BrittneyStaring sightlessly at the TV screen, I wondered why this had happened to me as I went over the conversation I had with Bloom.The conversation went on for longer than I expected, which resulted in me calling in sick to work today.Shaken by his bold declaration, I stepped backwards, only then realizing we were still standing in the doorway. “Um, forgive my manners. Do you want to come in? Let's talk about this inside.”“Of course.” He stepped in and I followed closely behind, thoughts of running late taking a backseat in my mind.There were many more important things…like how he knew who I was, and the fact that I was connected to Andre.“Can I get you anything?” I asked, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. “I think I've got water or soda…”“Miss Larson, I appreciate your offer but can we just talk about what I said out there?” He said politely.“Okay but first off, I've got my own questions.” I couldn't sit, too amped up to sit in one position so I simply placed m
AndreWhen Michelle walked back out to escort Lionel in, I went over to my desk, pouring several shots of whiskey into a glass, knowing that whatever reasons that pulled him out of his pretty home wouldn't be ‘nice’.Another reason why I'm so eager to see him is because of Brittney.It's weird how during the time I fell into a depressive mood, I would seek him out. Lionel always indulged me, at first, out of obligation and then because we grew closer and he felt it was his responsibility.Because he's trustworthy, I entrusted him with the task of finding Brittney.It's been years since we've made any real progress, so I stopped myself from hoping, but now that he's shown up unannounced…a part of me couldn't help but hope that it's about something related to Brittney.The door made a creaking noise as it opened, Michelle poking her head through before disappearing altogether and Lionel's face took her place.His face was drawn and tight, no sign of the easygoing smile I’d come to know
Brittney“Sam, come on, we'll be late if you don't hurry up!” I yelled, hurriedly tucking my blouse into my pants.My job as an assistant to a powerful man in New York didn't leave much time for lateness.Brian has been more than kind enough to accept me, even though I have a kid, and I'm not gonna mess it up.Taking a brush to my hair, I vigorously combed it through before placing it in a bun on top of my head.Slipping on my accessories, I took a second look at the mirror.Everything looked put together.My eyes dipped to my feet, making me realise I don't have shoes on.Crap.I searched for my shoes, aware that Sam's room is way too quiet.“Sam, please put on your shoes and stop playing with that toy!” I yelled once again, trying not to get upset.Remembering the tips Sam's babysitter gave me, I sucked in deep breaths, exhaling through my mouth.Finally, I found my shoes at the back of the bed and slipped them on.Then I picked up my bag and walked out the door, heading down the sh
FIVE YEARS LATER…Andre“Harder!” I grunted, pushing down the blonde's head further so her entire mouth engulfed my cock.She complied, pumping her head at the same time her mouth moved vigorously, trying to bring my dick to life.I grew frustrated as nothing she did was working, not even the fake boobs that she was bouncing up and down in my face. “I said harder, dammit!” I gripped the ends of her short hair even harder.She moaned, clearly like the roughness, and proceeded to do extra, only this time, her teeth grazed my dick at the same time, her nails gripped my balls tightly.Instead of pleasure, pain burst down my spine and I forcefully shoved her away, my irritation now morphing to disgust. “What the hell? I said to give me a blowjob, not cut my dick off.”She lay sprawled on the floor, her mouth open in shock. The push made her fall back on her ass, causing her already short skirt to slide up her thighs, exposing her black panties.I cast a disinterested glance over her, shovi
A week later…BrittneyWith my bags packed, I placed my hands on my hips, surveying the neatly arranged room.Everything I owned and cared enough about was tucked into the two, large carry-ons in front of me.Once again, I went around the room to be certain that I wasn't leaving anything behind that I might need, but I caught myself halfway, realizing that I was just doing this to delay the inevitable.I'm leaving.Not just this house or area but the entire state of Florida.That fateful day that Andre tore me to shreds while his wife watched will forever be a day etched into my memory.Not only was it a day that attempted to break me, but it was also one that allowed me to reevaluate everything.I had to ask myself difficult questions such as, ‘Did I really want this baby?’ and after a long and careful consideration, I realized that I wanted to.Not out of spite or desperation to have a piece of Andre with me but because I realized that this could be my chance to start over, afresh w
BrittneyWhat am I going to do?I sat, face up on my bed, pondering my life.After I saw that news on the screen, I've been…stuck.I couldn't sit still or pretend for one damn second so the minute Bethany came back, I picked up my things and ran out the door.She tried to call, worried about me but I wasn't in the mood to talk.Of course, I tried to reach out to Andre but as usual, my calls went straight to voicemail.Which leads me to where I am now…with my hand on my stomach, mulling over the question Bethany asked.Do I want to keep this baby?Or maybe, the better question should be…should I keep it?If what I just saw is true, then it means that I'm all alone in this and even though I suspect that Andre might come up with a financial solution to help with the bills, I don't think this is something I can do alone.With that chilling thought came another…Can I take the baby away?On instinct, I fiercely cupped my hand over my still flat stomach.During the last few hours, the sense