Page 41 of Pieces of Us

“I know I wasn’t the best person, Hemi, but I would think our friendship would hold some type of weight, even if the marriage part was fugazi.”

“You stopped being my friend long before the forced marriage. Let’s not forget how you played my sister.”

“BB didn’t even want—Listen. I didn’t call to argue or bring up bad history. My father is dying, and you’re the only person I know that can help him. Please, Nehemiah, he’s all I have left.”

I scoffed. “I really can’t stand you, D. You got balls as big as King Kong to ask me for fucking favors when you just tried to ruin my life. The only reason I’m even considering pulling up is because that’s my father’s best friend. Otherwise, I’d tell you and him to go the fuck to hell with your ancestors. Get off my line. I’ll be there when I get there.” I hung up on her and shook my fucking head.

It was funny how the same person who did me wrong was the same person to turn around and need me. I didn’t expect karma to come so soon, but I wasn’t mad about it. Diana deserved whatever came to her. However, I knew what losing a parent felt like. The shit was a different kind of hurt that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. In this case, Diana was that enemy. Even though I didn’t want to help her raggedy ass, I wouldn’t be the asshole I wanted to be.

Focusing back on my computer, I didn’t realize I was frowning so deep that I was making my head hurt. My mind drifted to my daughter…my daughter.

I had no clue how I was even functioning with this information on my head and heart. I had no idea how she was going to react to me or if Morgan even told her about me. I always felt like there was more to our love story. I would get these weird dreams about us being married and having a family. I saw us with three children, traveling the world, and just living our lives the way that we planned. I would have these weird cravings and potent desires to find her. On those days, I searched social media and around neighborhood I knew she lived in. When I went to her father’s church, even that was vacant. He had moved it but never updated the site on the new location. Now I saw why.

That Steve Harvey, toupee-wearing motherfucka wasn’t trying to be found. I knew asking my father was a no go because he and Victor Wilson desperately wanted me to marry Diana’s conniving ass, so he wouldn’t have helped me. This shit was crazy, and I was nervous about meeting my own seed.

The tap on my door had me yelling for whoever it was to enter. Silvia, the receptionist, poked her head inside the door.

“Sorry to bother you, Dr. Newson, but you have a Morgan Prescott here to see you.”

How ironic that I was just thinking about her pretty ass and the child she kept away from me.

“Send her back, Sil. Thank you.”

She nodded and walked away. A minute later, heaven opened up its gates and allowed God’s angel to walk through my door. The emotions I felt just looking at her had me running my palm down my face to clear the sadness I felt.

My eyes scanned her from her to toe. Not much had changed about her. She just gained a little weight, but she still had those runner thighs, blemish-free brown sugar skin, dreamy eyes, and pouty lips. I was now witnessing the adult Morgan, and she looked oh so fucking delectable.

I stood from my chair, venturing over to her before I closed the door and locked it. She looked up at me, and instantly, our foreheads connected. My arms went around her waist as hers came around my neck. No words were spoken when her lips touched mine and we indulged in a passionate kiss, one that conveyed so many words that were left unspoken. Our tongues fought for control as I backed her against the wall.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

My hands went to her plump ass and squeezed it. My dick was growing impatient, trying to burst through the seams of my scrubs.

Calm down, nigga, she’s married, but you don’t give a fuck for real.

I had to talk myself out of laying her on my love seat and fucking all the memories we shared back into her head. I released her as she wiped the corners of her lips and stared at me. I stepped back and cleared my throat.

“What brings you by?”

“Um, I came to talk to you about Megan. Your daughter. I already told her about you—”

“You did?”

She nodded. “Last night.”

My heart skipped a beat and nervousness filled my belly. “And?”

“She says she doesn’t mind meeting with you and joked about having two rich daddies.” She smiled lightly.

I scoffed and walked back over to my desk to take a seat. I hated this. I didn’t want to be upset about this, but another nigga playing daddy to my kid didn’t sit well with me. That was supposed to be my job, my role, but here I was on the outside trying to figure out how I would fit in.

“Nehemiah, I love you—”

I shook my head. “Don’t say that, Mo. You can’t possibly love me like you say you do while being married to another man.”

“It wasn’t my decision. In the beginning I was lost, confused, and didn’t want to raise my daughter alone. So, I allowed myself to feel something for Justin. It took me almost six years to love him. I had to mentally block you out of my mind because the more I thought of you, the more depressed I became. I had to make it work with him, Hemi, but I swear to you, I never loved him like I love you.”

“So, what does any of this mean? You’re ready to leave that nigga for me?”

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