2 years later
Waking up for once, it felt good feeling Jeremiah's warm body enveloping mine. His heat broke, and the flimsy comforter he had was not doing the trick.
But I was still supposed to be mad at him from last night.
We had an argument. A bad one. I was mad at him because we had been together for 3 years in total and he still didn't want to put a ring on it. In fact, he showed no signs of wanting to settle down at all.
Jeremiah was about 4 years older than me and he was obviously more mature.
We would argue a lot about certain things but in the end we'd have some bomb makeup sex and we'd put it behind us.
It was Sunday and I prepared to make breakfast before we were going to head for the road. Jeremiah was taking me to go visit his parents. We went to go visit them a couple of months ago but couldn't stay because we had to get back to work.
I had already packed my bags and was almost done with Jeremiah's.
This was my usual routine. I was a morning person and always had to wake Jeremiah up.
I finished putting a couple of polo shirts into his suitcase and proceeded to the kitchen to begin making some breakfast.
I had seen a couple of healthy alternatives on Pinterest so I decided on making our usual breakfast smoothies (I got him hooked on it too!) and some banana pancakes with turkey bacon.
I got out all my cooking ingredients and got the mailbox key.
I hurried and pulled out all the mail then got back to the room so I wouldn't burn the house down.
I jumped out of my skin, seeing Jeremiah hovered over the stove.
"Oh Good Morning. I just started the bacon." He leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips.
I grabbed onto his neck , my lips lingering on his.
I pulled away. "Come on, we have to get on the road in less than an hour if we're going to make it by tomorrow."
"After breakfast, I gotta stop to get gas and then we'll be on our way, ok?"
I flashed him a thumbs up and began sorting through the mail.
Bills, bills, tax collectors, ooh a Victoria's secret catalog!, and a letter from Hakim Williams.
Hakim Williams?! Nobody sends letters anymore!!
I looked back at Jeremiah. He was humming some song and checking his phone.
I snuck to the bedroom with the letter and opened it up.
I know you are probably wondering why I decided to write you. This has been heavy on my heart for a while but I wanted to thank you. You were there for me when nobody else was. When pastor abandoned me, when Chantel cheated, you were there for me. And I appreciate you helping me recover when I was wheelchair bound. You lost lots of money with my selfish ass. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm not right. I'm not happy in my relationship. I still want you Alicia. Me and Marilyn are together and we have a daughter name June Amber and to be honest, I'm trapped. I don't want to live anymore. I'm in an unhappy relationship and this child has caused me more stress than you could imagine. But anyways, I have enclosed a check for $200,000. I know you don't need it if you're still with that money maker Kingsley guy, but I took on Marilyn's dad's company and I make millions now.
If you ever happen to find someone you love, look out for me. I will always want you.
I clutched my chest reading his last words. They had an eerie feeling to it. The words sent chills down my spine.
Regardless I pulled out the check. Sure enough, it was for $200k.
I pulled out the check, wondering what I should do. I know Jeremiah and I would be fighting again.
But honesty is the best policy.
"Breakfast is done now." Jeremiah called.
I crumpled up the letter and threw it in the garbage and slipped the check into my pocket.
I turned around to find Jeremiah behind me.
"Gosh, you scared me." I said.
"What was that?" He asked, looking in the trash bin.
"Nothing babe. Come on." I said, grabbing him by his muscular arms and leading him into the kitchen. Close one.
Something was definitely not right about that letter.
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SwitchUp (Urban)Teen Fiction
Alicia Monee is a single, gorgeous assistant, living alone in the big city of New York. By night, she is a wild stripper named Cinnamon. Hakim Williams by day, is a religious church boy, living under the care of his pastor and an aspiring college s...