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“Voyage.”

“I…I have to tell you something.”

Baela rubbed my head and then my face.

“What cousin. Tell me what’s wrong? You pregnant?”

I shook my head.

“He…He…I think he did the same thing to me.”

“Jovani? Wait, I’m lost. Who is he? Did what?”

I was silently letting her process what I’d said. Baela’s eyes grew big, and then she scooted away from me. She looked from my stomach to my face and back to my stomach.

“Dutton. He did the same thing to me. I didn’t talk to you for that one year because-

“You were pregnant.”

“And I think he set me up, too, like he did Amanda.”

Chapter9

Jovani (Von) Bendetti

“So what you do again, Von?”

Tapping my finger on the kitchen counter, I released a heavy sigh. Not only was my brother pissing me off by asking me to repeat what the fuck I’d just told him but, I was also spazzing the fuck out on the inside.

“See you got your woman so you don’t give a fuck. That’s why you barely listening. Y’all over there like the Huxtables doing skin facials and shit,” I spewed.

Girl pointed to her ear as she sat the bottle on the counter. I’d taken her to get them pierced the day after my grandma caught me fucking on the beach and the rock sized diamonds in her ear that cost me twenty bands had been her favorite new thing. When I had them done, she hadn’t flinched, which led me to believe this kid was of a different breed. I’d been cleaning them with solution daily, and they seemed to heal just fine. We were chilling, so she was in a tan onesie and a matching tan bow in the center of her head. Her curly hair was popping since I used a new product on her hair. It was some shit I’d seen in Voyage’s bathroom and since her curls always looked and smelled good, I went and copped us some.

“Man it ain’t shit like that. I’m just shocked by the entire ordeal. A few weeks ago I was just on your ass about keeping your dick to yourself until we clear out our enemies and now, your ass ready to propose,” Jeo cackled.

Using my shoulder to prop my phone to my ear, I picked up girl and headed to her bedroom. I’d turned the one nearest to my room into hers. She’d acquired a custom room in just a few weeks. Since we were on the beach, the interior designer I hired saw it fitting to do her a Finding Nemo-themed room. Stepping into the space, there was murals of different scenes in the movie painted on the wall, a net hanging from the ceiling housing stuffed fishes, a white crib plus a matching full sized bed, dressers, a vanity, a slew of fucking toys and a whole bunch of clothes so she can drip like her daddy. Girl was spoiled fucking rotten and I wouldn’t have it no other way.

After placing her on the dresser, I retrieved an ear swab and her solution. Once I pressed the swab in the solution, I proceeded to carefully clean her left earring.

“Now you going too fucking far with the proposing shit. That’s your ass. All I’m saying is, I love her and the–”

I looked down at Girl who was deep in my mouth, hanging on to every word. She wasn’t talking yet but, I didn’t want her to pick up any bad habits just in case she did decide to speak the fuck up.

“I love the coochie too. She cool to kick it with and be having me falling asleep on the phone type shit.”

“Damn. I thought I’d never see the day. So, what’s the problem?”

“See, you're not listening. The problem is, I told her I loved her and that I wanted her to move in, and she hasn’t responded.”

“Okay, so how long has it been since you sent the text?”

Looking at my watch, I counted the hours.

“Bout twenty hours.”

“You counting the seconds? Yeah nigga, you sprung.”

I wasn’t going to deny the shit. I’d had pussy from all over and have had my fair share of pretty women. Shit, before I became a daddy, I was up in The Pleasure Pad weekly. To conclude I got bitches. Had plenty of bitches. None of them had a hold on me like Fine Shyt.

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