Page 49 of He Snatched My Soul

Twenty minutes later, we were ringing the bell of Jamian’s parents' home. My palms were sweaty, and my heart raced in my chest. The last time I was here, Jamian and I were at each other’s necks. Not to mention, his parents didn’t know that we knew each other. Fast forward, his dad is the only one that knows we have been messing around. That’s because his son spilled the beans when at the time, we weren’t officially together, but was just fucking. I guess we were in a relationship way before I knew anything about it.

“Why are you so nervous, Juicy? It’s not like my people don’t know you,” Jamian said to me as we waited for someone to answer the door.

“That’s different. They know me as an employee of the company. Not as your girlfriend. Big difference. Who's to saythey won’t approve of us dating because I work for your dad.” I was having doubts.

“Fuck is you on, shorty? For one, I don’t give a fuck who doesn’t approve of it. You’re my lady, who is carrying my baby and one day will become my wife. That’s all that matters right now.” He kissed my lips.

“Talk your shit, Big Bless.” I was turned on.

“Look at you, getting all hot and shit with yo’ freaky ass. We can go do a quicky in the truck, baby. You know I don’t mind beating that pussy up.” Jamian was talking dirty.

“As tempting as that sounds, I am not trying to have your family think that I’m some hood rat sleeping with their son outside of their home. Let’s save that until we get back to your place.”

“Say less.” He smacked me on the ass.

I heard the locks click before Ms. Paulette opened the door with a big smile when she saw us. Looking between us, her eyes dropped to our intertwined hands. They expanded in shock. Her reaction was comical.

“I knew it! I just knew it! Get in here! The way y’all two acted at the last dinner when you were here together, I could tell it was something more.” Ms. Paulette stepped to the side to let us in.

I heard footsteps behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Julius walking towards us. He knew about Jamian and me as well.

“Hey, Modesty. It’s good to see you.” Julius pulled me into a hug. “I hope this knucklehead is treating you well, sis. If not, let me know, and I will beat his ass.”

“Nigga, the only way you could beat me is if I had one hand tied behind my back. Now, get your hands off my girl.” Jamian playfully pushed his brother.

“But on a serious note, I think you need to get to the kitchen.”

I didn’t miss the look Julius gave his brother, as well as Ms. Paulette.

“Hey, why don’t we head into the main dining room, and I’ll bring you all something to drink,”Ms. Paulette attempted to intervene.

“Nah, what’s the deal? Why y’all acting all strange and shit?” Jamian wasn’t feeling the vibe.

“Bro, look. Anastasia is here. I just got here myself. I was about to call you until I saw you was already here.”

Hearing that Jamian’s ex was here made me want to turn around and leave because I didn’t want to act a fool in his parent’s home, but the hood bitch in me wanted to go in there and beat that hoe’s ass. Jamian told me about the conversation that they had and how she tried to suck his dick. Bitch, move on.

“What the hell is she doing here? Man, Juicy, I promise I didn’t know anything about this.”

“I believe you. But I’m letting you know now, if she tries to come at me, it’s going to be a problem.” I let him know.

“It won’t get that far. I don’t need you fighting in your condition,” he whispered the last part in my ear.

Taking me by the hand, Jamian led me through the living room and into the kitchen. The food distracted me because it smelled so good, and I was ready to eat. I was only a few weeks pregnant, but since finding out, I swear it was like my appetite shot through the roof.

Sitting at the kitchen island, Mrs. Armstrong and Anastasia were both drinking a glass of what I assumed to be wine.

“Ma, what is this?” Jamian made our presence known.

“Hey, son. Modesty? How are you darling? I didn’t know that you were coming. It's good to see you. I want you to meet Anastasia. She’s Jamian's girlfriend,” Mrs. Armstrong introduced us after she gave me a hug. I could see the smirk onthat hoe’s face when she realized who I was. She knew what was up.

“That bitch ain’t shit to me! The fuck is you doing here, shorty?” Jamian boiled with anger. By this time, his brother and Mr. Armstrong had walked into the kitchen and caught the action.

“Boy, you better watch your mouth. And why are you speaking to her like that?” His mother sassed.

“My bad, Mama. But we are not together, and she knows that.” His nostrils flared.

Anastasia stood quietly at the kitchen island as she stared down into her wine glass in shame. I wanted to reach over and smack the shit out of her, but I let my man handle the situation. I trusted Jamian, and I believed he wouldn’t lie to me.

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