𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍:
❝ 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. ❞
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𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁.
"THE DON":
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Last night was so special, I wanted to take his ass to a Five Star restaurant. I don't need no more dick for the rest of the month, he already slutted me out the whole night.
I wake myself up and checked my phone to look at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning. Damn, we been fucking for that long? I got out of bed while Aubrey was still laying down.
I walked to the bathroom but the walk in closet and looked at myself in the mirror. I only had one lash on, my lipstick is smeared and my wig was coming off.
"Whew lord.", I tell myself as I looked for some makeup wipes to wipe my makeup off and take off my wig. I hoped in the shower and took a quick one before the day goes by.
I slipped on a new wig, fixed it up, and slipped on some clothes. I went downstairs to snack on some cotton candy grapes in the kitchen. I sat on a stool in front of the counter, checking out headlines of me and Aubrey.
All of them were showing off my Lamborghini and my birthday dinner. I can see some jealous bitches mad this about the car and me being spoiled, but little do they know I been had the money myself.
I brushed it off, playing a game of Among Us.
"Hey baby, look at you looking like a new woman.", I hear Aubrey's voice coming downstairs. He was shirtless in his white shorts.
"Hehe, thank you a baby.", I tell him as he plants a kiss on my cheek.
"Do you want me to make you breakfast?", he asked me.
"No baby, it's the afternoon. We need to have lunch.", I respond.
"You're right.", he says as he got a bottle of water out the refrigerator. My phone vibrated and I looked at the great bubble. I noticed it was a text from Bernice from Instagram.
berniceburgos: Hey Ariana, I understand you don't like me but I really need to talk to you about something important. Please meet up with me at Starbucks in twenty minutes. Drinks on me, babe.
I jerked my head back in utter confusion. Why would she wanna talk to me after I done dragged her ass with a kid in her stomach? Is she that delusional.
I guess since it's so important, I'll go and meet her so she can leave me alone. I couldn't help but to look at the message cause this was out of nowhere.
"What's wrong babe?", he asked me walking over but I locked my phone before he could look into it.
"Oh nothing baby, I have to meet up with Nicki, she says it's important.", I lord, scooting off the stool.
"Is she okay?", he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, hopefully. I'll be back in a few babe.", I tell him.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
"No baby it's okay. I got this. I love you and I'll be back soon.", I reply, giving him a kiss. I grabbed my purse and the keys to my Lamborghini to see drive to Starbucks.
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I arrived and ordered me a Strawberries and Cremè frappuccino. After my drink was finished, I grabbed it and walked outside to where she was sitting. It's this hoe copying me for me. I sat down in front of her as I got a fake ass happy reaction.
"Why hello, you look gorgeous.", she compliments.
"What you want, granny gran?", I asked her concerned, slowly slipping onto my frappe.
"Well, happy belated birthday first off. I got you a little present.", she grabbed a little gift bag and handed it over to me. I looked at it, having second thoughts run through my head but whatever.
"Fine. It is what it is.", I say as I grabbed it and opened it.
It was some icy grills that she bought for me, but I'd rather give them to Aubrey. It wouldn't look good on me no way. I sat it in my lap before my attention is back on hers.
"Thank you.", I say. That baby bump is really visible and every time I looked at it, it just makes my skin crawl. Pathetic.
"You still want to talk to me after I beat the hell out of you with a baby in your stomach? Girl you are delusional.", I say to her.
"So what did you call me here for?", I asked.
"I bought you here because I really don't know who my baby father is. I want to say it's Dave's but I really don't know if it's not.", she confesses.
I smugly shrugged my shoulders for a second, "And? What that gotta do with me?"
She looked away from me and exhaled for a minute, "Well-"
"You're his wife, you tell him that and not me."
"That's the thing. I did and he's pretty much somewhat upset. The problem is the day me and Dave hooked up, was the same day me and Aubrey were seeing each other.", she confesses.
"What are you talking about?", I respond to her cautiously, beginning to feel my stomach turn in anxiety
"You remember that day you came from Dave's house after that night y'all was in the club?", I nodded in yes to answer her question.
"Aubrey was spending the night with me and wanted to spend time with me. We fucked before I kicked him out. So it's probably a possibility either Dave or Aubrey is the father.", my heart sunk as I laid back in my chair: No other words can express the anger I have right now.
The only thing Aubrey told me is they use to sleep around but not that little detail she just told me. I took a dee breath before I could say anything else. I'm stunned and hurt.
"S-so y'all fucked unprotected?", I asked, transitioning my face to a sadden one.
"That day we did before I called Dave over."
"That's when Nicki was coming at me after I took that pregnancy test and we argued.", I say to myself, folding my arms intensely as I leaned over on the table.
She took out her phone and showed me the messages. His number was unsaved and blocked but I swiped up to look at the dates & time frames. I sighed in disbelief and disappointment.
"So you, Aubrey, and Dave.. who else, Bernice? Cause you fucked almost everybody!"
"I-I don't know. You lucky I told you, otherwise it would've gotten worse. I didn't mean for you to find out any sooner but you deserved the truth. I'm so sorry, Ariana.", she apologizes. I didn't want to hear anything else come out her mouth, I just ignored her.
"I gotta go..", I say, getting my stuff. By the look of her face, she looked worried for me; like I was gonna lash out and knock over a table.
"I'm glad you told me, Bernice, but I still don't like you. Thanks though.", I say my final goodbye before walking off with my beverage.
I'm proud I kept my composure throughout all of this. I'm glad she told me before Aubrey could, but I'm more mad at him than her. Like why wouldn't he tell me before we made things official?
A single tear runs down my cheek. I sniffled and quickly wiped it away as I walked down the busy sidewalks. My phone overlaps the same ringtone from someone calling me. I took it out my white Birkin bag and checked to see that it was Aubrey.
I declined it and saw I had over 30 iMessages and 10 missed calls. I shook my head and before I could continue to walk, I bumped into a person, cause my frappuccino to drop on the ground.
"Shit, man!", I fumed furiously to myself cause that cup was still kinda full.
"Oh my good, I'm so sorry ma'am, I'll buy you another one!", he says to me.
"No, I promise it's okay. I'm gonna just get some water.", I compromised.
He looked about 6'3, pretty smooth skin in his gray upper-ware with dark jeans. He didn't look bad at all. The veins inside his arms were visible to see. Cute, but no thanks. He looked way older and he su out of my league.
"I'll get you a water ma'am. This is all my fault.", he says, picking up his phone and the cup to throw away. Luckily it didn't get on my white air forces.
I didn't want to keep arguing with him and make a scene in public to not buy me a water. Then again, you can't stop a nice guy cause they finish last.
"Fine, I'll let you get me a water.", I fess up. He looks at me dead in my face. I guess he can tell I'm stressed out and upset. I hated when people do that.
"Are you okay ma'am?", he asked generously.
"Please, my name is Ariana. I'm not old. And yes, I'm fine. Just allergies.", I lie.
"I'm Christian and those aren't allergies. You've been crying. Let's go & get some Aquafina and sit down at the park. It's only a minute from here.", he suggests.
I'm not the type of person to vent to other people when it comes to relationship shit, cause at the end of the day, I regret it. I rather keep stuff to myself. We walked down to the nearest gas station down the block and got two bottles of water.
The park he walked me to was nice with kids playing with their parents & friends. One family had a picnic & another one a gender reveal. I smiled as I took it upon myself to sit down on the bench with this man.
"So what's wrong, sweetheart?", he starts off the conversation, twisting the cap off his water to sip on.
"I don't like to vent, so it's just family issues.", I lie, making it believable.
"Alright, I just hope everything works out at the end. You know, I learned that it's better to love family from a distance. It's the only way.", he says.
"Yeah, you're right. Why did you wanted to stop and talk to me? I'm nobody important.", The question grabs his attention, making him look at me with a bamboozled facial expression.
"You're very very beautiful, okay? A woman who is beautiful immediately catches my attention like no other. Plus you're the girl that had that Lamborghini that Drake bought you, right?", he asked.
I looked over to him in shock and nodded my head slowly up and down.
"It's fine.", he chuckles, "I'm not here to break up a happy home."
"Happy?", I scoffed, folding my arms, "We're not married, we're just in a relationship."
"Cherish it while you have it.", I looked over at his left hand and noticed that he didn't have a ring on his finger. Still a win-lose situation.
"I had a wife. No kids, no nothing. It was good until we divorced. Until she cheated on me and I found out the child wasn't mines..", his voice croaked. I looked at him in pity, feeling bad for him as he fiddled with the bottle.
"That's fucked up. How did you find out the child wasn't yours?", I say interested, taking a swing of the fresh water.
"Well, it was one night I found out the little boy drowned in the bathtub when she wasn't paying attention. We took him to the hospital and he was in stable confusion, but he needed a blood transfusion. I gave blood but I wasn't a match and I was not the father. The other man was.", he vents.
"I treated that little boy like he was my own and the man she cheated on me with was my boss.", he admitted. I scooted over to him and placed my hand on his back to rub it.
"You dodged a bullet, love.", I grinned as he looked at me, "There are plenty other women out there that you could probably pull. I hate this happened to you."
"Thank you.", he says, "I wasted two years of marriage and everything was a lie. I rather just focus on myself and my work."
"Where do you work?", I raised a brow.
"Oh, I'm a doctor and a lawyer. Maintaining two jobs isn't hard, it's all about time management. I make enough money."
"That's good! See, nothing bad.", I giggled.
"Well, what's up with you and Mr. Drizzy Drake?", he asked.
"We're fine. My birthday was yesterday so we had a whole birthday for me. It was nice and I enjoyed myself."
"Happy belated birthday, sweetheart.", he smiled to show off his bright white teeth, "Well like I said, I'm Christian and here's my number if you ever need anything."
He hands me a piece of white paper with his business number and I looked on the back to see his personal cell number that was written. I smiled and locked him in my phone, shooting him a text so he can lock me in.
"ARIANA!", I heard a loud voice echo and I looked over to see Aubrey in an expression of anger, "I've been looking for you, why haven't you answered my texts or calls?"
"I was busy wit-"
"And who the hell is this?", he pointed to Christian.
"One, I'm not about to make a scene out here with you Aubrey cause we got shit to talk about when we get home.", I stood up in front of him.
"No, we gone talk about this shit right here since you wanna flirt with another nigga i'm front of my face!", he assumed. I turned my head to the side, scoffing.
"Says the nigga who hasn't been honest with me from the very first beginning of this relationship.", I debated.
"What the hell you talking about, Ariana?", he questions with a confused facial expression.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about you untruthful trifiling ass hoe!", I snapped.
"Watch yo mouth before I say some shit I'm gone regret.", he pointed his index finger in my face and I pushed it away from me. Christian just sat there, looking like a lost puppy and hopeless, scared perhaps of me being aggressive.
"This is my doctor, Aubrey!", I made up something, "Dr. Christian, I am so sorry. I will make another appointment with you sooner or later. I have to go.", I say, grabbing my purse off the bench and saying goodbye to him,
I walked away as fast as I could to my Lambo that was at least two minutes away from the park. Aubrey was following me and blabbering his mouth. I tried my best to ignore him, but I was about to snap even harder.
Arriving to my Lamborghini, I tried my best to unlock the door but he blocked the handle with his hand.
"What the fuck is your problem?!", he traps me with both of his arms on opposite sides.
"You!", I shoved him out my face, "Why didn't you tell me you could possibly be Bernice's baby father?!", I scream. He looks at me, silent as I ever seen him be. Ha, I hit a nerve.
"I-so you didn't meet-"
"Nope.", I cut him off, "I talked to Bernice and she told me everything. Time frame, allat. I saw the receipts. So you caught nigga. I don't want shit to do with you right now. Why wouldn't you tell me that shit, Aubrey?!"
"I-I didn't feel like it was important.", he choked up, "She was cut off and she kicked me out. For sure, I know that baby can't be mine."
"You're saying that like it makes it any better when it doesn't. I'm gonna ask you one and one time only.. is it a possibility that you could be that her baby father?", I asked sternly. He just looks down at the ground with his hands in his pockets.
"You know what, I don't wanna hear it. Fuck. You.", I gritted.
"So what happens next Ariana?! You're gonna leave after all I bought for you?!", he looks up but I don't respond, "Alright, you just tell me whatever you want me to do, and that's what I'll do!"
"Well, first, I suggest you pack your toothbrush. And then I want you to get your shaving kit, your underwear, your prophylactics if you think you need them and get yo' ass out!", I reply.
"And go where, Ari?!"
"TO HELL!", I screamed louder in the parking lot, making people look at us,"But, until then, I suggest maybe the four seasons."
"I want yo' shit out by tonight.", I nudged him away and hopped in the driver side of my Lamborghini. Words couldn't describe the anger and frustration i'm in despite him not being truthful to me.
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As time goes on, I took a long drive around the city. I didn't even know where I was going but I needed to hit the road to get my mind straight. I played a lot of Post Malone, Roy Woods, and Eli Sostre music as is.
I had tears running down my cheeks once again, ruining my makeup. Some of my friends texted me to see if I was okay but I only replied to some with dry texts. I finally arrived home and parked my car in the driveway. I noticed Aubrey's car was gone.
It didn't bother me. I walked inside the house and went upstairs to see only my things in the closet and in the drawers as well.
I walked into the bathroom to run some hot water. I rolled up four blunts so I can smoke this pain away. After my tub was full, I turned of the water. I connected my music to the speaker to play the rest of my playlist.
I applied my black bonnet and undressed myself completely naked. I stepped in the tub and laid back into the tub. Grabbing my blunt, I sparked it, beginning to take huge hits while looking up at the ceiling.
Overthinking and making up fake scenarios fucked up my head too much. I thought about too much "what if's" and "this might happen". Trying to out focus the negativity in situations is hard because I trust my instincts. I'm not crazy.
Don't get me wrong, I love Aubrey, but I needed to break this off until he gets a DNA test for Bernice's child. I honestly don't know where he went, probably back to Toronto or LA. Either or, I didn't give a fuck about none of that shit. I needed him out.
How can you be a real nigga when you can't even be truthful your damn self? I leaned back more, sparking my second blunt after I was finished with the first one. I'm emotionally broken that he would do this, but honestly, I don't know if he's the father or not.
If this is his baby, I'm washing my hands clean from this relationship for good. If it's not.. I'm still gone beat his ass cause like.. why?
"Alright, it's time for me to get out.", I say to myself as I spent twenty minutes relaxing in the tub. I dried myself off and did my hygiene. I did my facial care before grabbing my tray of blunts and other belongings.
I slipped on a pajama shirt with some black dolphin 🐬 qshorts. I went downstairs and made me a sandwich. I grabbed some water and walked over to the living room.
I decided to watch cartoons for the night since I didn't want to interact with anybody. I laid down relaxed, turning on the tv and watched Courage The Cowardly Dog.
After my little smoke session, I felt a little of the high getting in my system. I was calming myself down as usual. I giggled at a funny part of Courage getting scared by his own shadow.
Next thing you know, I hear a door knock. I rolled my eyes and got up off the couch, walking over to the door. I opened it and I gasp, my heart dropping down my stomach as I see the person in my doorway.
"D-Dave?", I stuttered. I wanted to ask him how he found out where I lived but I didn't sweat it. I had too much shit on my mind already.
"Yeah, hey Ari. I just want to talk. No drama or lashing out. May I come in?", he asked.
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"I-yeah.", I stepped to the side to let him walk in. He looked upset with his head his head down. I locked the door behind him and let him sit in across from me instead of beside me.
"Yo' place nice. You really outdid yo'self with this.", he compliments.
"Thank you.", I say dryly, grabbing the third blunt from my tray, lighting it up with my bic. He faces me as I took a pull, blowing my white cloud in the air.
"Pass it?", he asks and I just slowly narrow my eyes down at him lazily.
"Never mind, I got my own.", I watched as he reached out in his pocket, grabbing a blunt that's a little thicker than mine. I didn't make a big deal out of him cause arguing about small shit was the last thing on my mind.
"What brings you here?", I asked him like a queen on a throne.
"Bernice told me that she met up with you earlier today to tell you about Aubrey. She told me it wasn't no fights but you were sad."
"Tuh.", I scoffed before taking another pull of my blunt, "Yeah I did. She gave me a gift. I'm sorry for bussing her in the back of her head that that.", I said insincerely.
"I know you don't mean that, but thanks. How you been, though?"
"I've been me.", I shrugged smugly.
"Ariana, I know you sad. I don't want to choke you, fuck you, shoot up your house or nothing. I want to be civilized and be on good terms.", I rolled my eyes at his fake ass plead.
"Dave, look. I forgive you for everything you've done to me even though it was physically harmful. You tried beating my ass and killing me, but I forgive you. If I don't forgive you and you die one of these days, I'll be wrong as hell for not fixing shit.", I admit but he looks up at me with puppy eyes.
"Crazy cause YG told me that yesterday.", he says, taking a few pulls of his blunt.
"It's the only way. You block your blessings from shit like that.", I advised. He roughly rubbed his twists in frustration and I can peep the silver married band he had. I huffed before his attention was on me again.
I know I shouldn't have let him come into my house, but he would've probably shoot it up. My realtor was successful in buying me this pretty ass house for me.
"Well, what if I say that we should start over and be friends?", he leans back against the couch cushion.
"Dave, we can be civil and cordial only. I don't want to be friends. Just cool and that's it. Me and you had horrible moments, but I don't want to be in that predicament right now. I already have other shit to worry about. I'm sorry.", I confessed.
He looks down at the table for a minute before I watch him walking over towards me.
"If that's the case.", he throws his blunt in my face, causing a burn to my right cheek. His hand his wrapped around my neck, squeezing it like he was squeezing an orange.
I couldn't help but to cough & try to punch and kick my way out. He was too strong for me and he carried me by my neck, hitting my back and the back of my head against the wall. He lifts me up with his dark demonic eyes looking into mine, laughing as he enjoys me caught from and gasping for hair.
"D-dave! Y-you're hurting-", I squealed as he squeezes a little harder.
"I'm hurting you? Aw, I don't give not one fucks about you hurting dumb ass bitch.", he grunts, "You gone unblock me from all yo shit and if you don't-"
"NO!", I retaliated. He looks at me in a huh reaction.
"What the fuck you just said?", he asked.
"I said no you weak ass bastard and wimp of a man!", I protested. Next thing you know, his fist connected with my left eye and he slams my body on the floor. I laid there on my side, choking on my spit and trying to breathe, holding my neck as I lay there helplessly.
"Now I'll leave you alone, and I hope that nigga Drake is the father so I'll leave Bernice ass and come fucking with you everyday.", I hear him clenched as I felt him spit on me. I also heard him get his blunt and made his exit out the door.
I regret fucking with this nigga with everything in me.