Contents
1. Blaise Cansino
Cortez “Belly” Khalil
Blaise
Belly
2. Alivia Farms
Willem “Will” Dade
Blaise
Manuel “Manny” Ortiz
3. Priscilla Dimitri
Belly
Nichole Carriage
Alivia
4. Blaise
Will
Manny
Belly
5. Priscilla
Alivia
Blaise
Belly
6. Blaise
Will
Nichole
Manny
7. Priscilla
Belly
Alivia
Blaise
8. Will
Megyn Thomas
Manny
Priscilla
9. Belly
Alivia
Blaise
Nichole
10. Will
Blaise
Belly
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1
Blaise Cansino
Dropping my purse, I said, “Can you believe Nichole invited me out to lunch just to try and convince me you were cheating on me? Well, had cheated.”
“What she say?” Belly frowned.
“That she saw you at the SLS Hotel, at a kickback ordeal, and that you were coming out of the bedroom portion with Cadence.”
He inhaled sharply and then ran his hand down his face before scratching his fresh fade. His muscular arms flexed, making his tattoos look like they were moving.
“Blaise, it was one time, and it was the only time I fucked around. I haven’t—”
“Wait.” I laughed. “Hold on. So Nichole was telling the truth?”
“Yeah, but—”
“Stop walking toward me. Don’t even try to touch me.” My body was shaking, and my heart was thumping seemingly out of my chest. All the rumors and bullshit that I’d ignored because of what he’d told me, when I should have been listening to them. Before I knew it, tears were spilling down my cheeks. No wonder he’d ‘fallen asleep’ on me.
“Baby, I swear I haven’t done shit else, and it meant nothing to me. I was high and drunk as shit.”
“So what!” I hollered through tears. He came closer, hugging me and kissing my neck while apologizing, but I was disgusted by him. “Get off of me, Cortez! Right now!” I pushed at his body, but it was similar to steel, making me feel captured.
“Fuck!” he bellowed when I kneed him in the nuts.
He still tried to hold onto me, but when I elbowed him in the face three hard ass times, he couldn’t help but to loosen his grip. I rushed out of his house, and he limped after me, blood spilling from his nose.
“I’m not fucking with you anymore, so give it up!”
I hopped into my car, quickly starting it as he got closer.
“Blaise! Blaise, get out the fucking car!” he barked, punching my passenger window and shattering the glass all into the seat.
I hit the accelerator with all of my strength, peeling off and not looking back. I didn’t slow up until I got to my own damn condo.
After parking, I pulled my phone out and saw Izzy had sent me a direct message on social media. Since I felt kind of bad for leaving her there the way I had, I went to see what she’d said. There were no words though, only a picture of two pregnancy tests. When I looked up to see it was a screenshot of that girl Maia’s story, my heart sank. Belly supposedly hadn’t been with her in ages, but I didn’t believe shit he said anymore.
Not able to take two things in one day, I dropped my phone into the passenger seat and just cried. My heart was aching, and for some reason, this felt worse than with Five-Star.
Realizing I needed to be done with Belly entirely, I grabbed my phone back up to call the nearby clinic. I could barely look them up because Belly kept hitting my line.
“The Hills Medical Solutions, this is Adah. How can I help you?”
“Hi, yes. I’d like to schedule an appointment to terminate my pregnancy.”
No way was I about to have yet another baby by an ain’t shit nigga…
“Oh, well, alright. When would be a good day for you to come in? And how far along are you?”
“As soon as possible, please, and not far along at all. My period was late, and I took the test yesterday.”
“I see. Your name, sweetheart?”
“Blaise Cansino.”
I hesitated mentioning my name because of all the notoriety I’d received in the past few years. The last thing I needed was the media finding out I’d gotten pregnant for the second time by a horrible nigga and that I was getting an abortion.
I finished booking my appointment, which was this afternoon since it was still early in the day and early in my pregnancy. Since my appointment wasn’t for another hour and a half, I went to get myself something to eat before heading over.
Thankfully when I arrived, the office only had a few people there, and they didn’t seem like the types to recognize me; they were just a totally different age group. I was able to get to the back and allow them to do an ultrasound and STD test within fifteen minutes of being there.
“Alright, Miss Cansino, so you’re definitely pregnant. You’re about three weeks along, so we can give you the pill.” The doctor came in once I was dressed. “May I ask why you want to get rid of it? Is it for financial reasons? Religious? If you don’t want to say, that is fine. I just like to know so I can maybe offer advice.”
“It’s just not a good time.”
I wasn’t about to tell her that I felt embarrassed, stupid, and afraid, so there was no way I could have this baby.
Nodding, she replied, “I understand. Well, I will get you the pill. Just remember that you need to be able to rest for at least twenty-four to forty-eight hours after you take it.”
“Got it.”
I waited for about five minutes after she left before she returned with the pill. I hurried out and planned to drive straight home, which wouldn’t take long since the doctor’s office was in the same city as my residence. Plus I didn’t want to keep driving around with this broken window; it’d be getting fixed tomorrow.
The whole way to my condo, Belly was texting and calling me, so I blocked his number as soon as I was able to at a red light. I decided to take a detour and stop by my mom’s since she had Island. I wanted to ask if she’d be able to keep her for two more days while this pill did its job.
“Hey, she’ll be ready in a second.” My mom answered the door to her huge house, thanks to Merlin. I was surprised he’d been letting her live here with no problems.
“Wait, Ma. I was wondering if you could keep her for two more days? I’m gonna be busy on set.”
“Okay, fine.” She looked me up and down suspiciously. “Why have you been crying, Blaise?”
“Not real tears, Mama. I’ve been rehearsing all day, and there’s a scene where I have to shed tears.”
“Oh…”
She turned to walk toward the back where Island’s room was, so I followed. I fo
und my baby playing with her doll, the one that wack ass nigga bought her, so I got down onto the floor to kiss her.
“Hi, baby!”
“Hi, Mommy!” She gave me her cute smile, and when I reached my arms out for a hug, she gave me one.
“I love you, Island.”
“Love you too, Mommy.” She brushed her doll’s hair as she spoke to me. I just watched her.
“Does your doll have a name, Island?”
“Cookie Belly.”
My heart sank, hearing her say that, because I’d realized exactly what I didn’t want to happen, had happened. My baby had gotten attached to that asshole, but thankfully, she was young and would forget about him. It took a lot for me to hold my tears in.
I kissed her cheeks a few more times and played with her for a couple hours before my mom let me know dinner was ready. I was hungry as hell, so I definitely made a plate as well as my baby’s.
Once I had her in the bed, I headed home so I could prepare myself for this pill. The doctor advised me to get some pads or adult diapers, so I got some from the store on the way home from my mom’s.
I admit I was afraid because I had no idea what was really about to happen. I’d never had an abortion in my entire life, so this was all new to me. Getting rid of Island never crossed my mind, not even when certain people in my life begged me to.
After taking a hot bath, brushing my teeth, and putting on something more comfortable, I got a call from the front desk.
“Good evening, Miss Cansino. I have a guest here for you,” Gary said excitedly.
“A guest? I’m not expecting anyone.”
“It’s the boxer, Mr. Khalil.”
“I’m not accepting any visitors at the moment, Gary, so you can let him know that. If anything gets out of hand, go ahead and call the police.”
Before Gary responded, I hung the phone up then sat down on my couch. I kept looking at the pill on my coffee table, procrastinating. A part of me was afraid of what it’d do, and the other was unsure if I wanted to kill my baby just because of who its father was. And seeing Island today only made it harder.
As soon as I reached for it, I saw the front desk was calling again.
“Gary, I do not want any guests,” I answered angrily.
“Uh umm, it’s not a guest. You do have a package down here, however. I forgot to mention it earlier, Miss Cansino. You rushed through the lobby when you arrived.”
“Okay.”
Placing the phone back on the receiver, I put a jacket on because I didn’t want to go downstairs in that cold ass lobby wearing just my pajama tights and this bralette.
When I got down there, I walked over to the desk for my package, but Gary just pointed behind me. Turning, I spotted Belly looking like a sad ass puppy, holding some flowers. His nose was red from me elbowing his face, making him look like a brown-skinned reindeer.
“You need to go.” I started off, but he grabbed my wrist, which I snatched back so hard that I hit the desk. Before he even said a word, I felt my eyes watering, and I wasn’t happy about that at all.
“Baby, let me explain to you—”
“You don’t need to explain shit. You cheated on me, and you also have a baby on the way with that YouTube bitch. We have absolutely nothing to talk about. We just need to part ways and never speak again.”
“Nah, I’m not doing that bullshit.”
I laughed.
“You don’t have a choice!” I hollered. No one was in the lobby by this time, and Gary had retreated to the back. “You chose to sleep with Cadence while you were with me, so clearly, that’s who you want!” When I felt the tears dripping down my cheeks, I became enraged. I wanted to murder him; I did.
When he reached the flowers out to me, I snatched them then started fucking him up with them. Rose petals were flying everywhere and falling all over the marble floors of the humungous lobby as I wore his ass out. I was using every muscle in my body to whack him with that damn bouquet.
Finally, he was able to stop me and hemmed me up against one of the wide pillars. I was breathing heavily due to that floral ass whooping I’d just delivered. His big hands moved from my biceps to the sides of my face as he looked down into my eyes.
As much as I hated him, he was still so handsome, with his supple mahogany skin, long eyelashes, bright brown eyes, and full lips. His facial hair, that was neatly cut, complemented his sexy face so well. His scent, the Chanel cologne, was just as alluring as always, and per usual, his attire of a fitting white t-shirt, sweats, socks, and corduroy slippers turned me on.
My eyes traveled down his tattoos, the ones on his neck, as I waited for him to speak.
“Only person I want is you, Blaise. Listen to me.” He added the last sentence when I opened my mouth to speak. “I was wrong, I get that, but, baby, I’m sorry. I’m not used to this shit, and I tried, hard. I slipped up once, which says a lot for a nigga like me. I’m not making an excuse, but I’m begging for you to think about that shit. I haven’t touched another female since that Cadence shit, and I swear to God I won’t. I love you, Blaise. Whatever you want me to do, to make this right, I’ll do it. I can kill that bitch if you want.”
This nigga was crazy. And as hurt as I was, killing Cadence didn’t sound like too bad of an idea.
Gently removing his hands from my face, I leaned up and whispered, “Fuck you.”
“Blaise—”
I took off running because I didn’t want him to grab me, but he caught me anyway, near the elevators. Quickly, I kicked him in the nuts, and when he dropped his hands to grab himself, I punched him in the face, liking the sight of his head popping back. He chased me onto the elevator, and by this time, I was scared for my life. Why was he so hard to take down? Damn animal.
“Get out!” I screamed, but he grabbed me up and kissed me with the perfect amount of pressure as always.
Like a fool, I got lost in it, allowing him to push my tights and underwear down right here in the elevator. As our mouths stayed occupied, he picked me up, removing himself from his sweats, and pushing right inside of me. Thankfully this hoodie I had on was lengthy, because if those elevator doors opened, people would see us.
“You know I love yo’ violent ass,” Belly whispered, holding tightly on my ass cheeks as he fucked me against the elevator mirror. “If I gotta stalk you, I will.”
He started back kissing me, sucking my lips in between and letting our tongues come together occasionally. I’d cum already and was on the verge of a second. I hated him, but he was making me feel too good right now.
“Baby,” I whimpered as he sped up, hitting it hard.
“You love me.” He slowed down his strokes, staring me in the eyes as his teeth sunk down into his lip. It felt phenomenal, the way he was gliding in and out of me, making sure to go as deeply as possible when he got in. “Tell me, Blaise.” He pressed me harder against the wall and began beating my pussy up again, making me release.
“I love you, Cortez.” I sniveled, just as he let loose inside of me.
We stood there kissing for a bit before he pulled out. Without a word, he pressed the button to my floor, and as we rode up, he kept kissing my lips gently. Once we got inside of my condo, we took a shower together then laid down in my bed without any clothes.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to go to the bathroom, but he wouldn’t let my body go.
“I have to pee badly, Cortez.”
Hesitantly, he released me, so I rushed to use the restroom then washed my hands before returning to the bed. I noticed his nose was still red, shining brightly through his brown skin from all of those face shots I’d given him. Cupping his face as he slept soundly, I kissed his nose a couple times very softly, before turning my back to him.
He kept me close to him throughout the night. I guess he knew this would be the last fucking time he touched me or saw me in any way.
Cortez “Belly” Khalil
The next morning…
When I woke up, I checked
my phone for the time to see it was 8 a.m. Gently removing the covers so I wouldn’t disturb Blaise, I got out of the bed, heading to the drawer she’d let me keep here. Thankfully her crazy ass hadn’t had time to move my shit out or burn it, so I had something to slip on.
After picking out my clothes, undergarments, and my other shit, I went to her bathroom to shower then brush, floss, and rinse with Listerine. My face was in a lot of pain from getting my ass whooped at least three times by her ass.
Blaise loved this one breakfast spot in her city, so once I was dressed, I dipped out to go get her some shit.
I was for sure sucking the fuck up, because there was no way I could allow her to stop fucking with a nigga. I loved her more than I loved a lot of shit, and that meant plenty to a muthafucka who only gave a fuck about boxing and getting money. I understood I fucked up royally, but I refused to just give up on the shit Blaise and I had built. She was a different type of female, and I beat myself up mentally all fucking day, thinking about how I messed that shit up; well, before she found out.
Once I had the food, I went to buy roses, hoping to win her over with some sappy shit. When I got back up inside of her condo, I heard her moving around in her bedroom, and the scent of her body wash was flowing from the bathroom, so I knew she’d just gotten out less than an hour ago.
“Good morning.” I walked in, salivating at the sight of her in some black dress. Every color she wore went perfectly with her sexy ass brown skin.
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