Babysitting His Baby
I hugged her from behind and held her tight.
“Still, I am telling you now, Miss Brooks, that you are my girlfriend, you are the one I am with, and not Chelsea or Gabriella. You are beautiful, Melissa, so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at you at times. Please just stop comparing yourself to other women I have been with,” I implored her because it was important that she understood.