Kassandra
"So Denim I was thinking that you come with me to my next appointment and we can find out the gender and-"
"-Kass that's not going to happen." Denim tells me. Getting up from his desk, he walks out of the room as I follow along behind him. "I'll just get you something for the baby."
I scoffed. "Our baby."
Looking at me from over his shoulder, he smiles shaking his head. "How do I know that your aren't lying to me? I mean that could be another guy's bastard since you don't know how to keep you legs shut."
"Stop Saying That!"
Denim whips around to face. Fixing the collar on his jacket, he stares down at me. "Kassandra..." He grabs my jaw. "...don't fucking raise your voice at me." Letting go of me, he just grabs his keys about to head out of the house.
"You Don't Treat Brandy Like This!" I yelled at him.
Denim walks around all day treating her like she's the queen or something. Just giving her whatever she wants while he just walks past me ignoring everything that I say to him. When I do get his attention, he says nothing, but insults. And teases claiming that our baby isn't his.
"She learned her lesson a long time ago."
I crossed my arms. "The way she talks to me it's clear that she hasn't!"
Denim laughs. "Kassandra?"
"Yes."
"Shut up."
Denim walks out of the house without saying another word to me.
Turning around, Brandy comes walking down the steps with Charlotte next to her. "Were you the one who taught her to call me by my first name?"
I shrugged. "Nope." I grinned. "Even if I did, which I didn't, she's right though. You aren't her mother and never will be."
Brandy frowns reaching the last step. She gently guides Charlotte towards the kitchen, before turning her attention towards me. "I-I am her mother."
"Then why isn't she calling you mommy?" I say pretending to pout.
I started to see the tears fill in her eyes. "I don't understand why you are doing this."
I shrugged. "Because I can and I like see you miserable."
I walked into the living room sitting back into the couch. Brandy slowly walks in after me. "Kassandra...I think it's time that you leave the house and...and just move into back into the penthouse."
Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. "Mmm...No!"
Brandy opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Please?"
"Brandy I said no. It's not going to happen. I'm going to have this baby with Denim and you can watch your so-called marriage fall apart from the side." I tell her.
"You are a very, very evil person Kassandra." She tells me leaning against the wall.
"I think pregnancy makes you emotional." I tease as I gently rubbed my stomach.
"I'm Not Pregnant And Why Would You Tell Denim That I Am?" Brandy exclaims slowly coming off of the wall.
I sit up straight. "Because I Found The Test That You Poorly Tried To Hide! It Was Positive! Just accept that you got yourself pregnant in order to spite me."
Brandy shakes her head. "Kassandra, I would never do that." She says frowning. "Why would I get myself pregnant, at 18 just to spite you? Are you that delusional?"
"The only delusional person is you. You are stuck in some Stockholm syndrome." I grabbed her wrist.
Brandy struggles pulls her arm away taking a step back. "That's not true."
"It Is!" I shout stepping closer to her. "And Stop Trying To Steal Denim Away From Me! I had him first! He's mine. He's Mine Brandy! So Stay Away From Him And Our Baby!" I continue to shout at her.
Brandy Lockwood
Denim just had to leave me alone with her. It was bad enough that she taught Charlotte to call me by my first name, but to have her yell at me and accuse me of stealing Denim from her is worse. I don't understand what I did to her. She just decided to get up one morning and hate me for something I pretty much had no control over.
"I should have let Denim beat the crap out of you when he had the chance." I had told her. Kassandra simply moves away from me and makes her way back upstairs.
"Like he did you multiple times."
Thankfully Julian stopped by, where I convinced him to stay with Charlotte and I until Denim gets back. Of course he didn't mind, he took as an opportunity to spend more time with Charlie, plus it was nice not to have Kassandra harassing me. I think she's slightly scared of him.
"Where did Denim run off too?" Julian asks me sitting next to me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "We got into an argument and then a bunch of other things came up. So I think he's just upset."
Julian glanced over at me. "What is this? You first argument as a married couple?" He questions. "It can't be that bad."
"...well...I'm pregnant, well maybe...I don't even know yet." I blurt out. "But that's not important...I think Denim only married me because of my family and their money."
"Pregnant!?" Julian exclaims. "Brandy that is important. What? How?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Do I really have to explain to you how babies are made?" I joked.
He laughs shortly. "Brandy if you are what do you plan on doing? Are you going to keep it?" Julian asks me.
I breathed running my hand through my hair. "I'm not too sure. I mean what if it gets Denim's personality? Charlotte is already starting to show some of his tendencies."
Putting his arm around, I gently rested my head on his shoulder. "If anything he'll take after Denim's somewhat decent looks and take your after gentle personality."
"And don't worry about Denim only using you for the money. He has more than enough money of his own and I know my brother, he would never get married to someone if didn't actually love them." Julian explains to me. "Plus I do like his wife. She's pretty hot."
I laughed removing my head from his shoulder. "You know my husband would not be very happy if he heard you say something like that to me. He has a slight temper problem."
Julian laughs leaning back into the chair.
"Let go of her."
Denim sternly tells Julian as he walks into the room. "Denim. Hey." I said getting up. "Where did you run off too?"
"Just some unfinished business." He tells me. "But that's not important. Come here."
He's look stressed. "Yeah."
Denim pulls me into a hug and holds me tightly. His hand gently caresses my hair. Julian quietly picks up Charlotte and leaves Denim and I alone. My arms are wrapped his torso. "Denim-"
"-shut up and just let me hold you." He says cutting me off. "I don't want to lose you. Okay?"
I nod. "Okay."
Denim refused to let go of me. I wanted to ask him if something bad happened at work, but I knew he would just tell me to be quiet or tell me not to worry about it. "Brandy Lockwood I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"You know that we are going to have to move, right?" Denim says to me.
I frowned. "Why would we move? What's wrong this house?" I asked slightly pulling back.
Denim leans down pushing our lips together. Both his hands start to reach under my shirt to fiddle around with my bra. "Because it is not big enough for the four of us." He says.
I push back Denim. "Denim I can barely accept the fact that you are having a child with another girl, but to assume that you want us to move, so Kassandra's child will live-"
Denim laughs cupping my face in both his hands. "I meant our child together." He then takes my hand to bring it to his lips. "This house is big, but I'm thinking we get more space for the children to run around in. Plus I want a bigger backyard." Denim says playfully kissing my neck.
"Really?" I smiled placing my hands onto his chest.
Denim nods with a smile. "Yeah. I would do anything make you happy."
"Anything?" I smile even wider.
Denim nods his head again. "Of course."
I quickly my lose my smile. "I want Kassandra gone now." I demanded.