hard lovemaking, and Athena seemed to enjoy both ways, but her tears ushered in a pistoning of his hips to give her what she wanted.

Shoving her face down on top of the covers, he kept his hand on her neck and slammed into her perky ass. His back shots kept her cheeks clapping and his balls slapping. He glanced across the room at the mirrored closet doors and locked eyes with Athena. She watched him power drill into her with the happiest expression on her face. He slapped her ass hard several times and those round brown cheeks bounced in his palm like jello.

Damian wondered if she was one of those types that liked the idea of fucking a nigga fresh out the pen. She liked the way he talked dirty to her, his aggression exciting her with those tight pussy clenches she gave him. Didn't they say good girls always liked fucking with bad boys until they married a good boy later in life once they got all that illicitness out of their system?

Nah. Athena wasn't the good boy type. She knew how to talk greasy to people using fancy big words. He witnessed that at Donnie's celebration party. Beneath her perfect society princess façade was a gangster at heart. She had a cunning ruthlessness hidden under the calm, calculated exterior. Watching her face as he clapped her cheeks he recognized what she needed in a man. Someone who could control her in bed. Make her submit. Those tears weren't just from pleasure: she cried because she found the one man who could dominate her soul.

She arched her back and he pressed his hands lower on her spine. He circled his waist and she bit the covers and clawed the sheets. He spanked her with enough force to make her head jolt forward.

"Look at me," he demanded.

She turned her head and her dewy eyes stared back at him.

"Throw my pussy on this dick."

Her eyes widened at him claiming her pussy as his. A sparkle of joy glinted off her dark irises. He smacked her left ass cheek when she didn't move fast enough. Halting his thrusts, Damian looked down at her ass.

"That wasn't a suggestion," he said.

He didn't need to raise his voice, just shifted the tone the way he did when he was in prison and another inmate wanted to bother him out in the yard just to test him. They always found out that his soft controlled timbre could be backed up with brutal force. Athena picked up on that and jiggled her backside, sliding off his dick to position herself better before sliding back on his stiffness.

"Like that?" she asked.

Damn she fucked good. How many lames had she wasted prime pussy on before him? She chewed on her bottom lip until she had the best rhythm going for him and he grunted each time her cheeks slapped against his hard body.

"Is that good for you?" she cooed.

He didn't answer and that encouraged her to show out for him to get a reaction. His balls ached to cum.

"Fuck that shit Athena…"

She wiggled and he closed his eyes.

"Bitch, I said fuck this dick."

He pushed her face down again, had her body all the way on her stomach and started pounding her in that position until she screamed into the pillow her final orgasm of the day with him. The tight rings of her pussy tugging on his dick gave him permission to flood her with another eruption of semen. He dropped onto her back gulping all the air he could to help him tumble over next to her in a weakened heap.

Athena rolled against him again and clutched onto his chest, her fingernails softly circling the hairs around his left nipple.

"We gotta take a break," he said, "I know your pussy is sore because I was wearing that thang out."

She chuckled.

"I haven't been fucked this well in a long time," she said.

"Just well?"

"We have to go a few more times to see if this was just first time luckiness, or if my back will forever be blown out by you."

"Forever?" he said, looking down at her face.

"Is this a one and done, Damian?"

The hesitation in her voice proved to him that she had met her match and didn't want it to slip through her fingers.

"No one will ever take your place, Athena. Hear me? You're my angel."

Her eyes welled up, and she cried.

"Hey…hey…baby…," he said cuddling her closer.

"You're the one thing I have in my life right now that's just all mine," she said. "I don't want to lose that."

"I ain't going nowhere. Hey…look at me…I'm here for the long haul. You're the head that turns this body. When I get into the ring again, I'm going to bring you boxing heads on a platter until I prove all of your faith in me. You're the only person who stepped out on my behalf to help me without question. From day one. I have to repay you for that."

"What happens after you become champion?"

"Whatever we want."

He held her tight until she fell asleep in his arms, assuring her that they were a united team.

"It's you and me against the world, Athena," he whispered into her ear as she slumbered.

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Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby.

Adonis x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: postpartum depression mentions, other baby related stuff

SUMMARY: Adonis trying to be as helpful as he can, but the reader finds it a bit overwhelming while dealing with postpartum depression.

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“Pacifiers?”

“Check”

“Burping cloth?”

“Check”

“Bibs?”

“Check. Babe, we have everything. I promise” I chuckle, watching Adonis go through a list of baby necessities on his phone, while trying to calm the whining boy in his arms, the man being adamant on keeping everything where they need to be just for times like this when his son was irritated.

“We have diapers right?”

“Mhm”

“What about wipes?”

“Yes, all in the nursery, Donnie”

“Okay, good, good….you need anything? Thirsty?” He tucks his phone away, rocking the now resting baby in his arms.

“Mmm…water, maybe?” I shrug and he nods, rushing out of the room. He had been acting like this all day, running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. I hadn’t even been home for two hours yet, just coming back from the hospitals secondary check up after a very unplanned home birth. The house was a mess from two days ago, my poor mother and brother being stressed out of their minds trying to deliver a baby that wasn’t supposed to be here just yet.

Luckily, him coming two weeks earlier didn’t matter and he was healthy as a horse. with the way he was screaming at the top of his lungs, you could tell that was a healthy baby. But, meanwhile I was pushing a 5 pound, big headed baby out of me, Adonis was scrambling to find a flight back to Cali so he could make it to the birth, which was unsuccessful. It took an entire day and some change to get back home, the man so disappointed in himself that he took a business trip so late in my 3rd trimester.

Though I told him to do it, he still felt bad, promising to never leave my side in circumstances like this ever again. The birth went smoothly even though it wasn’t expected, and as soon as Adonis landed, he was blowing up my phone with FaceTimes back to back. And he was completely serious with the ‘never leave your side” thing, cause he was on me like white on rice when he got home. Helping me to and from the bathroom, even though I could walk fine, supplying me with any kind of food or snack I asked for, diaper duty, which was the best perk, and massages.

He was showering me with all kinds of love and affection, but as fast as my high came from giving birth, the lows swooped in just as quick. The 6th day after birth came and postpartum depression came knocking. I was still functioning though. Not cause I wanted to, but because I had an infant now and had no time to dissect why I really felt the way I did.

As more days passed, I became more agitated with my circumstances and Adonis constant ‘bugging’. I knew it was from a place of love, but I needed rest before anything. I was just too cautious to tell him that, afraid I’d end up sounding like a bitch because I wanted a break from my husband for a few hours. Some women would have to beg their husbands to do what Adonis does, but I felt ungrateful because I didn’t have to, and quickly got tired of that because of emotions I couldn’t control.

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About three more days had gone by, and it had officially been a month since giving birth. My postpartum depression had subsided a bit, and I felt better about myself, but Adonis was the same, and so was my sleep schedule.

“…can I help you, sir?” I look over my shoulder, spotting my husband watching me intensely. The infant I had in my arms whines and mixes at the sudden movements, unlatching from my nipple for a moment before going right back to feasting. I was reclined in a couch placed in the nursery, praying to god that I could catch some Z’s.

“Huh?” He queries, still staring.

“You’ve been following me around the house like a lost puppy all day. Now you over my shoulder watching me nurse like I don’t know what I’m doing” I say, a bit agitated since I haven’t slept for more than a few hours everyday for the passed month.

“What? I know you know what you’re doing, baby” He completely ignores my other statement, his attention still drawn to my current ‘activity’. I blink at him for a prolonged second, then laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, well back up off my bumper, can you?” I suggest, waving him off with my hand. He sighs, leaning up and walking away. “Your daddy is a bit obsessed, don’t you think?” I look down at our son, his brown eyes fluttering closed as he begins to drift off into his fourth nap of the day.

I close my eyes too, relaxing.

‘Maybe I could sneak in a nap too’

just as I thought I was gonna have peace and quiet, I feel Adonis plop down right besides me, looking over my shoulder. I was in my right mind to lock him in a room now. I sigh, opening my eyes back up to the unpleasant sight of the sun shining through the baby blue curtains across from me. I’d rather see the inside of my eyelids. I was exhausted.

“…he looks like me, doesn’t he?” He pokes, smiling down at his new found pride and joy.

I slowly turn my head to the man, his face being so close to me that our noses touch. “Donnie…get outta my face” I mellowly warn him, ready to run him out of the nursery.

“I’m sorry! I’m just intrigued. I wasn’t there for when he came, I just wanna make that time back” I bite back a loud cackle for the sake of not scaring my son out of his cinnamon toned skin. Snorting, I cover my mouth.

Giving him a ‘be serious’ look with the tilt of my head, I uncover my mouth. “Donnie, please. It’s been almost five weeks since his birth, you came a day late, and it’s not your fault. Be happy you even found a flight that would get you back here so suddenly. Plus, you already made that 24 hours back, now you just being clingy” I say, pecking his lips twice. “It’s just a bit…overwhelming right now, that’s all,”

“I’m not saying it’s you, I’m not not really in a place to…ya know…be as social with you as I was before”

He nods, understanding. “And you know I love you, but sometimes I don’t need anything at all, just silence” Taking in everything I say, he doesn’t argue, understanding that maybe he was doing a little much on the waiting hand and foot, asking me questions at every movement I made.

He caresses my thigh, kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m really not trynna stress you, I just don’t wanna feel like I’m not doin’ enough, or want you to feel like I don’t care”

I smile. “It’s okay. Just tone it down a bit, okay? Next week I promise you can be as clingy with us as you want” he nods, starting to play with the little mitten that covered our sons hand. I knew he still wasn’t gonna leave any time soon yet, waiting for the baby to stop eating so he could hold him again. I just let him be. For now.

“Does it hurt?” He asks suddenly, and I shake my head. “Not really. It did for the first few times, but since he’s latching better, no”

“…he getting enough, right?”

I pause, my eyebrow raising at the man.

“Yes, my titties produce enough milk for our son. Any other questions, doc?” I ask with playful attitude.

He shakes his head, still looking. It was silent for a moment , only the sounds of summer rain tapping against the window and swallowing followed by shallow sighs from the infant being heard. That was until I decided to put my boob up and replace my nipple with his favorite paci since he had fallen asleep, remembering the doctor told me not to feed him while he’s not awake, considering my milk supply was fine and he gets full fast.

Yet, that still doesn’t stop my husband from breathing down my neck, attempting to reach for him, which I dodge by brushing him off with my shoulder.

Taking a breath, I glare at him. “What, Adonis? You wanna feed him?”

His eyes glimmer with excitement as he smiles, perking up at the simple question. “I can? Yeah” he asks before quickly answering.

“Grow some titties then” I pat his chest then stood to my feet, now attempting to burp the resting baby.

#creed iii #creed 3 #adonis #adonis creed #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #black!reader #masterlist #black actors #black reader #black!fem!reader #black!oc #smut masterlist #henneseyhoe #michael b jordan #michael b jordan x reader #black tumblr #writing #writers on tumblr

[punishereditz]

Playing Dirty

Pairing: Adonis Creed x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Boxing. Play fighting. (No one gets hurt) Smut. Semi-public sex. Unprotected sex. P in V. Fingering. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Size kink. Lots of teasing.

AN: This is a request post for @bqtmanz I hope that you enjoy this!

Summary: Don decides to take training a step further.

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It was late, but Adonis didn't care. He ran outside in the Philly streets anyway. He couldn't sleep, he had too much on his mind and he knew he wouldn't get any sort of rest until he blew off some steam.

He ran past the gym, and quickly came to a stop, backing up, seeing that the lock wasn't on the door. He looked around before he tugged at the door. It slowly opening. He looked around once more before he made his way up the stairs.

"Unc? You here?" He called out but there was no response. He called for all the others, but once again, no response. He got to the top of the stairs, the sound of one of the bags being punched filling the quiet gym. Then you quickly came into view. You were letting lose into one of the bags. Small grunts coming from you with each punch. Sweat dripping from your body.

He tried getting your attention, calling your name, but you were in your own little world. You had your headphones on, listening to your music, not being able to hear a thing. Having no clue he was there and that he was making his way closer to you.

He stood by you, chuckling at your obliviousness. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. You jumped back, and before you could think, you swung at him, but he quickly dodged it. You blinked a few times, realizing it was Don, you slide your headphones off.

"Wow, it's just me. You trying to knock me out here?" His smile was wide.

"You can't sneak up on me like that." You panted. Resting your hands on your hips. Looking into his doe eyes. He looked around the empty gym, then back to you. His eyes ghosting over your figure.

"What are you doing here? Where's everyone else?" He asked.

"Everyone's done left. I asked if it was okay if I trained for a little longer and they said it was fine as long as I did all the closing up work." You explained.

He nodded, wetting his lips with his tongue. "Rough day?" He said curiously. He knows by the way you were punching the bag that something was wrong.

"That's an understatement. And you? Rough day?"

"Yeah, something like that."

You nodded. "Come on." You nudged his shoulder as you walked by. Going up to the ring and climbing in.

"We seriously doing this?" He gestured to you. A grin tugging at his lips.

"We seriously are. I ain't got all night. You want to train, or not?" You rested your arms against the rope. Smiling down at him. You put your mouthpiece in.

He didn't waste another second. He went and got his gloves, putting them on, smiling to himself the entire time. He got into the ring with you, putting his mouthpiece in. Stretching his arms, he looked deep into your eyes as he did so.

"I'll make sure to go easy on you." You laughed at him. Shaking your head.

"I wouldn't be stressing about that if I was you." You both begin to move in circle. Looking into his eyes, you knew he wasn't going to throw the first punch. So, you lifted your hands, throwing him your right hand and he moved out of the way.

"You really going to hit me sweetheart?" His voice was all teasing as he came to a stop. Looking down at you, there was a challenge in his eyes. Like he was just daring you to hit him. A look like he didn't really believe you would actually do it. But you do, you hit him right in the jaw while he is distracted by you. You chuckle at his shocked expression.

"Alright, alright, I see how it is." Don takes a step back. His lips curling up into a grin, not being able to hide it. His eyes are carefully watching your body. How your arms are flexing. Your breast lightly bouncing with each step you take.

He will happily admit that he is distracted by you. He could care less about training at this moment. He just wants to see that smile from you when you get pleased with yourself. The way you tilt your head at him. The way you move your body. The way you grunt. He loves to see you get determined about something. See how stubborn you get, and see you get all frustrated when something isn't working.

He is memorized by you. How your hair swings with each punch you dodge form him. How your body flows and sways. Moving perfectly along with him. It's a dance, and the both of you are doing each move effortlessly. It's elegant in its own way. It's intimate. With each punch and kick, the tension grows stronger between the two of you.

He lays a punch on your jaw, and you smile at him. "Is that the best you can do?" Your smile grows impossibly wider.

He tilts his head down. This darkness growing in his eyes that makes shivers run down your spine. Before you can even blink, he swops behind you, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. Your body pressed to his. He leans his head down, his lips a mere inch away from your neck. His hot heavy breath against your skin.

You squirm against him. Trying to escape, but his grasp on you is too tight. He chuckles in your ear before he lets go of your arms, shoving you against the ropes. His hand slapping your ass.

You lean against the ropes, taking a deep breath. You turn to see him smiling wildly at you. Entertained with himself. You shake your head, walking back up to him.

You try to kick him, but he grabs your leg before it can make contact with his side. He grabs your other leg, lifting you up in his arms. He slams you down on the floor. Laughing at the surprised look on your face.

"What? I thought you were into playing dirty." He hums, winking at you. Your surprised expression quickly changing to a pleased look as you sweep his leg out from under him. Moving him under you. You pin his hands by each side of his head. Smirking down at him.

"I am." His eyes begin to soften as he looked up at you. A look of lust in them. That playful smile dropping. His lips parted; he took his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes looking from your eyes down to your lips. You moved your head down. Hovering your lips over his, but not touching.

He leaned his head up to close the space between the two of you, but you pulled back. Only letting your lips hover. You let go of his hands, and they immediately went down to your hips. You brought your hands up, taking your gloves off as quickly as you could and spitting your mouthpiece. He quickly followed behind you. Doing the same. He leaned up once again, his hand going to the back of your neck. Pulling you down to his lips.

You moaned against his mouth. Shocked at just how soft his lips were against yours. You grinded your hips, making him pull away. Cursing under his breath, he let his head fall back. He pushed you down on his hips. Making you grind farther down on his cock that is throbbing. He attacked your neck. Placing kisses all over you. Occasionally biting at your skin. His hands moved up your body. Holding your breast in his hands. Squeezing them. A moan slipping from your lips, but he quickly cut you off. Crashing his lips on yours. His hands slide from your breast down to the band of your sprots bra. He tugged at it, and you raised your arms. Allowing him to slide it off of you. His eyes instantly going down to your exposed skin.

"Shit, you're so beautiful." He groaned. You kissed him again. Your hands moving over his muscled arms. Over his biceps and down to his forearms. Then up to his chest. Working your way down until you were gripping the hem of his shirt. He lifted his body up so you could take it off. Throwing it to the side. Your hands went back to his smooth skin. Your hands exploring over his abs.

He laced his hands in your leggings, "May I?" You nodded frantically and he lowly chuckled at your neediness. He slipped them off, throwing them over his head. His hands slowly moved up your legs, stopping at your thighs.

He placed a finger in the band of your panties. He pulled it back, letting it go. Making it snap against your skin. You gasped. Your hands flying up to his broad shoulders for support. He pushed your underwear to the side, dipping his fingers into you. His finger starting to tease your clit.

"Your soaked baby." He mumbled. His fingers traveling down to your entrance, pushing his fingers in. You were unable to hold back your moan, your grip on his shoulder tightening to the point your knuckles were turning white.

He had your head spinning, and had you overwhelmed. Giving you more pleasure than you could ever give yourself. His long thick fingers being able to reach that spot deep in you that makes your stomach turn and your eyes roll to the back of your head. And he curls them up perfectly. Teasing that spot over and over. Pulling you closer to the edge. Your orgasm coming up on you so quickly, it's almost embarrassing.

But you don't really care. When his thumb sneaks up to your clit and starts rubbing it, you clench your walls tightly around him. Moaning his name, your back arching. You grind your hips down on his hand and he lets you. He kisses your jaw. Whispering praises in your ear.

"That's it, baby. Look at you, trying to take what you want. Go ahead. Take it sweetheart. It's yours to have. You gonna come for me pretty girl? Hm?" He whispered the filthy words in your ear. His fingers working faster.

"Oh, yes!" You moaned his name over and over as your climax washed over. As if it was the only word you knew. He helped you down from your high. Not removing his fingers until your breathing started to slow back down and your body started to relax.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth. Looking into your eyes as he sucked all the cum off of his fingers. You swear, looking down at him, it was the hottest thing you have ever seen. But he didn't give you much time to think. His arms wrapped around your waist. Standing to his full height. He sat you down, his lips going to you hungrily. As if he has been starved. He pulled your underwear down. Stuffing them in the pocket of his sweatpants. He then hastily took his own pants off. His hands going to the back of your thighs. Laying you back down. He propped himself up on top of you. His mouth going to your chest. Bitting and licking at your nipples as he took his cock in his hand. Pumping it.

He kissed down your stomach. Making sure to not leave an inch of your skin untouched. He leaned back up over you. Smashing his lips on yours. He grabbed your legs. Pulling them up and on his waist. He took his cock and lined it up with your entrance. Guiding it in. Slowly pushing his long thick cock in.

You whimpered. Your walls clenching to him once he bottomed out inside of you. He stayed still, resting his forehead in your neck. Giving you time to adjust to him before he slowly pulled back. Thrusting back into you. He slowly fucked you. One of his hands squeezing your breast. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he rested his forehead against yours.

You moved your feet to his ass. Pushing him so that he would thrust into you deeper. He got the idea and started to pick up his speed. Starting to pound into you, and it took all your strength to not come already.

He was significantly bigger than you. He was taller than you, and his body was wide. He made you look tiny, but yet he fit so perfectly on top of you. He fit so perfectly in you. He stretched you out immaculately. He touched you as if he already had a hundred times, he touched you in all the right places and in all the right ways. His lips felt as light as a feather as he peaked kisses on your forehead, your nose, temple, cheeks, lips. Every part of your face he could get to. The way he touched your body, the way he whispered praises in your ear, it had your second climax built up in no time.

And his? He is just as on the edge as you. His climax has been building all night. Your walls clenching around him, your hand on the back of his head, moaning his name, it all overwhelms him in the best possible way. It keeps pushing him further.

"Uh, I'm so close baby." He grunted into your ear. You bucked your hips up, moving your hips in time with his and it takes everything in him to keep from spilling over.

"Come for me baby." You did. You soaked his cock. Your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first one. Your climax sent him into his, and he filled you to the brim with his come.

"Good girl." He placed lazy kisses over your skin. You grabbed his chin, tilting his head up so that you could kiss him. He slowly pulled out of you. Both of you moaning. He rolled to his side. Laying by you. He interlaced his fingers in yours. Bringing your hand up and kissing the back of it.

"I think you should start training me more often."

"Yeah, I think so to."

#michael b jordan #michaelbjordan #adonis creed #creed 3 #creed movie #creed #x reader #smut fanfiction #smut fic #i need him

[americahasasuperstar]

Bake ‘Em A Cake

She couldn’t believe that she had to deal with yet another nosey neighbor. She had just got used to Bianca blasting music at all times of the night without a care in the world, and it was like God wanted to give her yet another challenge to deal with.

Bianca told her that the new neighbor they had came to her and told her to turn her music down. From the seems of it, he seemed to have enough sense to not be disruptive to the people in their small, very thin wall having, apartment building. She was wrong though. She could hear thump after thump above her as she tried to get some sleep for her next shift in 8 hours.

“Hello!”

She didn’t care if she was being a bitch by banging so loudly on his door when she could’ve easily been a normal person and knocked regularly. She kept pounding as hard as she could until the door finally open, and revealed something she did not expect. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up and down at the man in front of her that was sweaty and shirtless and fine as fuck. She could’ve sworn she felt her heart skip a few beats but she quickly composed herself when she realized what had made her get out of the comfort of her bed and make her way to the floor above her.

“Can I help you?” He asked her. A bit of an attitude she heard. Fuck did he have an attitude for?

Nyla scoffed as she pushed past him, walking into his very empty apartment. “Your loud ass thumping ass footsteps are keeping me awake.” She told him, tossing him a mean look over her shoulder.

“Come on in I guess.” He muttered.

Nyla looked around the apartment, only seeing a couch and a small tv. No pictures. No decorations. No accent furniture. God, it lacked so much furniture that it made Nyla want to puke. She turned around to look at the man, looking him to and down which allowed her to realize that the apartment did fit him. He didn’t seem like the type to go all out. Still made it an ugly apartment though. Or maybe she was just judging too much.

“This isn’t what people mean by minimalism, just so you know.” She stated, taking it upon herself to sit down on the couch.

He closed the door behind her, walking over to her on the couch. “Can I help you with something?” He wondered. He didn’t seem to mind that much that a complete stranger had walked into his home without a care in the world.

“I don’t know if you’re tap dancing, or doing the cha-cha slide, or just being a dickhead up here… but you’re being loud.” Nyla told him.

“Oh my fault, I didn’t realize.” He said.

“Yeah, everything’s thin in this apartment. Including my patience.” Nyla snarked, standing up from the couch.

He stared at her as she stared right back at him. Though, their stares seemed to be holding two different emotions. Hers being one of irritation and anger while his was more of… a lust filled stare. Then she realized why he had that stare as he looked at her. Nyla looked down in

horror when she realized that she had come up to this strange man’s apartment with nothing covering her upper body but a tight tank top that really did her boobs a favor. Like damn, they really looked good if she did say so herself. But that wasn’t the point. Nyla crossed her arms as she took a step forward.

“I’m Donnie.”

“Your real name?” Nyla scoffed.

“Donnie ain’t real enough for you?” He asked.

Nyla sighed as she stared at her nails out of boredom. “Donovan? Donald? Stop me when I’m getting closer.” She said.

“Adonis.”

“Way cuter than anything I said.” Nyla hummed. “I’m Nyla Gaines; your very generous neighbor.” She said.

“Generous?” Adonis asked, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled.

“I’m not cursing your ass out for waking me up. Twice. Take that as nothing but generosity.” Nyla told him.

“I’m grateful for it.” Adonis said.

“Wise choice.”

Nyla brushed past him, making eye contact the entire time, as she walked towards the door, stopping when he touched her arm. “You right below me?”

“Apartment B7. Which is exactly why I could hear your footsteps jumping around.” She told him

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Adonis nodded.

“Mhm. See you around Adonis.” Nyla said. “Welcome to Philly by the way.”

“How you know I’m not from here?” Adonis asked her.

Nyla snorted as she opened the door, giving him a look over her shoulder as she said, “I know everything boo.”

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“I was so mean last night, Bi. I don’t like myself when I’m tired.” Nyla said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Nyla had a mini self crisis as she stood in her best friend, Bianca’s, apartment. She had woken up, fully rested after Adonis listened to what she had told him, and felt bad for the way that she handled his nosiness. She didn’t like being mean. It made her feel all… icky. So as a way to apologize for being an asshole, she had rushed to make Adonis a cake so he could have something to eat for the next few nights. Because he surely didn’t have much besides cereal in that wack ass apartment— totally not her judging though.

“He woke you up twice and you had work. If anything, I’m sure you weren’t mean enough.” Bianca scoffed.

“I know, I know, but still, I feel bad. Being a bitch isn’t the best first impression.” Nyla stated, carefully scraping the excess icing off of the cake.

Bianca looked at her friend as she walked into the kitchen, amusement written all over her face. “So… you’re made him a cake?” She asked.

“Duh ho!” Nyla said. “You think he’s home?” She wondered.

“He ain’t got no life from what I can tell. Just to the gym and back.” Bianca shrugged.

“Great!” Nyla chirped. “Cause it’s done and I need to have him like me immediately.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Everyone in this building likes me, and I can’t risk losing that achievement.” Nyla said as if it was obvious.

“You worry too much, girl.” Bianca chuckled.

“And you don’t worry enough.” Nyla remarked. “Now wish me luck.”

“Wear a condom.” Bianca said, waving her hand dismissively as she walked back to her piano.

Nyla snorted as she scooped up the cake pan in her hands, shaking her head in amusement. “Oh my God, you’re sick in the head.”

Nyla walked out of Bianca’s apartment, heading up to the floor that Adonis lived on. She really did hope he was home. It would be a waste of her time if he wasn’t, and she hated wasting her time. Thankfully though, when she knocked on his door— very gently compared to how she did the night before— he opened it almost instantly. Clearly he wasn’t doing nothing much with his time. Not that she was judging him for not having a job or anything. Totally not.

“Adonis.”

Adonis smirked as he took in Nyla’s appearance. He didn’t expect to see her at his apartment door again, especially if he wasn’t making any noise, but he wasn’t upset by the pleasant surprise. She looked good. Extremely good. Better than she did when he first saw her. She looked way more put together in the middle of the day than she did at 1 am. He would’ve been fine admiring her forever, like he was planing to, if she didn’t clear her throat to get his attention saying. He smacked himself mentally when he realized that he was staring, realizing that he probably seemed like some creepy ass dude.

“Nyla Gaines.” Adonis said, nodding at her.

A sort of her felt special that he remembered her last name as well, but then again, it was only last night. “About last night—“

“You cool,” Adonis said. She could see a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face as he looked at her cake. “That for me?” He asked her.

“Hope you like chocolate.” Nyla grinned, holding it out for him to take.

“Who don’t like chocolate?” Adonis scoffed.

Nyla snorted as he took the pan from her. “I knew I liked something you.” She smirked.

She turned around, prepared to head back to her apartment now that she apologized for her wrongs. But his voice stopped her before she could even take a step.

“Where you think you going?” He asked her, beckoning her over to him when she turned to look at him. “Come on in.”

#adonis creed #adonis creed x reader #halle bailey #michael b jordan #fanfic #fanfiction #creed #creed 3 #creed 2 #ariel #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023

[dashhoney25]

SB: eighteen

ADONIS

I followed Tasha out the door, calling her name repeatedly. “Tash, Tash!” I chanted. For her to be on the short side, her little legs could move. She picked up the pace, briskly walking. As we made it into the parking lot, I jogged to her car, and stood in front of the door on the driver’s side.

Seeing me in the distance, she rolled her eyes and turned around to face the condo, she slowly began to walk towards the building. “Don’t… don’t go back inside” I called out. She was annoyed and frustrated. I know… I just couldn’t let her leave me like this. I can’t go back home having this on my conscience like this. My heart is heavy, and my emotions are high. Natasha turned around, and I stood there watching her walk closer to me as I caught my breath. We locked eyes as she stood a few feet away from me with her arms folded.

“Move, Adonis. I need to go” Natasha commanded. “Not like this. You shouldn’t drive angry” I interjected. She scoffed and walked closer to me. Standing in front of me, Natasha and I locked eyes, “If you don’t move, I will scream bloody murder in this got damn parking lot” she threatened. I closed the distance between us as I towered over her, “And if you try it, I will yoke your lil ass up in this car” I chastised as my jaw clenched, feeling myself getting angry.

Natasha’s facial expression softened, even in anger, I knew I could make her come undone. She swallowed and tears formed in her eyes. “I would really like to go home. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I need to fill this prescription—” I interrupted her by pulling her into a tight hug, she sobbed into my chest.

“Tash, is this going to hurt the baby?” I questioned as I ran my fingers through her hair. Tasha pulled away and looked at me. “Will what hurt the baby?” she asked. “The medicine” I asked. Tasha shook her head. “It shouldn’t. Dr. James said that I would be fine” she replied. I nodded my head in agreement, “Could you speak with the pharmacist when you drop off the prescription, just to be sure?” I questioned sympathetically. A scowl formed on Natasha’s face as she wiped her tears. “Why the fuck do you care if the medicine will harm the baby?! You’re the reason why I’m taking this medicine!” Tasha fussed. “I’m telling you, I didn’t give you chlamydia” I exclaimed as I whispered chlamydia. “I don’t want anything interfering with the birth of my child!” I argued back, turning her face towards mine.

Natasha pulled away. “Donnie, I’m not gonna go back and forth with you on if this child is yours or not” she huffed, putting her hair into a ponytail. I pulled her by her waist with one arm, pulling her close to me. She didn’t fight me at all. We were body to body at this point, and I held her waist with both hands on each side. I stared into her dark eyes, she tried her best to not make contact, but I knew the calmness of my voice, and my touch would get her. “Believe me when I say I didn’t do this to you. I know I fucked up, but I wouldn’t hurt you like this. Whether this is my child or not, I want you to have a safe delivery, and welcome a healthy baby boy or baby girl.” I expressed.

Since Natasha pulled away from my attempt at lifting her chin to mine, I got closer to her, making my face meet her gaze. I licked my lips before speaking as my hands still rested on her waist. “I’ll always fuck with you Tasha, you got my heart for life, whether it’s my child or not. I won’t stop fucking you; we may be on a break right now, but Jermaine and Mercedes won’t ever come in between us. You know that just as well as I do” I cooed in a low baritone, as her eyes never left mine. The solemn look in her eyes, and the puffiness in them told me everything I needed to know, I was right.

I’m not done with her, I don’t ever want to be done with her. I never want her to leave my life. A baby, nor a marriage, or this fictional shit that she got going on with Jermaine could never change what we have. This shit is messing with me internally, not knowing who could’ve done this to her, and she thinks that I gave her this infection. I had to take her mind off, and keep her in the moment. I had to take my mind off, and assert my dominance. I took the opportunity to place a soft kiss against her lips.

Without any resistance, Natasha followed my lead and deepened the kiss as I pulled her closer to me. I bit and sucked on her bottom lip passionately as I ran my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. She held onto me tightly, I could feel her coffin shaped nails tracing my back through my shirt, as low moans escaped her lips. I palmed her ass, cupping it gently as a low growl escaped my lips in between kisses. Her fingers trailed my biceps and down to my forearms, she broke the kiss and glared at me as a tear trailed from her left eye as she held onto my wrists.

“I have to go” she said lowly as she broke gaze. “I… I love you Natasha” I let out as my voice quivered as I felt tightness in my chest. Natasha nodded her head in agreement, and put her hand on the door handle. I stepped to the side as she unlocked her door. She looked at me once more, before getting into her vehicle. I kissed her forehead. “Goodbye Tash” I said to her before leaving.

 NATASHA

Pulling out of the parking lot of Adonis’ condo, I felt numb. The manipulation was real, it was suffocating, it was soft, sensual, and utterly wrong. I had no feeling in me, except a tingle that rushed through my body. I couldn’t wrap my head around how I went from being so angry at Adonis that I wanted to break it off, to hearing the diagnosis play back in my head, to 2     giving Adonis a piece of my mind and leaving, and then… being chased into the parking lot, only to be weak in the knee for the very human being that has me in this predicament.

I couldn’t go home like this in a state of mixed emotions. I decided to call Audrey, it’s been a minute since we’ve spoken, and I needed to get this off my chest.  The phone rang a few times before she picked up, “Hey Tash, what’s up?” Audrey answered. “Hey Audrey…” my voice trailed off as I heard her voice. “Ar…are you busy?” My voice quivered as my mind began to wander. Audrey’s voice went from cheerful to concerned. “I’m just sitting with Tae watching the game, are you okay girl?” she asked. I exhaled heavily as I felt tears forming in my eyes. I shook my head, “Not really. C-Can you come by?” I stammered, trying to fight back tears. “Girl forget Tae. I’ll pick up some food for us, I’ll be there in 30. Can you hold on until then?” Audrey asked. “Okay, thank you” I said tearfully. “I’ll see you when I get there” Audrey said before hanging up.

I exhaled deeply and held onto the wheel tightly as I approached a stoplight. I really needed to get this off my chest, and I didn’t need any judgment. I really hope that Audrey makes it in time before King gets back from running errands. I want Audrey’s honest perspective before speaking with King so that I know how to approach the situation. Cheating on King was one thing, but to become pregnant WITH chlamydia is another. The feeling of guilt overcame me as I was interrupted by loud horn.

Snapping back into reality, the light was green and angry drivers began to go around me aggressively. “Yo, chill the fuck out!” I yelled angrily as I pulled off down the road. I drove to the pharmacy and pulled into the parking lot. I grabbed my purse and walked inside. I decided to take a stroll down the baby aisle to price a few items until I mustered the courage to drop my prescription off at the pharmacy counter. I picked up a pack of sensitive baby wipes when my phone began to ring. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that King was calling. “This is unexpected” I thought to myself before answering the phone.

“Hey King?” I answered awkwardly. “Tash, I was just calling to check on you. I haven’t heard from you since breakfast. How did things go with Dr. James?” King asked in a cheerful tone. I gulped hard as I looked around the store and exhaled heavily. “Tash?” King questioned my silence. “Honey I’m sorry, there’s a lot going on in this store. Can we talk when I get home? I know you’re out running errands” I exaggerate before hanging up the phone quickly before putting it in my purse. I clutched the baby wipes to my chest as I felt hot tears stream my eyes. I’m not ready to talk to Jermaine, I don’t want to lose him… not like this. I put the pack of baby wipes back, and I quickly left the pharmacy. I’m not ready to drop the prescription off and have the conversation with the pharmacist. I’m not ready to be judged by this diagnosis. I need a minute before I do this… I’m sure the baby can wait just one more day. I need to process. I need a moment to myself before telling Jermaine, confidently, because right now, I’m a wreck.

 ADONIS

The last kiss to her forehead, and the look in Tasha’s eyes played in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about her as I drove home. I missed being in her presence already, looking into her brown eyes knowing that she longed for me. I missed the softness of her lips, the curves of her hips, and the way she made me feel. I know that our connection is strictly physical, but I want to break that barrier and take it to a mental level with her. I want to be there for her in more ways than I’ve ever been, more than what I’ve ever wanted. I want to show her that I can be the father that she’s always wanted me to be for our child. I want to be that full-time lover for her, I want to provide for our growing family.

I just can’t let go of Mercedes. I know it hurts for Natasha to hear me mention her name, and I can’t blame her. It hurts me when Natasha says that she’ll raise our child by herself. I’m not happy at home, but its better than being alone. I can’t trust that Tasha will leave that nigga, and… I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough for her. All the things that I want to be for her, HE’s already giving it to her. He’s giving her the monogamy that she craves, the security that she needs in that big ass house of theirs, and he knows her intimately—that goes beyond sex.

There’s still a sense of uncertainty in her relationship with Jermaine – ME! Why am I the one that she craves when he’s around? Why is it that I’m able to take her places that he can’t sexually? Why do I get the softer, submissive side of her? Or have I been reduced to nothing more than her ‘sneaky link’ that she just so happened to fall in love with?

The night that Tasha and I met at the club, Mercedes was away on a business trip. Mercedes and I had been on rocky terms within our arrangement, and I needed some time to myself. The night that I saw Natasha, I knew that I had to have her. From that moment on, I couldn’t let her go even though I knew from the jump that it could be nothing more. I was wrong for bringing her home to the bed that I shared with Mercedes, but I just couldn’t help myself in the moment.  I became addicted, and the more I saw her, the further I strayed from Mercedes. Me being a man of my word is what got me into this mess, and as easy as it sounds to just leave, I can’t.

Mercedes caught me at a time where I was envious of my brother Erik. Erik has a career in law enforcement, and he always bragged about the women and power that he holds due to his career. There was this one woman that he always referred to as “T”, or the “one that got away” due to his trysts with women. He dated her for 3 years, but he wasn’t ready to commit. He let his selfishness get in the away, and T got tired of it. Apparently, he learned his lesson and settled down with his wife Alexis.

As for me, I wanted to experience that love that Erik shared with T and I thought that I would find it in Mercedes. I had made a bad deal with the previous owners of the gym that my brother helped me fund and I was in a tight spot. I had to resort to some things that I wasn’t proud of, and I never told my brother because I didn’t want him involved. Doing my thing in the streets and briefly working as an escort on the side, that’s when I met her, in the parking lot of the Ritz Carlton. Mercedes was beautiful; she had an unforgettable presence about her. She told me she was in town for a few days, and that she was a director on the road. After a few drinks in the hotel lobby, she convinced me to stay the night with her in the presidential suite. The morning after, she asked me what I did for a living, I told her I owned a business and dabbled in providing pleasure on the side, and she knew exactly what I meant. She didn’t shy away from my honesty, it intrigued her actually. This encounter was off the record, so I didn’t charge her at all for my time. She told me that she wanted me all to herself and wrote me a check for $10k. From then on, I promised her that I would make her time worthwhile, and I convinced her to invest in my gym. From that moment on, we embarked on a relationship shortly after that night and the rest was history. I felt indebted to her.

I never told Erik how I got out of the bad business deal to save my gym. I paid Erik back the money that he invested, and I became the sole owner of CREED-GYM. This was a pride thing for me, and an insecurity of mine that I wasn’t the breadwinner in the relationship. For awhile I lost my sense of self, and I felt like I needed other women around to fill that void. The arrangement for Mercedes and I worked for a long time, especially since she was always away on the road and she had needs that needed to be met. I couldn’t get on a plane to see her, and be at her every beck and call, I had a business to run. On some real shit though, I knew that she wanted more. I wasn’t ready to give her that, and though I paid Mercedes back for the investment, she refused to take my money. I desperately wanted that burden off me, but she believed in me and held me down and never tried to change me. If anything, she loved me in spite of my lifestyle and she didn’t care about spending money on me.

Meeting Tasha put a lot into perspective for me, she didn’t want anything from me, I didn’t expect anything from her. Mercedes wanted to help, and I couldn’t turn down a life-changing opportunity. I didn’t use Mercedes, I gave her the $10k experience that she paid for, and in return, she invested in me, and we fell for one another in the process. However, when I met Tasha, I knew that something was missing, the way that I felt when I was around her was indescribable. Tasha makes me feel wanted and desired, I love how she looks at me. She loves me for who I am and not my potential, and all she wants is me. Even though our time spent is mostly intimate, I learn something new about her, watching her unravel and bless me with the most gracious parts of her let’s me know that I’m worthy of her. Maybe this is what Erik felt like when he met “T”, like a changed man, who wanted to do more than what he's ever done for a woman in his life. Not tryna like a simp but, I want to give Tasha more than what she’s given me, and I don’t want her to feel taken for granted anymore. I don’t want to fathom the thought of losing her—for real… forever.

 **

I returned home to find Mercedes cleaning up the kitchen in a short, sleeveless, romper that hugged her petite frame in all the right places. She stopped wiping the countertops and greeted me. “Hey baby, how did things go at the gym?” she asked with a peck to my lips. “Everything was fine” I replied. Mercedes noticed the stale expression on my face, “Something bothering you?” she asked taking my hand, getting closer to me to close the gap between us. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that I had when I walked in the door.

I shook my head, “Just think I need to lay down Merc” I say looking away. A confused expression appeared on her face. She rubbed my forearms reassuringly, “Do you want to talk about it?” she questioned with a soft voice. I looked down at her and lifted her chin to meet my gaze. I pulled her into a kiss and held her close to me. I broke the kiss and rested my nose against hers, “I think I’ll be okay, just let me rest” I replied placing a soft tap to her ass.

 I went upstairs to our bedroom and stripped down to my boxers to relax. I got in bed, and I felt this strong urge to investigate this situation with Natasha. I unlocked my phone and began to educate myself on chlamydia. I wanted to know the symptoms, medication and treatment options, and how it affects men and women differently. I’ve learned that some individuals don’t have symptoms. Men can experience discharge and pain. Women can experience painful urination and pain during intercourse. Doxycycline or Azithromycin can be used to treat the infection, but if ignored it can cause further complications in women. “Shit!” I said to myself. What if Tasha found this out when she found out that she was pregnant? That’s probably how the doctor found this out when running tests to ensure she was indeed pregnant.

“Hey babe?” Mercedes yelled from downstairs. I locked my phone and rolled my eyes. “What’s up?” I shouted back. “Can you come here?” she asked. I sighed and snatched the covers from my body, “What the fuck” I mumbled to myself. I headed downstairs and rubbed my eyes in frustration. I stretched and let out a yawn as I reached the bottom of the staircase. “What you want?” I asked Mercedes as I watched her set out pots and pans on the stove. “Were you asleep? I’m sorry” she said slickly as she admired my physique. “I didn’t mean to disturb you” she said as she took my hand and sat me down at the island and straddled me. She spoke in a sultry tone, “I wanted to make your favorite steak with mash potatoes tonight and have a candle lit dinner. I was thinking maybe we could continue to ‘practice’ on making a baby”. She placed kisses down my neck and removed the straps of her romper. Mercedes pulled me into a passionate kiss as I gripped her lower half roughly, slapping her ass. “I can get a late start on dinner” she whispered in my ear as she dragged her tongue down the side of my earlobe.

Damn she’s been on one lately, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty with Natasha. I picked Mercedes up and kissed her slowly as I walked us to the couch. Placing her on the couch, I watched as she removed her romper swiftly. My kisses trailed from her lips to her chest, leaving hickeys as I held onto her waist. A low grunt left my lips as my nails dug into her thighs. Mercedes and I locked eyes, and I couldn’t get the image of me having Natasha on the island today out of my mind. My eyes widened as I shook my head to get the image out of my head. I felt a tight feeling in my chest as I moved away from Mercedes. I retreated to the floor and glared at Mercedes’ naked body. Just from the looks of this angle, it really made everything worse. All I saw was Natasha’s lower half with her baby bump… my baby in her. Mercedes got out off the couch and crawled towards me, like an animal in heat, she pulled me into a kiss and straddled me. “I know you not running from me” she said seductively.

I broke the kiss and stroked her hair from her face. “Babe when I said I needed a minute alone, I meant it. I don’t want to give you no whack dick right now. Not like this” I replied nervously, trying to get myself together mentally. Mercedes sighed and I could see her nose twitch as it began to turn red. “Bae” I said as I attempted to turn her face to me as she snatched away from me. She got up and put on her romper. I got up and wrapped my arms around her and held her from behind. “I’m sorry” I reassured as I kissed her neck. “Can you fold the laundry and start the next load for me?” she asked dismissively. She escaped my embrace and wiped her eyes before disappearing to the bathroom.

I didn’t want to be intimate with Mercedes at all. But, I had to play the game with her to appease her. I couldn’t get Natasha off my mind and it’s getting harder for me to hide my true feelings for her. I unloaded the clothes from the dryer and put them into the laundry basket. I took them upstairs to our bedroom and I began to fold them. Mercedes and I didn’t believe in gender roles, we believed in serving each other and getting the job done. I placed the folded underwear into the drawer, I came across a bottle. I pulled it out and found a prescription vial that read: “Mercedes Smith: Doxycycline 100mg, Take 1 tablet by mouth twice a day for 7 days. Quantity 14”.

 MERCEDES

Adonis has been acting strange lately since we’ve made up. I don’t know what’s bothering him and I can’t put my finger on it. It’s like, he doesn’t look at me the same way that he used to. The other night, when he apologized for putting his hands on me, he hadn’t made love to me like that in a while. That night, I was over the moon, I felt like I had my man back. The way he touched me, showed appreciation to my body and loved on me all night, I couldn’t get enough!

This morning, we enjoyed laying up together, just enjoying each other’s company, when out of the blue, he got a call from work. Ever since he came home from work today, he just hasn’t been the same, and I’m worried. I make these elaborate plans for a candle lit dinner, and I throw myself at him to get some dick before dinner and he just stops and stares at me; and tells me that he “can’t” do this because he ‘needs a minute alone’. What is it that’s weighing so heavy on him that he can’t talk to me about it?

I gathered my thoughts as I poked at the softened potatoes that boiled in the pot. I pre-heated the oven and I pulled the marinated steaks from the fridge. I grabbed my cast iron skillet and placed it on the stove eye, turning it on I dropped a pad of butter inside to melt.

I walked into the living room to check my phone when my shirtless husband came downstairs hastily. “Everything okay?” I asked putting my phone down. Adonis was silent; his facial expression was very stern. He pulled a small bottle out of his shorts pocket and placed it on the island, “What the fuck is this?” he questioned, “Babe it’s just a”—Adonis turned the bottle around and I could see the prescription label on the bottle, my doxycycline. I felt my stomach drop to my ass, and I took a step back from island and looked away. “Answer me!” Adonis yelled, slamming his fist on the island to get my attention. “It’s medicine!” I argued back. Adonis walked around the island and got in my face towering over me, I stared at his feet avoiding eye contact. I felt like a dog with my tail tucked between my legs. Adonis gripped my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t play dumb with me Merc, what the fuck is this medicine for?!” Adonis asked gruffly through gritted teeth.

I snatched my face from his grip as I backed against the wall, Adonis got closer to me, I stepped to the side and he grabbed me by the wrist, “I’m asking you nicely to talk to me, I’m trying to be an adult about this” he pleaded. I looked down at my wrist and Adonis let go. I was afraid of what he might do, I’ve seen him angry, but never like this. I let out a deep breath and took a step back from Adonis. “It’s an antibiotic for treatment” I said lowly. Adonis’ facial expression read annoyance filled with anger. I felt the pressure to come clean and I was so ashamed. Tears swelled in my eyes, “It’s an antibiotic…For chlamydia” I said above a whisper. With one swift motion Adonis grabbed my neck, yoked me up against the wall, pinning me there forcefully. “Mercedes no! You.. fucking had chlamydia? How?! You fucking cheated on me?!” He said through gritted teeth, fighting back the tears that formed in his eyes. I held his wrist as I tried to pull back against him, I hit my head against the wall harshly. “Shit!” I yelled out in pain. “Answer me!” Adonis yelled as he thrusted me against the wall with a tighter grip around my neck.

“You’re hurting me!” I struggled to let out, trying to catch my breath. Adonis loosened his grip on my neck letting me go, I held my neck and struggled to breathe. “BITCH!” Adonis yelled as he stood in front of me, plunging his right fist into the wall to block me from moving, while his left hand blocked the other side,  boxing me in. “I said answer me”, his eyes never left my gaze. I could see the anger in his tear-stained eyes. I was trembling with fear, I had never seen him like this. “I-I-I had it for about two months” I stammered in fear. “I thought that I had a bad UTI.. a yeast infection of some sort and—” “TWO MONTHS?! We’ve been fucking married for 3 months Merc! How could you possibly think that it was a yeast infection?! MERC!” Adonis yelled in my face. I placed my hand on his chest, Adonis’ swatted my hand away, “Don’t fucking touch me!” he said backing away. “Who was he? Are you still seeing him?” he questioned?

 ADONIS

“I’m not seeing Grant anymore!! I… I should’ve cut it off a long time ago--” she exaggerated tearfully. I interrupted her immediately, “But two months ago Merc? We’re fucking married! Anytime you feel like you may have a “womanly disturbance” You tell me! But you kept this shit from me! You fucking this nigga raw and you brought that shit home to me, in our bed, knowing you were fucked up down there! So what made you go get checked? When the shit didn’t go away?!” I questioned angrily. She looked at me with tearful eyes and embarrassment. “Yes” she said sadly.

I grabbed her by both arms and looked at her intently. I shook my head in disgust as I bit my bottom lip, “You really had me fucking you raw, eating your pussy, and this whole fucking time you thought you were going through “womanly disturbances " and turns out you had chlamydia?! How fucking selfish do you have to be Mercedes?! I’m the most understanding man ever, and I wouldn’t dare trip about not getting any from you!” I explained. “Don’t do that!” Mercedes interjected! “If at any time I didn’t give you what you wanted, you always left me or you threw it in my face about who you could screw and how other women would be glad to have your dick! Donnie don’t try to act like you’re so perfect! Nigga you do your dirt too!” She yelled in my face waving her index finger at me like a gun, getting ratchet with me. This girl is a trip if she think she can bruise my ego. “You sit up here and pressure me to have a threesome, I go through with it just for you. I put up with your shit, I made you who you are today! You were nothing but a gym rat who almost had to file for bankruptcy and a fucking escort!! Mercedes yelled getting in my face.

“You’re the stupid ass bitch who paid $10k for this dick!” I shot back, pushing her into the wall, causing her to fall to the ground. Mercedes mouth fell agape and her facial expression grew cold. Anger filled her eyes as I got down on bended knee to her level staring her down, “I paid for you to get out of the streets. I wanted better for you, I believed in you! Don’t you ever disrespect me!” she spoke sharply. Mercedes’ hand swatted against my face and I picked her up and threw her onto the couch in the living room, I got on top of her and pinned her down. “Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on me you grimey bitch! You fucked around me on me and did this shit to me! Yet you want me to give you a fucking child?! You walking around here doing childish shit like this?! But you want me to be grateful for the fact that ‘you’ took me off the streets?! BITCH I AM THE STREETS!!” I yelled in her face putting my hands around her neck. “How fucking could you Merc?!” With a scrunch in her nose and a scowl on her face, Mercedes managed to spit in my face to get me off of her as she escaped from the couch.

I clenched my jaw at the thought that, that was some disrespectful shit that she just did, and she knows it. She fuckin spit in my damn face! I wanted to hurt her in the same way that she hurt me, selfishly, with no regard for others. I went upstairs to the bedroom and I found Mercedes sitting on the edge of the bed with a knife. “This how we doing things now Merc?” I asked gruffly. My bottom lip was wedged between by teeth, staring at her sitting there calmly with this cute ass pocket knife in her hand. Mercedes was on edge and full of adrenaline, her right hand shook as she held the knife. “Stay the fuck back Adonis” she warned as I walked into the bedroom.

“I’m not going to hurt you” I professed as I held my hands up in surrender, walking towards her. She eyed me angrily as I bent down to her level, sitting on the floor a few feet away from her. Her hands continued to shake nervously with the knife. I could see the fear and sadness in her tear stained face. “Merc” I said lowly. “I’m sorry” I said looking into her eyes sincerely. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I’m just..”-- “This isn’t the first time that you’ve put your hands on me Adonis!” Mercedes interjected sharply. I dropped my head in disappointment, “I know and—” “And this is inexcusable! How do you expect for me to trust you?” Mercedes questioned.

 I glared at her and got up from the ground, “You wanna talk about trust?” I questioned with a furrowed brow. “I’m not the one bringing home chlamydia and not telling my partner about it! I’m not still keeping up this dumb ass arrangement that YOU started!” I blamed angrily. “You really thought it was okay to not tell me that you had chlamydia! I don’t want a foundation like this, nor do I want to try for a child and you doing shit like this” I profess. Mercedes stood up and stared in my eyes with remorse, “I said that I was sorry Donnie. I got the necessary treatment that I needed, just to make sure that I wouldn’t pass it onto you” she reassured.

I looked away from her as I watched the knife fall from her hand. “I’m sorry that I spit in your face, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about Grant –” “If you didn’t catch chlamydia, were you going to continue seeing him?” I questioned sincerely. Mercedes sighed as uneasiness crept to her face, “I don’t know” she said lowly, “It isn’t fair to continue to lie, but, honestly, Adonis, I can’t say if I would or wouldn’t continue seeing him had this not happened. What was I supposed to do when you would leave me here alone at night? Turn me down when I wanted you, refuse to spend time with me and just “keep” your word with marrying me just to appease me? Adonis I have feelings and needs just like you do. I put this arrangement in place because I knew that I couldn’t be what you needed at the time that we met, and I wanted to make things easier for us until I was ready to come home and commit—” “And when you did come home, I kept my promise of marrying you. I told you that I would do it” I argued.

“And I never felt like I truly had you Adonis!” Mercedes admitted, getting upset. “You paid me back for the investment, we had our engagement party, and even then, the night before, I was away on business. I only agreed to keep the engagement party, because I wanted to save face. Adonis, we’ve been rocky for a long time!” Mercedes confessed. “Then why still pressure me into marrying you if you’re not happy?!” I questioned, “Why keep me here if you don’t want to make it work?!” I questioned angrily, feeling my emotions getting the best of me. “I never had the chance to tell you how I felt because you’d always run away from me! There was always something that had to be done at the gym, something had to be taken care of with your brother Erik, or there was a business conference going on! Don’t bullshit me! Grant was just something to take the pain away because I felt like I was losing you. When I was having problems down there, I didn’t know how to tell you because… you and I hadn’t been intimate for quite some time and I knew that if I did tell you there would be a possibly that I’d risk losing you… forever. I thought that if I could handle this situation myself then maybe we could start fresh, and actually start living like a married couple.” Mercedes said taking my hand, sitting me on the bed.

I pulled my hand away from her, and I scooted away. I didn’t know she felt that way, and I was doing a pretty shitty job of keeping myself available to her to keep her off my tail. I sighed. “I wish that you would’ve been honest with me, before it got that far. You asked me to be up front with you and marry you and I kept my word” I reminded. “Donnie, you’re sneaky… I know you didn’t give up outside pussy cold turkey. I know that there’s other women. Unfortunately, I was the one who got caught. I have to own up to that. I know that I’m wrong for starting this whole arrangement, but you have to take accountability and admit that you’re not the innocent one here either. I know you’ve been sleeping around on me, with multiple women.” Mercedes edged on. The tightness in my chest grew the more she spoke. I could take her saying that I’ve been with multiple women, but I’d never let her know that I got her best friend pregnant. For as long as I can withstand, I’ll play my part as the dutiful husband, and deny, Deny, DENY!

 I glared at Mercedes and sighed. “This isn’t about what drove you to do what you did. It’s about you being honest with me about a life altering decision.” I laid on the bed and stared at the mirror on the ceiling, staring back at the both of us. “I haven’t been in a great place with you because I’ve been feeling a disconnect. I haven’t been running to other women, but marriage is scary Merc. I’ve been feeling out of place ever since I found out that my brother got married and got that law enforcement promotion. As much as you’ve supported me, you never took my money and for awhile I felt like I was indebted to you. Even though you never made me feel that way, that burden weighed on me the more you pressured me for marriage. I married you because I wanted to know how my brother felt, I wanted to share his happiness. He always talked about this woman who got away, but seeing him with Alexis, I knew he was truly happy; and I wanted that for myself. I’ve been stressed out at work, I tell you that I just want some alone time, and here you go pressuring me for sex. I go along with the shit for a minute, but I stop you because I’m really not in the headspace for sex. You catch an attitude. You ask me to fold clothes for you, I do it. I put your shit away, and look what I find? A prescription bottle of whoop ass with your name on it.” I say sitting up. I move closer to her on the bed and we lock eyes “How do you think I’m supposed to feel Merc? You’ve been pressing me for a damn baby, and you pop up with chlamydia, you’ve been sleeping with me and having me do all this sexual shit for you and you hid this from me?!”

My vision blurred as I felt my eyes glossing over and my nose twitch as it turned red, (I had to sell this shit, to get her mind off the infidelity accusation) “As a man, and as your husband, I’m ashamed, I’m embarrassed, I don’t… I don’t know if I feel comfortable calling you my wife right now” I admit. I removed the wedding band from my finger and placed it on the bed. I walked out of the bedroom and disappeared to the garage. I hate to say this, but I can imagine how that nigga Jermaine felt when he found out about me and Tasha in their bed. As much as I played on her emotions, all I could think of was Tasha and how this is hurting her. I wonder if she’s told Jermaine, would he react the way that I did? Would he call it off with Tasha?

 NATASHA

I arrived home to find Audrey’s car in the driveway. I walked into the house and called her for her, “Audrey?” I called out as I walked through the living room, and into the kitchen. “Audrey?” I said once more. I noticed that the kitchen door to the patio was open, “He always forgets to close this door” I remarked. As I went to close the door, I could hear laughter. I walked outside to find Audrey and King on the back patio laughing. “Tash!” King said happily pulling me into a hug. “I’ve missed you” he said placing a kiss to my cheek. “I got us some food, I figured you’d like Italian” Audrey said opening the big bag. “I… I thought you were out running errands” I said to King, looking puzzled.

King smiled, “I just came home to change clothes, I’ve been at the gym. I was just about to head out the door when Audrey showed up with food. She told me you were expecting her” “Yeah…” I said staring at him. I felt awkward seeing him, knowing that my heart was breaking as he smiled at me. I needed King to leave so that I could talk to Audrey in private, confidently.

Given the awkward energy that King and I have been experiencing since I’ve attempted to come onto him, while “purging” my feelings for Adonis by the pool the other night, I’m still uneasy about King being jolly and affectionate towards me. Honestly, King’s behavior is giving mixed signals, he knows that I want him, but I’d be doing myself a disservice by giving myself to him, knowing that I’m longing for the fullness of Adonis to cure this emptiness inside of me. I do love King, I really do, but the hold that Adonis has on me, it’s DEEP. The kiss that I shared with this man, had me rethinking my diagnosis, foregoing my initial reasons for coming to see him to confront him. Parts of me want to say “fuck his marriage”, take this medicine, and live this quiet life full of selfishness with him. But I have a conscience, I’m cheating myself of the love that I deserve, I’m robbing myself of the care that I long for in other areas that don’t consist of a sexual situation.

King gives me that security that I crave. King reassures me that I will be fine in his arms, and in his presence. King fucks me good, and loves me with every being in his body. King only has eyes for me, and has never made me question… even when he cheated on me with Korryn; I know that was purely out of revenge. This man would do anything for me, yet I’m content with stomping on his heart and he doesn’t deserve that, I don’t deserve him. I don’t want to let him go, because deep down in all of my wavering, I do want to do life with him. I want endless love, multiple kids, and this big house with him. As much as Adonis caters to me sexually, I can’t see Adonis giving me a life like this—I can’t see Adonis being that family man that would wait on me hand and foot, and instill morals and standards into our children. When it comes to King, I’m not settling, I just never explored sex with someone like Adonis and a part of me wants that with King, but I never want him to think that I’m missing sex with Adonis. I want to feel uninhibited with King, I want to give me every inch of me with my very being. But, because of what Adonis and I shared in King and I’s bed… sometimes I never know if we’ll ever recover from that—let alone Adonis’ existence in general because I know that King feels a way about Adonis having access to my body in such a compromising manner. Sometimes I wish that I could get inside King’s head, and just know a fraction of what he’s thinking when it comes to me. I know that I do love him, and I want to make this work, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to see this relationship through.

I took a seat at the table and pulled the boxes of food out of the bag. “I got your favorite, spaghetti” Audrey exclaimed. “Thank you” I said grabbing the forks out of the bag. I could feel eyes on me as I sat down and began eating. I looked at King who had his eyes on me, “Do you want a bite?” I asked as he was in a gaze. “No” King replied with a smile. Audrey was like a fly on the wall watching the two of us, “Tash, he wants you. He’s trying not to be extra in front of me, get up and see what he wants, I’m not going anywhere” she cooed happily. Honestly, I was really hungry, and wanted to enjoy my food and get this talk out of the way, but King was acting so weird around me, I needed to see what was up.

I got up from the table and took King’s hand as we walked into the kitchen, he closed the patio door behind us. I took a seat at the island and went straight to the point while King pulled up a chair to sit in front of me. “So what’s up? Why are you staring at me like this? The kiss on the cheek?” I questioned slightly aggressively. King’s jaw clenched as he was in deep thought. “I’ve been thinking” he stated he as he placed his hand on my thigh. “About?” I questioned with a  furrowed brow. “I haven’t been giving you much attention lately, I’ve neglected you actually… and I want to apologize.” King said looking at me sincerely. I felt caught off guard, so I looked at him like the Waka Flocka meme and just said “Okay” awkwardly, because I was hungry, and I really wanted that plate of spaghetti.

I got up from my seat, ready to go back to Audrey when King pulled me into his lap, causing me to straddle him. As our eyes were fixed on each other, King looked so peaceful, and I stared at him anxiously wondering why would he do this right now. His hands rested on my waist, I could feel his lower half pressed against me as he stared at me with longing eyes. King caressed the side of my face softly before pressing his plump pink lips against mine. This kiss was passionate, it was sweet, it was something that I haven’t felt in a long time. I cupped his face as my coffin shaped nails grazed his earlobe. A soft moan escaped my lips as my hands traveled to the back of his neck while his hands palmed my ass sensually. I didn’t know that I needed this kiss in this moment, but I’m so glad that he touched me. My body longed for him, I could feel my insides screaming as he caressed my back. Pulling away from King, I rested my nose against his, my mind went back to the intimate moment that I shared with Adonis in the parking lot. I rested my hand on King’s chest, “I needed this, I needed you” I sadly. “I’m sorry. I wanna make it up to you, when I get back. I want to talk about everything. I’m sorry that I’ve been cold towards you. I –” I pulled King back into a sensual kiss, and held onto him tightly. A tear rolled down my cheek as our faces were pressed against each other. King broke the kiss and wiped my tears, “You know we’re gonna be okay right?” he asked reassuringly. I nodded my head in agreement.

King placed a peck to my lips, “I’m gonna let you and Audrey have some time together. We’ll finish this when I get back?” King questioned. I got up from King’s lap and watched as he straightened the chairs. “I’m fine with that. Don’t be gone too long” I suggest. I pulled King into a hug and held him for a moment. He kissed my forehead. “I’ll see you when I get back. I love you” King promised. “I love you too, Jermaine” I reassured.

I left the kitchen and walked outside to the patio to talk with Audrey. I opened my box of spaghetti and began stuffing my face. “So what did King want?” she questioned. I slurped the noodles around my fork before speaking, “He just wanted to talk” I said. “Bitch, you’re glowing, did you get some dick?” Audrey inquired. We both laughed, “No… do you really think it would’ve been that quick?!.” I started off, “We just had a long overdue conversation that needed to happen” I stated before giving myself another forkful of spaghetti. “Mhmmmmm, whatever you say girl” Audrey teased. “Make this quick so that I can let you two have some alone time. What is it that you wanted to talk about?” Audrey questioned.

I wiped my mouth and sat back in my chair and glared at Audrey with uneasiness. “Girl….” My voice trailed off. “I’m in some deep shit” I stated, I began to look off into the backyard to distract myself from the topic of conversation. “Tash, what’s up? You sounded emotional over the phone” Audrey asked anxiously. I shook my head at the thought. “I got a disappointing call from the doctor today” I said feeling myself getting choked up.

 JERMAINE

It felt good to tell Natasha how I felt just to clear the air between us. I’ve been too hard on her, and I know she feels neglected. I know things haven’t been easy for her with this pregnancy, and our relationship has been pretty rocky lately, I don’t want her to feel like she’s being punished for being pregnant. We don’t know who the father is, but why put her through hell when she’s potentially carrying my child?

I’m far from selfish, and I have needs that want to be met just as well as she does, and I want to make good on being that comfort for her. It’s never just about sex for me, I want her to feel wanted, desired, and safe. I had a few items to pick up for the house, and I wanted to pick up some sparkling grape juice, and some chocolate covered strawberries for tonight. I’m planning for some intimate time for us, so that we can unwind and put some things behind us. I don’t want to feel like I’m living with a roommate, I wanna get back to loving my woman.

I grabbed my phone, and keys and I was ready to head out the door when I realized that I had forgotten my wallet. I walked around the house to retrace my steps when I was interrupted by a phone call. I took the call and stood by the kitchen door when I realized that I had taken my wallet outside when I was standing out on the patio talking to Audrey. I was into my phone conversation, but I could hear a bit of yelling going on. I told my homeboy that I would call him back, and I decided to listen in, but stay a distance away from the door so that I wouldn’t be seen.

“What did the doctor say?” Audrey asked. “I have chlamydia” Natasha confessed. “WHAT?!” Audrey yelled. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and I wanted to know the truth for myself. I quietly opened the door and closed it quietly so that they could continue talking. “How would you have gotten it? Have you talked to King?” Audrey asked. “ I haven’t, I wanted to talk to you first, because after the doctor called me, I went to talk to Adonis” Natasha stated. Audrey’s facial expression changed as she saw me walking up to the table in the distance. Her eyes had widened and Tasha questioned her, “Audrey what’s wrong?” Tasha asked as she turned around to see what Audrey was looking at.

 NATASHA

My stomach dropped to my ass as I saw King walking towards me. “Tash I’m gonna go now, I think that you and King should talk” Audrey said nervously as she stood up from her seat and grabbed her jacket out of the chair. “Audrey you can—” “I really don’t feel comfortable talking about this while King is here. I really think that this is a conversation that should be had without me. You two really need to talk!” Audrey emphasized while walking away from the table nervously, trying to avoid King at all costs. Audrey hastily left King and I, slamming the patio door on her way out. I gulped harshly and stared at King as he clenched jaw, He grabbed his wallet from the table and took a seat in front of me.

“You wanna tell me what I just heard?” King asked firmly. I scratched my head nervously, attempting to look confused, “I don’t know, how much did you hear?” I questioned sarcastically. By the look of King’s facial expression, he had enough of my antics. He exhaled deeply and rubbed his face in frustration, “The part where you failed to tell me that everyone knows that you have chlamydia, except me”. “Everyone doesn’t know King” I reassured, “I just—” “So if everyone doesn’t know, WHY DO TWO PEOPLE WHO DON’T PAY FUCKING BILLS HERE, KNOW ABOUT YOU HAVING A SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED INFECTION?” King asked as his voice raised at an octave, he stood from his seat pointing his finger in my face as he yelled.

I shielded my face and curled up into the chair trying to hide my face from him, “HUH?!” he yelled out of anger. “I don’t know” I mouthed as tears streamed my face. “Just because this bitch brought you food, that don’t mean she’s taking care of you! I AM! That nigga ain’t did shit for you, and you still running your lil ass over there and now look atcha, ya pussy fucked up! That nigga don’t “love” you!” King emphasized love with air quotes as he scolded me. “You don’t pay a damn thing in this motherfucker! I DO!” King expressed, hitting his chest. “I don’t ask you for shit! All I ask is that you keep me happy, keep us happy.. you can’t even do that right!” King said angrily, he picked up his chair and threw it across the yard, the chair landed into the pool.

I remained in my seat as I wiped my eyes thinking ‘What if this kid isn’t his? If he could pick up a chair and throw it into the pool, what would he do to me?’. “Jermaine, I’m sorry” I apologized as I got up and walked towards him. He was standing in front of the pool, watching the chair sink to the bottom. I took King’s hand reassuringly, I caressed the side of his face, causing him to look at me. He snatched himself away from me. “Baby, I was wrong. I should’ve came to you first, and I know it looks bad but—” King put his hand up, cutting me off. “Not right now Tash” King said as he walked away. I followed King into the house as he walked into the kitchen. “Are you going to let me apologize?!” I asked frustrated. King grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, “Say what you gotta say. I won’t be here when you wake up in the morning” King said nonchalantly taking a sip of water. I squeezed myself between King and the fridge just to get his attention, “What is that supposed to mean?” I questioned.

King ignored me and proceeded upstairs to the guest bedroom. I struggled to keep up with him and I called after him, “Jermaine!” I felt a bit winded and I stood at the threshold of the door, watching him grab a duffle bag from the closet. King placed the bag on the bed, and grabbed some clothes from the closet. I sat on top of the duffle bag that rested on the bed. “You’re not going anywhere” I said firmly with folded arms. “I can’t stay here” King replied shrugging his shoulders. “I’ve tried to explain myself Jerma—” “And I said I don’t want to hear it, King replied. He placed one hand on my thigh and used the other hand to pull the bag from underneath me. I grabbed his arm and we locked eyes. “Please” I pleaded with watery eyes. “This isn’t what you think that it is, and I’m sorry that I made it that way. Jermaine, just hear me out” I pleaded as I held onto his arm, clutching it. King sat beside me, he removed himself out of my grip. “Tash, I’m trying to be as calm as possible. I don’t want to say or do anything that I’ll regret. I’m not in the headspace to have this conversation.” King confessed. “I want to believe you, but I can’t do this right now. The longer that I stay, the longer you’ll continue to treat me this way” King said getting up to resume packing.

“So what are you saying?” I questioned. “I need space from this relationship Tasha” King said simply. He zipped his bag and walked into the bathroom to grab his toiletries. I got off the bed and I stood by the door. “I don’t want space” I whined, stopping him in his tracks. His tall frame towered over me as he refused to make eye contact with me as I looked up to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and stared at him as tears fell from my face. “You’ve been making a lot of decisions for this relationship, it’s time that I make some of my own” King stated as he tapped my arm, signaling for me to let go. I ignored his request. “All I want is you” I pleaded. “I don’t want him, this isn’t about him—” “It’s always been about him. You’ve never stopped messing with him. He’s the reason why I don’t sleep in our bed anymore. He’s the reason why Audrey left today, he’s the reason why I’m leaving you. I don’t want to be in a relationship that doesn’t include me Tasha. I have to protect me!” King exclaimed. “I have to do what’s best for me, and right now, this ain’t it. I don’t want a liar, I don’t want a cheater, and I sure as hell don’t want chlamydia” King expressed in a snarky tone. His course remark felt like a dagger to my heart. I let go of his waist, and I stepped aside as I watched him pack.

I walked downstairs to make myself comfortable on the couch, when King came downstairs with his bag in hand. As I watched tv, King walked into the living room and grabbed his keys off the table. “Don’t wait up” he stated. I got up from the couch, “How long will you be gone?” I asked. “I’ll be back when I’m ready to get the rest of my things” King responded. My heart dropped, sadness was written all over my face, “You don’t mean that” I argued, feeling defeated. “Just like you didn’t mean to cheat on me” King remarked as he turned on his heels. King threw his bag over his shoulder, and headed for the door, leaving me speechless.

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

I absolutely love Christmas. It's my favorite season all the way up to New Years, so I want to share that with y'all and I hope y'all enjoy it.

These are all imagines, drabbles, shorts, or one-shots that I'll be adding to this masterlist everyday.

If you wanna be tagged, let me know.

Toy Blitz | Adonis | Donnie needs to get Amara the perfect toy and no one's getting in his way.

New Me | MBJ | It's New Years and Mike is cleaning house of the negativity.

The Backcracker | John Clark | John and Cree get through the holidays together. He's also a chiropractor.

The Real Santa Stalker | Erik | Erik's child has beef with Santa Claus, so he has beef with Santa Claus.

Decorating with Preyy | Erik | Erik is trying to decorate the tree, but his pet keeps getting in the way.

Pink Tax | Damian | Damien comes to cash in on what his old friend still owes him and when he doesn't get it, he requests something else.

Pink Tax Bonus

Mars Odyssey | Atticus | Atticus wakes up on Mars and doesn't know how he got there.

Twas the Night | Chiron | Chiron stays up with his child on Christmas Eve.

Country Girl | Black | Gabriella moves to the city and meets a lot of difficulties, but she also meets Black.

Lights | Gabe Wilson | Gabe gets competitive with Christmas lights.

M'Baku's Christmas Proposal | M'Baku | M'Baku proposes on Christmas.

EXTRAS

Shuri Decorates for Riri

Play Christmas Bingo 🎄 I'd love to see if you actually got a bingo!

@dashhoney25 @lettidarawest @soufcakmistress @ljstraightnochaser @princessstevens @eye-raq @thiccdaddy-mbaku @destinio1 @iamrheaspeaks @hidden-treasures21 @bidibidibombaclaat @forbeautyandlife @blowmymbackout @misspooh @thotyana-in-this-hoe @purplehairgawdess @thegucciwaffle @goddessofthundathighs @nobodybaby93 @theegoldenchild @thadelightfulone @sultanabby @mysticalblackhottie @baekhyunbabybunni @fd-writes @richonne4life @tgigoldie @thehomierobbstark @capswife @blackpinup22 @harleycativy @lishabaybee @playgurlxoxo

#original #erik killmonger #chiron #moonlight chiron #adonis creed #john kelly without remorse #damian anderson #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #christmas fic #christmas fanfiction #nat love

[taint3dvirgin]

Just so we are clear, your ability to thirst after Jonathan Majors is not in-fucking-portant right now

Your ships or fanfics or thirsting abilities are literally nothing but parasocial bullshit and they don’t matter. Cope differently.

And who fucking cares how this situation might make Michael B Jordan feel?

Was Michael struck in the face and almost killed in the back of taxi? NO!! I don’t think he was.

We believe victims FIRST over here because of the statics. 

It’s an automatic BLOCK. If I see anyone being an abuser apologist or saying wait for more information or throwing a pity party for themselves or their faves over violence enacted against someone else.

Have a little decency. I know it’s getting harder and harder everyday.

#jonathan majors #creed 3 #michael b jordan #adonis creed #kang #marvel #creed fanfiction

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Sinner & Saint: Creed III Masterlist

Summary:

Damian Anderson returns to the streets of Los Angeles after being released from a long prison bid. Determined to land back on his feet, he seeks a second chance at life through boxing by showing up at the famous Delphi Boxing Academy to collect on a promise that was made to him by a former childhood friend, Adonis Creed...the man he went to prison for.

NSFW. 18+. Smut. Sports Violence.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

#Creed #Creed 3 #Creed III #Adonis Creed Fanfiction #Damian Anderson #michael b. jordan #jonathan majors #shannon thornton #Tessa Thompson #Rocky Balboa #Rocky #Uzumaki Rebellion #Uzumaki Rebellion Writes #I hate uzumaki rebellion

[woodsman2b]

I've been tagged by @my-haunted-heart and I thank you so much!

Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems”!

First things first, here's my page!

My most popular work is Olympic Triumphs. In this story, Alexios represents Sparta at the Olympics. The sports competition is an opportunity to reconnect with former lovers, eager to taste again the delights of love with the misthios turned athlete.

About hidden gems, are there really "gems" in my writing? I wouldn't know, and I wouldn't dare to say so myself!

Though if I had to choose, the first one that would come to mind is a two-part story: The Complaint of the Two Spartans and The Tale of the Underworld Lovers, a crossover of Assassin's Creed Odyssey and Hades Game. The whole series is called A Hellenic Untold Story. It follows the adventures of Deimos and Thaletas above ground... And under. It's one of my favorite works!

The second one would be Adonis Calling. It involves Alexios trying to save Adonis from his fate. This is such a rare pair! I wish more people wrote about the handsome god!

I tag @myriath!! You have marvelous stories to share, my dear!!

#art #fanart #fan art #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #archive of our own #ao3 #assassin's creed #assassin's creed odyssey #ac odyssey #hades game #alexios #thaletas #adonis #deimos

[imperfectlyxangelic]

This song as a series with either Erik or Adonis would be so dope.

It could be about a girl (at least 18) and her forbidden relationship with Erik or Adonis (at least early 20s) because her mother feels like he’s not good enough for her, he’s a gangster/drug dealer or whatever, he’s rumored to be involved with other women… etc, etc. but she continues to sneak around with him until her mother finds out and threatens to disown her unless she leaves him alone…

Somebody make this happen!!! Please!!!

#erik killmonger fanfiction #adonis creed fanfiction #I prefer it to be adonis because there aren’t many adonis fanfics out there #but I guess Erik is fine because I think that whole thing I came up with fits him more 🤷🏾‍♀️ #erik killmonger #adonis creed #adonis johnson fanfiction #adonis johnson #Spotify

[keiaira95]

I need more Bianca and Adonis on screen. Creed 3 was amazing. I just love them as a couple. No matter the challenge they make it work. Creed keeps upping the game for each movie. I'm excited for the next movie.

Where are the Creed Fanfiction????

#creed #biancaandadonis #Creed4andmore

[punishereditz]

Creed Masterlist

Playing Dirty (Smut)

#michael b jordan #michaelbjordan #adonis creed #creed #creed 3 #apollo creed #rocky #x reader #smut #smut fanfiction #smut fic #i need him

[americahasasuperstar]

Netflix & Chill

Adonis was cool peoples.

Of course, Nyla didn’t really have any worries that he wasn’t, but it was nice to confirm what she already thought.

Baking him a cake seemed to be the easiest way to get him to like her. Which she was grateful for because honestly, she didn’t care to do anything more to make him like if the cake didn’t work. She watched with an amused look on her face as he practically devoured the entire cake before him. She never understood how men could just eat so much and not gain a single pound. It made her wonder why they got that little superpower and not her.

He would take moments to stop eating to ask if she wanted any more than what she got or to tell her that she was a master at baking, which she surely appreciated. She was good with her one slice though, that was already too much sugar for her. 5 minutes had passed and it seemed like he was done eating for now. He only had like two slices left but she figured that he had ate enough to last him for the entire week, so she took it upon herself to grab the rest of the cake and put it in the fridge for him to eat later on.

“So, why move to Philly?” Nyla asked him as she closed the fridge after she placed the cake pan in there.

“Let’s just say I got some business to handle.” He shrugged.

“Oh, so you’re a dealer?”

“Girl what?” Adonis scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows at how she even came to such a conclusion. “No. Why you even guess that?” He asked.

“So… you’re a nigga with nowhere to go?” Nyla asked.

“Ain’t I just say I got shit to do here?”

“That’s what everyone says.” Nyla argued. “Truth is, nobody moves to Philly for anything other than the schools. It’s not like y’all aren’t aware of how dangerous it is.” She explained, shrugging her shoulders as she pushed her plate to the side.

“You not repping your city?” Adonis asked her.

“What’s there to rep? I’m leaving the moment I can.” She told him.

“Where to?”

“New Orleans maybe. Or maybe somewhere on the west coast. L.A. comes to mind.” Nyla said.

“I’ll take you one day.”

Nyla’s eyes lit up as she let out a cute little snort. “I knew you were from there!” She exclaimed.

“How?”

“I don’t know, you just give California. And I’m never wrong when reading someone’s vibe.” Nyla explained.

“Didn’t you just call me a drug dealer with nowhere to go?” Adonis asked her, amusement written on his face as she blushed out of embarrassment.

“I was simply asking.” She shrugged.

She walked around the counter, looking down at him as she stood by his side now. “So, what did you do before you moved?” She wondered.

“Boring ass office job.” Adonis muttered, clearly uninterested in talking about that aspect of his life.

“Oh yeah, that totally doesn’t seem appealing. I can barely stand still for more than 30 seconds.” Nyla chuckled.

“ADHD?”

“Nope. The will to explore.” Nyla grinned, placing her hand on her hip as she stopped by his side.

“How about you? What do you do?” Adonis wondered.

“I’m just your average waitress.” She shrugged.

“Doesn’t sound like much of a career to me.” He said.

“It’s a job. Not a career.” Nyla corrected him. “I’ll get started in my career soon though.” She said.

“What you thinking of?”

“Interior design.”

“Oh, that’s why you been disgusted and judging my empty ass apartment this whole time.” Adonis pointed out.

Nyla snorted as she hit his shoulder. “I have not been judging your place.” She giggled.

“You lying.”

“Am not!”

“Name three things in here you like then.” Adonis told her.

Nyla took a look around the very crappy— yet still beautiful in its own way— apartment for a few seconds. “Well, the cabinets are very evenly lined—“

“Don’t play in my face.” Adonis grinned.

“I’m not!” Nyla exclaimed. “The floors are nice. Love a good swept floor.” She told him.

“You really playing with me right now.” Adonis chucked, shaking his head in amusement as she rolled her eyes playfully.

“And the man that’s renting this place happens to be fine. So, that’s a good sign.” Nyla finished, smiling innocently as she batted her eyelashes at the man.

“How fine we talking?” Adonis wondered, raising an eyebrow.

“Real fine.”

Adonis grinned in satisfaction, patting himself on the back while she just rolled her eyes. He already knew he was fine. He just wanted her to validate it. He was so corny and it made her wanna rip her eyes out. She liked it though. It made him different than most of the men she had encountered in the past that took themselves way too serious for her liking. She actually liked being around Adonis. He wasn’t boring. And while that wasn’t anything special if we’re being honest, it still made him stand out.

The man stared at Nyla as she tapped her nails on his counter top, wondering if she was bored or not. He was enjoying himself, but of course, it didn’t take much to make him enjoy himself when he was in the company of the most beautiful girl he ever saw. Nyla was just enjoying the silence. There weren’t many people that she could be comfortable enough with to just sit in silence with them and enjoy their presence. Adonis happened to make himself one of those people in less than 24 hours of knowing Nyla. She couldn’t pinpoint it. Why him? What made him someone that she liked being around? Out of all the men that desperately tried to get her attention, here came Adonis, not even trying yet still getting something most men in Philly would die for.

“You got plans for tonight?” Adonis wondered, interrupting Nyla’s train of thought.

“Just staying in.” Nyla shrugged.

“Stay in with me.”

Nyla blinked a few times at his very bold statement, shaking off the feeling in her stomach that she felt as she bit her lip. “To do what in this lavish apartment?”

“You like movies?”

“What type of question is that, Adonis? Of course I do.” Nyla scoffed.

“My bad, some people don’t.” Adonis shrugged as he walked away from the counter. “Let’s see what we can find on Netflix.”

“Netflix and chill is what they call this.” Nyla told him, eagerly following him over to his couch.

“We just Netflix-ing. No chilling involved.” Adonis reassured her.

“Unfortunate.” Nyla muttered.

Adonis smirked as he looked at her over his shoulder. “You say something?”

“No, not at all.” Nyla chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. He had clearly heard her though. Didn’t mean she would give him the satisfaction of seeing her blush.

“Wanna watch The Purge?”

“What’s that?” Nyla said, gently sitting down next to him.

Adonis eyes widened as he looked at her. “You’ve never seen The Purge? You living under a rock or something, shorty?” He asked her.

“One, you’re cute but not cute enough to call me that. Two, I prefer dramas.” Nyla told him.

“One, thank you. You cute too. Two, but you not cute enough to get out of watching this tonight.” Adonis told her, making her laugh as he put on the movie.

“Oh God, am I going to have nightmares?” Nyla asked him, already whining and the movie didn’t even start yet.

“If you do, just scream my name and I’ll come running.” Adonis told her.

Nyla chuckled as she held onto his very strong arm, surely aiming on using him as comfort whenever she got scared. “My Knight In Shining Armor.”

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

Opening her eyes, she was shocked to be met with the view of something other than her own ceiling.

Nyla shot up with panic coursing through her veins as she looked around to see where she was at. She felt dumb when she realized where she was at. She didn’t realize that she had fallen asleep in Adonis’ apartment. How long had she been asleep for? The last thing she remember was the movie beginning and now she was waking up. And where was Adonis? She was shocked to see the answer to her question being right in front of her eyes. She looked over to her right to see Adonis knocked out just like she was a few seconds ago.

She had tried to get up, but she was weighed down by the man’s heavy ass legs in her lap. How did they even end up in such position? Nyla shook her head in disbelief as tried to push them off of her, only to fail. Turns out she was no match for his muscle. Even when he was asleep, he was still stronger than her and he wasn’t even trying. Jesus. She really needed to start working out more.

“Adonis.” Nyla whispered, shaking his legs a bit. “Adonis, hello? Wake up.” She said, starting to shake him harder and harder.

“Leave me alone.”

Nyla groaned in annoyance, but that’s when an idea popped into her head. Her sister always used this trick to wake her up when they were younger. She put her finger in her mouth to wet it, which made her cringe but she managed to fight that, and then reached over to Adonis’s ear. It was a bit gross to do on a stranger, but hey, Nyla was desperate to get up. When she put her finger in his ear, she couldn’t help but laugh. She was so childish cause what the hell was she even doing right now? However, her amusement was cut short when Adonis suddenly shot up and snatched her by her wrist.

“Jesus! Don’t break my damn arm!” Nyla hissed.

Adonis’s eyes widened when he realized that he wasn’t man handling an intruder, instead the pretty girl he let spend the day with him. He cringed at himself, letting go of her arm immediately. Nyla sighed in relief when she got her arm back, looking down at the slight bruise that his grip left behind. And when he realized that he had his legs laying on top of hers, he took those off. Much to her relief. Though, she kind of liked having him touching her.

“Shit, my bad. I ain’t mean to be all in your space like that. And I definitely ain’t mean to hurt you.” Adonis apologized.

“Don’t worry about it.” Nyla muttered, rubbing her sore arm with a pout on her face.

“What time is it?” Adonis asked her.

“Almost 10.”

“Damn, you been here the whole day. We must’ve been knocked out.” Adonis said, laughing a bit.

“That’s what happens when you eat a ton of cake.” Nyla told him as she stood up from the couch finally.

“Where you going?” Adonis asked. He sounded a bit worried that she was leaving. A part of her believed that he wanted her to stay, but then again, she made a lot of shit up in her mind so who knew?

“Can I use the bathroom?” Nyla wondered.

“Oh, yeah. Go head.”

Nyla hurried and did her business. She wanted to leave and go sleep in her own bed, but a part of her wanted to stay and spend more time with Adonis. She wasn’t sure if he was giving the signs that he wanted her to stay as well. Maybe he was just being a good host and making her comfortable. Nyla surely want some stranger staying too long in her own home, but that was the thing. Adonis wasn’t just some stranger. She sounded crazy saying that but it was true. She felt as if she knew him for years now, so she didn’t feel the need to treat him as what he was. Which technically was a stranger.

She walked out of the bathroom, tossing the paper towels she used to dry her hand in the trash as she passed it. “How did you feel so comfortable letting yourself fall asleep around a stranger?” She wondered, leaning against the back of the couch.

“You fell asleep first so ask yourself that.” Adonis told her, shrugging his shoulder.

“I don’t even remember being tired.” Nyla said.

“Even if you didn’t, I like your vibe. It’s trustworthy. I don’t think you’d do anything to harm anyone.” Adonis admitted.

“Awe, well that’s true. I’m glad you can tell that off the bat.” Nyla smiled, slipping her sandals back on quickly.

“You leaving?” Adonis asked.

“Yeah, Adonis. I’ve been here for almost 5 hours.” Nyla told him, scoffing.

“You right. I just thought you’d want to watch another movie or something.” Adonis shrugged.

Nyla smirked as she sat back down next to the man, “You really don’t want me to go, huh?”

“It’s not even like that.” Adonis said, waving his hand. It was totally like that. “We just fell asleep for the first movie so we gotta make up for it.”

“Mhm.” Nyla grinned. “If we’re watching another movie, it’s my turn to pick a movie now.” She said.

“What movie is it?” Adonis asked, leaning back into the sofa.

“Hmm… ooh! I got it.” Nyla chirped, her favorite movie of all time popping into her head. “Hold on, lemme go get it.”

Nyla ignored his questions as she got up and ran out of the apartment as fast as she could. She hissed as her bare feet collided with the cold wood of each of the steps she ran down but she ignored that as she arrived at her destination. She started banging on the door immediately, already knowing that the person she needed at the moment was well awake. It took a few seconds before she finally decided to stop, pressing her ear up against the door to see if she heard footsteps approaching the door. And indeed she did.

“If you’re not bleeding or dying, go back where you came from!”

“It’s an emergency, Bi.” Nyla lied, grinning proudly when it worked and Bianca opened the door immediately. “You still got my Titanic dvd?” She wondered.

“Bitch.” Bianca scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “It’s on my dresser. That jawn was too long. I gave up on even finishing it.” She said.

“Your attention span for anything other than music is shorter than ever.” Nyla pointed out, brushing past her friend into the apartment.

“It was too boring!” Bianca argued. “How you gonna blame me for that?”

“Whatever.”

Bianca stood in the doorway of her room as Nyla searched for her movie, arms crossed as she noticed how late in the night it was. “How did giving Adonis the cake go?”

“Good. Real good. We’re actually about to watch this right now.” Nyla said, picking up the dvd under Bianca’s pile of records.

“Wait, hold up, you been there all day?” Bianca asked.

“Yes.” Nyla nodded curtly. “Is that a problem?” She asked, turning around to face her best friend.

Bianca shook her head before a grin slowly spread across her face. “Did you fuck him?”

“Bianca!”

“Don’t ‘Bianca’ me, Nyla. Did you sleep with him or not?” Bianca questioned.

“No! I didn’t!”

“Boring!” Bianca sang. “Get out of my apartment.”

“You’re sick in the head.” Nyla scoffed, rolling her eyes as she made her way back to the front door.

“Tell me everything after y’all done fucking. For the 6th time tonight probably.” Bianca told her, snorting at her own joke.

“I hate you so much.” Nyla muttered, walking out into the hallway.

“Love you too!” Bianca exclaimed, slamming her door shut after Nyla was far enough from it.

Nyla hurried back up the stairs, hoping that Adonis didn’t fall asleep on her. When she entered the apartment, she was beaming with excitement as she stared down at the dvd as she walked over to the couch. She could watch Titanic a million times and never get bored of it.

“I found it—“ Nyla raised an eyebrow as she approached Adonis, who was setting up pillows and blankets on the couch. “And what is all this?” She chuckled.

“I just got some pillows and shit incase you got uncomfortable. I don’t want you twisting and turning like I be on this hard ass couch.” Adonis explained, shrugging his shoulders as he tried desperately to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Thank you for the kindness.” Nyla giggled. “Now, you ready to watch the best movie ever made?” She questioned.

“Friday?”

“Close.” Nyla lied, revealing the disk she had behind her back with a wide grin on her face. “Titanic!”

Adonis sighed, but he already knew he wasn’t going to win the argument if started one. So sighed and laid back. “I’m going to die of boredom…”

“No you are not.” Nyla scoffed, sticking the disk inside the dvd player. She was surprised he even had one, but thankfully he did!

“What did you say? I’m already fading away.” Adonis said, making Nyla roll her eyes.

“You’re so dramatic.” Nyla chuckled.

“You like it.”

“Mhm.”

“Why you still over there?” Adonis asked her. “Come sit down.” He said, beckoning her over to the couch. To which she gladly obliged.

“Get comfy.” Nyla told him.

Adonis did that corny yawning move so he could put his arm around her, pulling her into his side as the movie started to play. “I’m comfortable enough being with you—

“Shh! It’s starting!” Nyla hushed, slapping his shoulder so he would shut the hell up.

“Man…”

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SB: seventeen

NATASHA

Turning over in bed, the aroma of breakfast tickled my nose. I groaned to myself as reality set in. I sat up in bed and pulled my phone from the nightstand, unlocking my phone to check my text thread with Adonis, and to my surprise, no response.

 Regret set in, the message read ‘delivered’. He could’ve read the message and ignored it for all I knew. I picked myself out of bed and walked into the on-suite bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to find a shirtless King making breakfast.

“Good morning” he exclaimed. I opened the fridge and grabbed the gallon of orange juice and two glasses from the cabinet, “Morning” I replied lowly. As I poured the two glasses of orange juice, King placed my plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs on the table. After fixing his plate, he took a seat and took a sip of his orange juice. “Thank you” he replied.

I took a seat at the table, blessed my food, and ate a forkful of eggs. “You know you didn’t have to cook breakfast” I exclaimed. “It’s fine. It would be rude of me to only cook for myself.” King expressed. My facial expression changed as I dropped my fork. This nigga had a lot of nerve. King immediately rushed over to pick up the fork. I struggled to grab the fork, and he got it before I could. “You don’t have to—“ “I didn’t mean it like that Tash” King interrupted, looking me in my eyes. “It would be rude of me to eat without you. That’s what I meant” King reassured as he got up from the ground and placed the dirty fork in the sink.

My chest heaved up and down slowly as he handed me a clean fork from the drawer, I was still on edge for how he treated me last night, and I’m a bit salty about not getting a text back from Adonis. I glared at King as he returned to his seat. “I’m sorry if I upset you” he added. Cutting to the chase, I interrupted his ‘nice boy’ act. “Is this some kind of peace offering from last night?!” I asked at an octave. King chuckled to himself, “Damn, we still not over this?” he questioned. I stood to my feet with one hand on my hip, “You tell me. You’re the one with the ‘nice boy’ act cooking me breakfast and shit.” I scoffed.

 King took a bite of his bacon and wiped his hands with a napkin, the look in his eyes read that he was fed up. “I’m not tryna argue this morning. It’s a new day. Whatever we said to each other last night, is what we said. Why are you still…. Hostile?” King questioned as he stood to his feet, towering over me. My eyes locked with King’s as his expression was cold and unchanging, his jaw clenched, and his skin as golden as ever. I was turned on by his ‘I don’t need you’ attitude. I couldn’t help but feel my heart strings being pulled as I watched the tension between us brew, my eyes traced his tattoos and chiseled body.

I caved internally the longer I stared at him. I squared my eyes at him, trying to gain my composure as I felt the bad bitch energy in me dying. My mind played back to last night and all of those feelings came rushing in. I sighed heavily before speaking. “Jermaine, I felt rejected last night and… to tell you the truth, I’m not over it” I admitted. King knew that anytime that I called him by his government name, it meant that I was serious; for some reason, it was like a soft spot for him.

King sighed in frustration and sucked his teeth. He relaxed his shoulders and proceeded to rest his hands on my shoulders. “What do you want me to do?” he asked in a softer tone. The sensation of his skin against mine caused my skin to flush, my face immediately turned red and he knew it. I felt hot internally, I even smiled a little. Deep down, all I could think about was Adonis, and why I made him leave, I’m still just so unhappy and uneasy about the fact that he’s married. I caressed King’s wrists and stared into his eyes. I felt that rubbing them, maybe the pain would go away. If I stared at him any longer, maybe I could forget all about Adonis, and King and I could pick up where we left off.

 King took my hand and caressed it, staring in my eyes. He placed his hand on my waist and moved closer to me. “I don’t wanna entice you, when we’re both hurting. I can’t help you, when I can’t even help myself” King spoke softly. I felt my heart drop into my ass at those words, and a tear instantly fell from my cheek. We were interrupted by my phone ringing on the table. I quickly moved away from King and answered immediately. “Hi Ms. Daniels, this is Dr. James, how are you this morning?” she questioned. “Cassandra! Dr. James, I’m fine, how are you?” I replied. “I’m well. I’m so sorry to bother you. We just got your results back from the lab and I was calling to see if you could come in so that we could speak about them” Dr. James added. I walked over to the window, away from King and felt panic set in. “Sure, is everything okay?” I questioned nervously.

“I have a few questions for you, I’d love to discuss them when you get here. I’ll be in the office until 2:30, see you then Ms. Daniels” Dr. James replied before hanging up. I kissed my teeth in annoynace, feeling a rush of nervousness and anxiousness shoot through my body. “Everything okay?” King asked walking up behind me. I jumped and turned around, “I have to go to Dr. James’ office” I said nervously.

 “Want me to go with you?” King asked eagerly. “I’d rather you not. I think I can handle this” I say anxiously leaving the kitchen.

 I arrived at Dr. James’ office in a hurry. After speaking with her assistant, I patiently waited for her as I clutched my camel Birkin bag nervously waiting for her to appear.

A few moments later, Dr. Cassandra James walked in happily greeting me. “Thanks for meeting with me on short notice Natasha” she said before taking a seat. “it’s no problem” I said anxiously with a smile. “So I wanted to get right to it, I didn’t want to discuss this over the phone, but, your labs were pretty abnormal” Dr. James stated. I looked at her with confusion, “Is the baby going to be okay?” I asked with concern. “Ms. Daniels, your baby will be fine. As long as you take these meds accordingly, have a talk with Mr. Umaru, and come back to see me within a week”. “Meds? What do I need to talk to Jermaine about?” I asked in confusion.

I felt like Dr. James was beating around the bush, and I didn’t want to mince words, but I know she wouldn’t have called me to her office about pre-natal care. I didn’t want to be informal, but I had to go there, this lady has seen all my business, and will be delivering my child in the coming months. “Cassandra, can you tell me what’s going on?!” I asked in suspicion. Dr. James sighed, “Natasha, your labs came back abnormal because you’ve contracted chlamydia” she spoke softly.

I stared at my doctor in disbelief. I was emotionless, frozen, yet boiling on the inside. The thought of all possible partners between King and I in the past year scanned through my mind and my heart felt heavy. She couldn’t be serious. There is no way that Adonis would do me like that, and King sure as hell wouldn’t... Or would they?

“I’m sure there’s been a mistake Dr. James. Could you run it again? I—” “I’m sorry, Ms. Daniels, I was just as surprised as you are, but these are the results. I know that things happen, and there are certain things that we can’t control, but let’s focus on the health of your baby. You and your spouse can discuss the nature of your relationship once you leave this office” she encouraged. I had never felt so humiliated in my life to hear those words. I dropped my head and listened to Dr. James’ instructions as she handed me the prescription.

 **

I left the office in disbelief. I don’t know how I’m going to get home with this on my mental, but this would be the longest drive of my life. Dr. James encouraged me to take deep breaths, relax, and refrain from expressing my emotions negatively, as this can cause more stress on the body and harm to the baby. Damn whatever she has to say right now, I’m not in the mood for any calm shit! I need answers as to who gave me this shit!

I got in my car and I immediately called Adonis. He forwarded my call to voicemail. “Not today! NOT TODAY ADONIS!” I yelled as I clicked his name to call him back. Again, he sent me to voicemail. I huffed angrily and sent him a text message, “CONDO! RIGHT NOW!”

 ADONIS

I’m laying in bed next to Mercedes when I see Natasha’s name pop up on my phone. I’m still getting out of the doghouse after I put my hands on Mercedes by accident. What could Natasha want right now? “Is everything okay?" Mercedes asked as she snuggled up under me. I kissed her forehead. “Of course” I reassured. I was placing my phone back on the nightstand, when another call from Natasha came through.

“Can I just get some peace and quiet today?” I huffed in annoyance. “Just turn your phone off” Mercedes says as she sits up to look at me. As soon as I rejected the call, a text from Natasha read “CONDO! RIGHT NOW!” I sighed and looked at Mercedes’ longing eyes. “I’ll turn it off as soon as I get back babe, there’s some shit going on at the gym that I have to take care of it” I lied, getting out of bed.

Mercedes sighed in annoyance, “I promise I won’t take all day. I’ll be back soon” I said pulling her into a kiss. “And you better be!” she chimed. “I love you” Mercedes urged. “Love you too” I replied solemnly. I knew in my heart that last night didn’t change anything between Mercedes and I. I was wrong for putting my hands on her, and in a moment of weakness, I seized the opportunity to give her what she wanted, and I provided the sex that she desperately craved.

 I took a quick shower and headed out the door. I received a text from Tasha letting me know that she lost her key, and to meet her at her car. I knew she was lying about losing her key, she probably trashed that shit once I told her about Mercedes and I being married, I can’t say that I blame her.

 I pulled up next to her black BMW and got out of the car to greet her. She was on her phone, and I tapped on the window. Natasha rolled down the window, “What’s good?” I asked. She didn’t make eye contact at all. She locked her phone and looked straight ahead, “Can we go inside and talk?” she asked lowly. “What you do with your key? I know you didn’t lose that shit” I said playfully, biting my lip, knowing that would get her attention. Natasha glared at me. Her eyes were puffy and red, as if she’d been crying. The longer we stared at each other, the more tears swelled in her eyes and fell. I stuck my hand in the car to unlock the door. I opened the door and pulled her into a tight embrace, pulling her out of the car, closing the door behind us. Her hands were on the back of my neck as she pulled from my embrace and we locked eyes.

I felt a strange feeling pulling at my chest, and I knew that I couldn’t ignore it. Natasha’s tearful eyes searched mine as we stood there in silence, holding each other.

 NATASHA

His embrace, and the scent of his cologne swept me off of my feet. It’s only been a day, maybe two and here I am, in his arms. I hated him for how he made me feel the other night, but I craved his touch so much that I couldn’t deny myself of this moment. Pulling away from his embrace, I rested my hand on Adonis’ chest. “I hate you” I said lowly, looking away into the distance.

Adonis moved closer to me and pressed his body onto mine against the car, he lifted my chin to adjust my focus to him. “You don’t mean that” he whispered softly. My thumb grazed his bottom lip, “But I do” I said feeling my heart sink in my chest. Adonis looked away from me, and I could tell he started to get choked up as his jaw clenched. “Let your window up, we need to go inside and talk” he exhaled.

I grabbed my purse, let up my window, and locked the car door. I followed Adonis into the building. Once inside his condo, I dropped my purse on the couch and stood by the window that gave a beautiful view of the city. “You wanna tell me why it was so urgent that we needed to meet?” he questioned. “Am I interrupting a moment between you and your wife?” I questioned sarcastically. Adonis scoffed and looked at me snidely, “I’ma let that one slide, just because” he kissed his teeth. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Taking a sip, I glared at Adonis, who stood at the other side of the kitchen. “Maybe we should consider going separate ways Donnie” I admitted. Adonis walked towards the island took a chair out in front of me to take a seat. “Where’s this coming from?”  he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and looked in his eyes, “I mean think about it. You’re married, I no longer have use for this condo, and I’m pregnant. Why don’t we cut ties now and just live separate lives? Neither one of us want to let go of our significant others, but being in the moment with each other leads us into uncompromising situations, such as this pregnancy” I confess. Adonis took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Baby, I’m sorry for how all of this has turned out, and I’m sorry for the unfortunate circumstance that I’m in with Mercedes. Tasha, I can’t cut ties with you… not like this” Adonis remarked. He got out of his chair and towered over me. Lifting my chin with his index finger, Adonis lowered his gaze to mine. “You know how much I care about you” he whispered. “D, that’s not enough for me… not anymore” I said lowly, feeling myself get choked up. Adonis swiftly picked me up and placed me on the island, standing in between my legs.

Adonis placed small kisses to my neck, and I quickly moved away. “D, I can’t… I can’t give you that part of me anymore” I argued. Ignoring my rejection, Adonis pulled me into a rough, but passionate kiss. This kiss that had been brewing between us since we laid eyes on each other. I threw my arms around him and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him into me as close as possible. The tips of my fingers grazed through his scalp as I let out a soft moan in between kisses. Adonis caressed my body fervently, groaning at the feeling. I pulled away from his embrace and stared in his eyes as mine watered. I wanted nothing more than to give myself to him on top of this island, right here, right now. “Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it for you. I’ll be better, for us Tash” Adonis confessed, breathing heavily.

Adonis wiped my tears as I pulled him into another long, deep, kiss. Adonis groped and yoked my body up so quickly. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me as he laid me on the island so gently, placing kisses down my stomach. I felt myself getting hotter as the kisses intensified and all resolve left my body. The lower Adonis kissed me, the louder Dr. James’ voice echoed in my head, “Natasha, your labs came back abnormal because you’ve contracted chlamydia”. In that moment, I sat up on the island instantly and pushed Adonis away. “I can’t… I can’t… I CAN’T!” I yelled in tears. “What the fuck Tash?!” Adonis shot back. “This is all your fault, and I can no longer be a part of it. Adonis I’m tired.” I said wiping my tears. “I’m tired of you manipulating me into thinking that it’s just ‘us’ in the moment. In the moment with each other, it’s all that we have, and Adonis, these moments are costing me my life!” I yelled at him. “Where is this coming from?” Adonis asked confused. “YOU! Everything that I do with you, it comes back to me! TENFOLD! I can’t take this shit anymore!” I snapped. Adonis pulled me down from the island and held me by the waist. “How about we just relax? I didn’t mean to aggravate you. I’m sure it’s just the hormones” Adonis cooed as he brushed my hair behind my ears. My eyes widened in anger, “Hormones?! Don’t sugarcoat shit with me Adonis.” I say pulling out of his embrace. Adonis took his seat in front of the island and adjusted himself, he looked frustrated and defeated. “Explain to me Tash. Why would I leave from the comfort of my bed with Mercedes, just for you to play with me , either you want me or you don’t” Adonis stated matter of fact. Perplexed, I squared my eyes at Adonis. “Explain to me why you throw her name around so confidently yet I bet she doesn’t know where you are right now.” I snapped. “It’s none of her business” Adonis replied.

 “This isn’t getting us anywhere and you know it. If you ‘love’ her like you say you do, stop answering my calls and texts and just let me be. Stop trying to get the last drop of me on your tongue. Stop trying to fight what you know you aren’t ready for.” I argued. “You wanted me for yourself, and once I was no longer of use for you, you chose the person who you refuse to knock up, to spend the rest of your life with.” I spat. “It’s not true.. Tash. You know I’m a man of my word” Adonis chimed. “What does that have to do with anything?!” I questioned. “It has to do with everything! Tasha, I know I’m not perfect, and I know I haven’t been the best to you, but dammit I don’t know how to show you that I’m here for you, that I’m here for us” Adonis pleaded. “God! I can’t let you continue to play in my face like this shit is okay! Fuck your damn word and just admit that you’re a fucking cheater but you don’t wanna let her go!” I yell. “If you love her, stop dragging me along! Leave me be so that I can figure this shit out on my own. Clearly you’re not man enough to keep your word for me. I was never enough for you, I never mattered to you” I said feeling myself getting emotional.

“Tash you know that’s not true” Adonis began, “Adonis, I don’t know what to believe anymore. You’ve fooled me, impregnated me, and you’ve given me chlamydia!” I barked. “Chlamydia?! I…” Adonis’ expression changed immediately. “I’m sorry! You know I wouldn’t” Adonis said trying to touch me. My hand swatted at his face immediately. “No you’re not fucking sorry!!! You did exactly what you wanted to do with me!!!” I yelled continuously hitting him in the face. Adonis pushed me away, “Tasha I wouldn’t dare! You’re carrying my child, you know that I’ve only been with you and Mercedes.” Adonis pleaded. “I need you to know that I wouldn’t put you or my child in harms way.” Adonis reassured.

“I think it’s best that I leave you to figure out how I got chlamydia, while I sort out the details of who the father is. Whether King wants to be in this child’s life or not, I’m raising this baby on my own, without you. I don’t need the key to this condo anymore, and I don’t need you to fill the void for me. All I need to be, is a damn good mother to my child!” I spat. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. Adonis was on my heels, and he stopped me before I could turn the doorknob. “I need you to know that I’d never—” I placed my finger over Adonis’ lips, “Take it up with your fucking wife. Stay the fuck away from me, and don’t contact me about this child” I snapped before walking out of the condo.

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