LOGIN***~~Meghan~~***“Let me get this straight,” I let out, eyeing the pregnancy strip. “You’re sad because it was just a scare?”Mom looks ashen and it only makes my blood boil hotter. I can't believe she called me for this.“Baby, you don't understand.”Of course I don't.“Were you and Ethan trying for a child?”She exhales. “He’s young, of course he wants a kid.”My body stiffens.“You want to birth a kid for a man that hits you?” I seethe, my voice shaking.She stares down at the strip. “He'll stop. If I give him a baby, he'll stop.”“He won't and you know it!” I yell. “That man hits you, he's toxic, it's unsafe to bring a child into this mess.”I hate when she's like this. I hate that she thinks money overwrite everything.Ethan's toxic but that's not what has me boiling like this, it's the final realization that my mom's just as toxic.“Mom?”“Meghan, just go home.” she says, voice low. “Don’t worry about me.”A lump forms in my throat, I swallow it.Right.I don't know why I alwa
***~~Jenaya~~***“Knox, my family's here,” I all but say.There's a beat of silence.“You don't want them to see me?” he asks, his voice is cool but there's a strain in it.I exhale. “That's not it,”“Come get the door, Naya.” he mused, voice low. “I cancelled my trip just so I could come see you.”I bite down on my lips, trying to fight a smile.“Fine,” I mutter, turning back.Mom and Rome lifts their eyes as they see me coming.“It's that a new guy?”“Mom!” I groan. “How'd you know it's a man?”“Well, you gave yourself away,” she says, taking a sip from her glass.I exhale. “Okay. We kinda have a guest,”“The one you just got off the phone with?” Rome asks with a smirk.I roll my eyes and head for the door.I reach for the knob and exhale before pulling it open.Standing there is Knox, in head-to-toe black, his tattoo peeking from his shirt.His eyes trails to mine and I swear he's easily the most sexiest man alive.Seeing him makes me think about things I shouldn't.“Hey,” I say,
***~~Jenaya~~***I hover in the kitchen counter, staring down at my phone at every turn.My mom and brother came in today with bags of food and a big grin.I was relieved. It was easier to not think about Knox while they were here, or so I thought.Knox didn't call last night. It's just been radio silence. He never misses to call in every night.Which by the way has me on the edge.Last night, he was clearly hurt by what I said, but that was me just calling it as it is.I pick up the juice from the fridge and turn to pour it into the glasses laid out on the counter.My mind runs ahead of me.Could he be busy with work? Am I overthinking it?“Naya–,” Rome's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.And that's when I see it.The glass is overflowing, the juice spilling down on the counter.Shit.I put it down and reach for a clean rag, wiping at it.Mom who's setting up the table turn toward us.I gulp nothing, forcing my head down.“Are you okay?” Rome asked, his voice etched with concern.
***~~Hunter~~***I drive into the parking lot, shutting the engine.My phone buzzed.It's Meghan.“Are you home yet,”I fire out a text quickly. “Yes, just got home.”“Isn't your house about half an hour from mine?”My lips twitch as I step out, eyes on my phone. “I had something really urgent to take care of,”“That's fine,”“You better now? Spoken to your mom yet?”A beat of silence.“My mom might be pregnant. Ugh!”That stops me, but only for a while.“You should be happy.”“That I'm going to have a sibling at 24? God, it sucks.”My lips curls in a lazy smile, about to respond when I hear someone clear their throat.I look up, surprise to see Amber leaning against the door.Drunk.She doesn't miss a beat. “Who was that?” she asks, voice firm but I can smell the bourbon in her breath.“Who was what?”“The person that has you smiling at your phone,” she quips back, lifting herself up from the door a bit.I give her a look. “Why are you here?” I ask, eyes peering into hers.“It's th
***~~Hunter~~***Chris Harrington is pushing a button, one that's beginning to piss me off.I'm not letting this go but I let Meghan think I will.As someone who has the habit of not getting involved in people's business. It still baffles me that I'm willing.But that's the thing.I can't deal with it. I saw how she reacted upon seeing him with Sarah. It's not just shock, it's something that eats at me when I think of it.She's not over him yet it seems but she will.Because if I'm going to have her— to fully explore this side of me that's attracted to this woman– I need to get rid of the ghost of her past.I don't get fascinated easily. It's rare.It only happened once. A highschool little crush that died off clean.But with Meghan, it's different — it's a kind of pull I've never felt before.It's strong, too that it makes me get selfish.Selfish enough to want her all to myself.Because I don't share.I don't care if she's still in love with him. I don't care if she's letting me
***~~Meghan~~***“Did you really mean that you're with that…Hunter?”I stare right back at him. “What is it to you?” I huff.He grinds his teeth. “You want to leave me for a man like that,”“You're sick, Chris. Unhand me,”He won't. He hovers, his gaze as sharp as never before.Instead he chuckles, a low sound that echoes across the hallway. “He’s going to dumb you, he'd use you, just like he's done to a thousand others.”I wrench my hand free from his. “Didn't realize my life's any of your business.” I quip back.“He's an asshole, a user.” his jaw clenched.I straighten. “Go back to your fiancee, Chris. It'll do you the word good.”I sidestep him and start to walk away. I don't have the energy and time for this.Chris is just an airhead. He left Sarah just to come spill filth.Everyday I realize I was groveling for nothing. He's not worth it.“I've always known this is who you are,” he blurts out, his voice sharp.That gets me.My jaw ticks. I stop walking.“You like bad guys, Megh







