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Fiction Series: The Truth Between Friends - Part 5

Fiction Series: The Truth Between Friends - Part 5

…Present Day…

“Damn, you found out he loved you the say day Iko told you about the baby?!”

“Yes. But that’s not even the worst part.”

“I’m not sure if you can top this…”

“I didn’t think I could… but look at where I am right now.”

…A Week Ago…

It has been 84 days since I have spoken to Alex. 84 long ass days. I was soothing my hurt by drinking Jameson like it was water. Iko was right. He was the dad. I need to get out of my funk. He has clearly moved on with his life, why can’t I? 

I scroll through my text messages and stumble across my thread with Matthew. I met him 2 years ago. He always wanted to pursue something further but I wasn’t into him like that… until recently. I accidentally spilled a drink on him one night while I was out partying my sorrows away. He took me home that night and fucked me senseless. Lately, he had been the one to wipe my tears away as I cried myself to sleep over Alex. 

I wanted to cuddle tonight. Matthew would be the perfect person. I text him; tell him I need him. Then I start on my new bottle of Jameson. 

Walking into my work space, I realize all of my finished pieces still need to be shipped out. I refuse to take any new clients. After I ship these pieces out, I’ll be taking a vacation. I want to go to some part of the world where nothing reminds me of Alex. I need to detox him from my mind, body, and spirit.

I go to the painting I haven’t worked on in months---for Laiyah’s birthday. I’ve been painting a picture of her and her father. I may not ever finish it. I run my fingers along the outline of his face. I managed to capture every feature of his face. His quirky smile, the slight crookedness of his nose, the mole right below his right eye... 

I feel the tears run down my face before I can acknowledge them. I pick up my box cutter from the table and slash the canvas until I can’t see his face anymore. 

Two hours later, Matthew comes over. I am waiting in the living room for him. Looking at my period app, I realize I haven’t had a cycle in about 3 months. My cycle is irregular. Months without one isn’t unusual but this time felt different. Matthew knocks and throws me out of my thoughts. I would deal with that later. 

“Hey beautiful. I love this outfit you have on. Is it for me?” He asks as he walks into my house. I glance down out my very revealing outfit.

“Of course, it’s for you. Who else would it be for?” I’m rocking a white see through bra, with matching high cut panties. A white lace kimono finished my “outfit”. 

“I thought you wanted to cuddle…?” 

“I do. I want to do more than that, first.” Matthew is 6’5 and chocolate. Just how I like my men. He kept his long dreads very neat. I love waking up to his chocolate body on my white sheets. He is great to look at but his personality could be so blah at times. The only time I truly liked being around him was when he gave me sex or we were discussing sports. He really missed his calling as a sportscaster. Instead he taught lacrosse at the local college. He actually made the sport interesting to me. 

“Oh. Is that right?” He swoops me up and carries me to my bedroom. Matthew sits on my bed and pulls me in front of him. He pushes my kimono off of my shoulders and kisses where the fabric was. I throw my head back and moan. The things he could do with his mouth. His mouth is amazing but his dick is better. It is my favorite feature of his. I mean, when isn’t dick my favorite feature? 

Matthew makes me orgasm 5 times. I lay naked on my bed and watch him clean himself up. 

“You like what you see?”

“I do. Every bit of it.”

“Good…” His expression turns serious. “Tasha, I want to talk to you about something.” 

“Oh, God. Here we go. What’s wrong?”

He rolls his eyes at me. “Nothing is wrong, silly. I just think it’s time we took this…” He spreads his arms out. “…to another level.”

“What do you mean, another level? I told you I wasn’t trying to get into anything else.”

“I know. But I think we should reconsider, now that things are changing.”

“What do you mean, things are changing?” 

I am so confused. What in the hell is he talking about?

“Because, you’re pregnant. You should be about 6 weeks along.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck are you talking about? I’m not pregnant. My cycle is just irregular. It has always been. Besides, you and I have always used a condom. How could I be pregnant, Matthew?! Please, fucking explain.”

“Well, it’s simple. I’ve been plotting on getting your pregnant since I met you 2 years ago. That night you bumped into me at the club wasn’t an accident. I saw the pictures you posted on Snapchat at BlueAtl. I came to the club and ‘bumped’ into you. I didn’t expect to fuck you that night but I did. It exceeded my expectations. I knew I had to have you. Forever. Remember that weekend I flew us out to Vegas?”

I nod slowly. 

“I put a small hole in the condom that night. You don’t remember me not pulling out and spraying your body like normal that weekend? Every time we had sex that weekend, I placed a small hole in the condom, nothing that you could feel. Just enough for my seeds to escape. I’ve been waiting on you to tell me you were pregnant.”

I stare at Matthew. 

“Tasha, say something.”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

“Tasha. Don’t do this. I love you. I want us to get married and raise this baby you’re carrying.”

“Matthew. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House.”

“Ok. I’ll leave.” He throws his hands up in surrender. “I don’t want to stress the baby out. Just call me tomorrow.”

I stand naked by the front door while he gets dressed. I open the door when he finally emerges from my room. 

Alex is standing at the door with his fist raised to knock.

Fiction Series: Playing With Fire - Chapter 8

Fiction Series: Playing With Fire - Chapter 8

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