I got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black crop top, coupled with a black jacket. I braided my hair in four cornrows that night before, so I put a beanie over it, grabbed my phone and stepped out of my apartment.
"Took you long enough," Aaliyah smiled at me, leaning on her black Mercedes Benz. She was dressed almost the same as I was; she had black leggings, a jumper and a big black shirt which I suspected belonged to Harry, over her shoulders.
"We look like we're going to the gym," Aaliyah tried to crack a joke. I smiled at her for the effort but I couldn't bring myself to laugh to show any other expression apart from the smirk across my lips.
"Let's go," I nodded at her and we got in, driving straight to Antonio's house. Thank heavens it was a Saturday and there was nowhere Antonio would be if not his love
"Samantha, what the hell is that noise?" Antonio's thunderous voice came in. The sound came from the top of the stairs."Why don't you come check out for yourself," Aaliyah yelled back. There was a pause, and then footsteps. While my eyes were fixed on the stairs, I didn't know Samantha had gotten up. I felt pressure pull my beanie from my head, then pull at my braids. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, but I wasn't going to give Samantha the satisfaction of beating me up. While her hands were still fixed on my hair, I grabbed her hand and turned around so I was facing her, I let one hand free from her hand that I grabbed and I sent a punch to her chest. Samantha fell backwards and I didn't falter. I ran to her, sat on her stomach and started my assault. Delivering punches across her face as imagined her putting her hands on Diego. She must've felt great, beating the boy to a fucking pulp, she must've loved it anytime he begged her to stop. I got angrier and my punches
"Samantha?" Antonio called dangerously. I almost feared for what Antonio would do to her. Almost."I didn't do anything to him, I swear Antonio, you have to believe me. I wanted to tell you that he was getting bullied at school, but I didn't know how to say it," Samantha cried. I got up, walked to her and slapped her across her stupid face."You don't have a conscience, do you?" I asked her. She was quiet."Say the truth or I will, and if I do, i will deliver each word with a slap until I'm done saying all the horrible things you've done!" I threatened. That seemed to get Samantha's attention. I guess she didn't like my slaps across her face."I'm a horrible person Antonio," Samantha cried, looking down at her finger nails. Why was she trying to talk like she didn't enjoy doing what she did?I tur
ANTONIO'S POV I watched as Sewa laid unconscious on the hospital bed, looking very peaceful but at the same time very fierce; she had a few cuts on her face, but she still looked very beautiful. Tears came to my eyes as I watched her; all this was my fault. Everything had been my fault from the beginning, if I had just listened to her when she warned me about Samantha, we wouldn't have been here. I let my eyes run over the length of her body, stopping at her stomach. I placed my hand over her stomach, letting the tears flow freely from my eyes. I had been too busy crying my eyes out while letting Sewa go through a worse pain. I had no idea pain could make a person deaf and blind. I had been sitting there, but I couldn't make out what was happening, I couldn't move; not until I heard Diego crying and tugging at at my shirt that I came back to earth and saw what Samantha was doing to her. I was so angry that pushed her away using my fist.
Sewa's POV Six months later I woke up late again, despite all my alarms. I had just woken up, but yet I felt like I hadn't slept for hours; I guess my baby girl likes to sleep. "Well, you have to stop making me sleep so much madam, it's making me look bad," I rubbed my huge stomach. I got up from the big bed, the new room was empty, I guess Antonio had gone to work already. I sighed. Antonio was the reason I wanted to wake up early to at least make him breakfast or takeout for lunch as I had been too lazy to do anything, just waking up, demanding for food, then sleeping. Antonio never complained, not even after a very stressful day at work. He would always come back from work and attend to me like I was the tired one, well I guess I was;
I adjusted my very tiny bikini against my rather large tits, wondering what monstrosity had led me to think that going to this new club opening would be fun.I looked at the e-flier on my iPhone X one more time to be sure it's the right place I'm oh-so-sultry dressed for.
I didn't need to feel the sun on my face to know it was morning, my body knew when it was time to wake up even without an alarm. As I opened my eyes, the dark long curtains that covered the windows, made it look like it was still dark out but I knew better, as I made a move to stand up, the hand on my waist stopped me, how can one have so much weight on their arms?I turned to look at the owner of this arm, and my eyes almost came out of their sockets. If I thought this man was gorgeous at night, he was definitely gorgeous-er in the little light seeping from the curtains.
"Cara"Of course I knew who it was but, I feigned ignorance."Hello?" I answered softly "who's this?" I asked, looking straight at Aliya so she'd know who was on the phone, she laughed when she figured it out, I'm going to kill this lady.
Throughout the rest of the day, I worked with a smile on my face, the sex was just what I needed to get me through it all, just what the doctor ordered.Memories of Antonio pounding into me while at work was carved in my mind and even as I got home, I craved more, my insides tingling for more so, I went straight to my room, opened my drawer and grabbed my vibrator, it wasn't Antonio but I guess it will suffice for now.