I roll out of bed the following day, excited. Xoi is streaming today, so he’s getting ready to go to the apartment he rents downtown. He walks into the room fully dressed and kisses me on the cheek.
“Goodbye, my heart.” He rubs my tummy. “And my little heart.”
I smile as he leans in and kisses me on the lips before pulling away.
“Goodbye. Have a great day at work,” I tell him.
“Thank you, I will,” he says with a wink before walking out.
Once he’s gone, I head to the bathroom, pull my hair into a loose bun, wash my face, and brush my teeth. As I pass the floor-length mirror, I stop and examine my still-flat stomach, knowing it will be round in a few months.
“I wonder what it’ll look like?” I murmur to myself.
A brilliant idea comes to mind, so I rush back into the room, grab a pillow, and stuff it under my t-shirt. I turn from side to side, admiring the fake bump.
“It suits you.”
I jump and shriek, then freeze when I see Jaden’s face. I march over and punch him.
“Hey, no beating up, Oni Chan,” Jaden says, laughing.
“Did you let yourself in? I could’ve been naked!” I scolded him.
“And nobody wants to see that,” he retorts.
I roll my eyes and pull the pillow out from under my shirt.
“Your man-child let us in. He assured me you’d just woken up. You always sleep in pajamas, so I knew you wouldn’t be naked,” he continues.
“Habits change… Wait, ‘let us in’? Who’s ‘us’?” I ask.
“Just Brin and me. Calm down.”
“Where is she?”
As if on cue, Brin bursts through the door. “Onee Chan, you look beautiful! You’re glowing already.”
“Not as much as you,” I reply honestly.
“Oh, this? I’m just well moisturized. Plus, I have the best boyfriend ever. Frederico ran me a bath this morning, lathered me up, and washed me off. Then he cooked me breakfast. Ugh, I’m so in love.”
I roll my eyes. “He does too much. I swear he has a second family somewhere. He’s hiding something.”
She scoffs. “Don’t hate because your man-child doesn’t know how to treat you.”
“He’s 21 and not a man-child. Plus, he’s going to be the father of your niece or nephew—you should respect him,” I snap in Xoi’s defense.
“Don’t remind us,” Jaden mutters.
“Let’s go to the kitchen. I need coffee to deal with this double-team effort,” I say.
We all head to the kitchen and plop down on the stools.
“So, where was he off to?” Jaden asks, still referring to Xoi.
“Work,” I answer.
“Is that what he calls playing video games? Imoto he needs a real job. You’re about to have a baby,” Jaden argues.
“What he said is right,” Brin adds.
I sigh. “Guys, I need you to support Xoi and me. I love him.”
“You think you love him.”
“I know my own heart, Brin—” I pause as her phone rings, cutting me off.
“Hold that thought. It’s my honey.”
I roll my eyes as she answers.
“Hey, Hachimitsu! Yeah, I’m at Amaija’s… I miss you too… I’ll be home around five. I have some shopping to do… I love you too. I can’t wait until you do that thing tonight with your tongue.”
I’ve heard enough. I walk to the coffeepot and pour myself a cup. By the time I return, she’s off the phone.
“You and Frederico are almost as bad as Mom and Dad,” I tell her.
“Nobody’s as bad as Mom and Dad,” she counters.
“You’re getting there.”
“You’re just hating because your man is lame, and Oni Chan is hating because he’s single,” Brin fires back.
Jaden laughs, but I don’t find it funny. They act like Xoi treats me poorly. Sure, he doesn’t run baths for me, but I can do that myself.
“Speaking of our parents, have you told them?” Jaden asks, changing the subject.
“No, I just got back last night. I’ll tell them on Sunday.”
“Is that a good idea? All the aunts, uncles, and cousins will be there,” Brin points out.
Oh no. If I tell everyone at once, I’ll be bombarded with questions.
“Shit, I forgot they’re coming this Sunday. I’ll just call Mom. I’m sure I can visit them on Friday.” I grab my phone.
“I’d wait a day to call them,” Jaden suggests as I scroll through my contacts.
“Why? Today’s Tuesday today. Mom will have plenty of time to plan.”
“Dad just got back last night.”
“Shit.”
Too late. The phone rings, and Mom answers, panting.
“Hello, honey.”
“Mom, I’m sorry—I can call back,” I say quickly.
Giggling, Mom replies, “Stop that, I’m on the phone. Ah—no, sweetie, it’s fine. I can talk.”
She and Dad are having sex right now, aren’t they? Ugh, why didn’t I listen to Jaden? I groan as she giggles again.
“Akachan, you were saying?”
“Uh, I have some news about Xoi and me.”
“Did you finally break up?”
“No, Mom—not you too! I thought you liked him.”
“I do, sweetie, just not for you,” she says sharply.
What is with my entire family hating on my baby’s father? I exhale sharply as she giggles again.
“Hanibanchi, stop it.”
“Mom, can you stop humping Dad for a second?”
“Zayne, our daughter needs our full attention.”
“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Dad chimes in.
I sigh. “Nothing. Just wanted to let you know I’m coming over on Friday with Xoi.”
“Okay, baby. See you then. Love you,” Mom says simply.
“Love you too,” Dad adds.
“I love you guys too,” I mutter before hanging up.
Brin and Jaden burst into laughter.
“You could’ve done more to warn me,” I grumble.
“I tried,” Jaden says.
“They’re over 50. You’d think they’d stop humping like rabbits,” I complain.
“I, for one, think it’s beautiful. I hope Frederico and I are like that,” Brin defends them.
“You only think that because you didn’t walk in on them at your college graduation,” I retort.
Brin shrugs. “They love each other.”
“I love Xoi, and we aren’t like that,” I say, still annoyed.
“That’s the problem,” Brin shoots back.
“Don’t start. We both have demanding jobs,” I argue.
They exchange a look but stay silent.
“He doesn’t just play, okay? He has to edit videos and market himself,” I continue.
“Whatever you say, babe. I’ve gotta go—I have a shoot in thirty minutes,” Brin says nonchalantly.
She kisses me goodbye, and Jaden stands too. “I’m leaving as well. Meeting Dad at two.”
“Okay. Love you both.”
After they leave, I plop onto the sofa, exhausted from defending Xoi. Why can’t they just love him because I do? I rub my stomach—a new habit whenever I need comfort.
“Hey, baby, don’t listen to your aunt and uncle. Daddy isn’t bad. Daddy loves Mommy, and he works hard.”
Smiling, I grab my laptop and decide to get some work done.
I hop off my bike and jog up the stairs to my apartment building. Another eviction notice is taped to the door. I grunt, rip it off, crumple it, and hurl it downstairs.
Fumbling for my keys, I unlock the door—only to hear loud moans echoing inside.
“What the fuck?” I storm toward the bedroom and yank the door open.
My best friend, Greg, is balls-deep in my girlfriend.
“Are you two serious?”
Greg jumps off her. “Eriq, I thought you were in Jersey with your folks.”
“Since you’re fucking my woman in my apartment,” I snap, clenching my fists.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Greg stammers.
“Do I look stupid to you?”
“I don’t know why you’re lying to him, babe,” Nami says, wrapping her arms around him.
My chest tightens. “Babe?”
“I’m sick of this, Eriq. A real man needs to take care of his woman,” she sneers.
“I tried. I’m trying,” I say, anxiety creeping in.
“Not hard enough. The last painting you sold was three months ago. There’s an eviction notice on our door every month.”
My blood boils. “You know what? You’re right. So get the fuck out.”
“What?” Nami blinks.
“I can’t take care of you, so grab your shit and leave.”
“We’ve been best friends forever. You’re not gonna end that over some chick,” Greg argues.
“Fuck you. Get out too.”
“Where am I supposed to go?” Nami whines.
“I don’t care, but you sure as hell aren’t staying here.”
She turns to Greg.
“Hey, don’t look at me,” he says.
I snatch my keys. “Next time you fuck someone, make sure he can pay your rent.”
I storm out, slamming the door behind me.
How long has this been going on? We’ve only been together for two years. I’ve been begging my parents for money to keep a roof over our heads, and she’s fucking my best friend in my bed.
Outside, I scream, “Fuck!” and punch the air.
My life is shit right now. Broke. Single. My paintings aren’t selling.
I can’t catch a fucking break.
We pull up to my parents’ house on Friday. Xoi brought Mom roses and Dad a bottle of scotch. I take a deep breath before getting out of the car.
“It’ll be fine, baby. Relax,” Xoi assures me.
I chuckle nervously. Where did he get the idea that they love him? They tolerate him, but not us together.
He takes my hand, and we walk to the door. I ring the bell—I have a key, but I’m not risking walking in on my parents mid-romp.
No answer. I press it again.
Finally, Juliet, the maid, opens the door. “Ms. Amaija! So good to see you.”
I hug her. “You too. Where are Mom and Dad?”
“Upstairs. They’ll be down soon.”
We head to the living room.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Juliet asks.
“Water is fine.”
“Water?” Mom glides in, looking flawless. I’m surprised she’s so put together.
“Yes, water. I do drink water, Mom.”
“Amaija, I pushed you out of my body. The only time you drink water is when you’re sick.” She feels my forehead. “Are you sick?”
“No, Mom. Stop making me sound like a drunk, and don’t baby me in front of my boyfriend.”
She glances at Xoi. “Xoi, I didn’t see you there.”
“Hi, Mom,” he says.
I cringe. Why did he say that?
“Xoi, are you married to my daughter?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Then it’s Mrs. Klein for you.”
“Mom—”
“Let’s go. Your father’s waiting in the sunroom for your news.”
We follow her. Dad pulls her onto his lap the second we enter.
“My love, your lips get sweeter every day,” he murmurs.
“Only because you nourish them,” she purrs back.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t make me throw up.”
“Baby girl, you’re lovely,” Dad says, finally noticing me.
“Yes, she’s glowing,” Mom adds.
I hug Dad and sit across from them. Mom stays perched on his lap.
“So, what’s this big news?” Mom asks.
“Yeah, baby girl,” Dad echoes.
“Um… so…” I hesitate.
“Speak properly and with confidence. Are you ashamed?” Mom prods.
I glare at her. “I’m pregnant.”
Mom gasps. “Oh my God, you’re going to be a mother! That’s beautiful!” She pulls me into a hug.
“You’re happy?” I ask, stunned.
“Of course! I’m going to be a grandma!”
“But I’m not married.”
“Okay? I wasn’t married when I had Jaden.”
“Xoi’s so young, and he doesn’t have a stable job.”
“Babe?” Xoi looks hurt.
“That’s your choice, love,” Mom says casually.
I slump into the chair. “Dad?”
“I’m happy as long as you’re happy.”
“What is with you two? Your daughter comes here unmarried and pregnant by someone barely an adult, and you’re happy?”
“Baby, isn’t this good?” Xoi asks.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Xoi, can we speak to our daughter alone?” Mom says.
He nods and leaves.
Mom sits beside me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Dad takes the other side.
I look at her, and all my fears spill out. “Mom, I’m scared.”
She hugs me. “I was 21 when I had your brother, and I was terrified,d too. You’ll be a great mom.”
“What about Xoi? He’s only 21.”
“Baby, I was 21. Your dad was 22. He’ll be a great father.”
“What if he isn’t? He doesn’t have a stable job.”
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t need his money—just his presence.”
“Yeah, baby girl. You have us,” Dad adds.
“And if he slacks off, I’ll cut him,” Mom jokes.
I laugh, wiping tears. “Okay, Mom. Put away the knife.”
“We love you.”
We hug, then call Xoi back in to join us.
I wave goodbye to Amaija and sigh.
“You okay, my love?” Zayne asks, pulling me onto his lap.
“I’m worried about Amaija.”
“We raised her to be strong. She’ll be fine.”
“I don’t think Xoi is right for her,” I admit.
He kisses my neck. “She has to make her own mistakes—like you did.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s been 30 years. You’re still not over the Danuel thing?”
He nips my neck, making me shiver. “He stole two years of my time. Of course I’m not over it.”
“Jealous and petty since day one,” I tease.
“And you’ve been turned on by it since day one,” he counters before kissing me deeply.
“You’re lucky you’re a good kisser.”
“Race you to the bed,” he smirks.
I jump up, but he catches me in two steps, swings me over his shoulder, and carries me to the bedroom.
“Let’s go, my love."
AmaijaI sit by the fridge with a pile of food laid out before me. It's after midnight. Xoi is streaming late, so he'll probably sleep at his office tonight. I woke up starving; this little one keeps me on my toes. Thankfully, my morning sickness has passed now, but these nighttime hunger surges have come to replace it."You're a greedy one, aren't you?" I scoop another chunk of ice cream into my mouth, savoring the taste."My heart..." I jump at the sound of his voice. He's talked to me about having these nighttime meals, but he's not the one carrying his big-headed baby, and Mama's gotta eat. I turn my face to the side to hide, then scoop another spoonful of ice cream and swallow it. Xoi laughs as he walks up to me."Babe, we talked about this; the doctor doesn't recommend it," he says."Babe, you don't want our child to starve, do you? The little one wants ice cream," I tell him."I think Mommy is the one who wants ice cream," he replies."And Mommy gets what she wants," I say back.
AmaijaAn hour later, we are walking through the mall downtown. Zara bought a couple of lingerie pieces and a teddy bear for the baby. She's also purchased a couple of gender-neutral baby clothes that look too cute to pass up. A little exhausted and hungry, we stop at an ice cream stand to get two cones."So, do you think Jaden will be happy if I show up in a trench coat and lingerie?" She's not yet done with her 'Jaden questions.' I sigh."What if you show up and he has someone over?" I ask.She shrugs, "I would just leave.""Wouldn't it break your heart?""No, I'm not in love with him... I'm just trying to see what that mouth does," she replies.I groan. "That is my brother, so I don't want to know that." She laughs."All of y'all are nasty, Mom and dad, Brin, you, every single one of y'all." She is still laughing as something, or someone, catches my eyes. I tilt my head to the side, staring at the person who looks a lot like Xoi. He's walking with someone, and his hands are around a
Amaija“Oni-chan!” I whine. It’s been a week since I found out Xoi is a two-timing piece of shit. Since then, Jaden has discovered that the apartment Xoi films in—well, I own it. He bought it with my money, signed my name on the mortgage, and lives there with his girlfriend of five years.I was the queen of idiots in this relationship, but the worst part is that I miss him. How do I miss someone who lied to me and used me? I feel the tears coming again, but I push them away. He’s not worth my tears.“Oni-chan,” I call Jaden again.“Imoto?! Are you okay?”“Yeah, can you pass me the remote?” He frowns but grabs it.“Imoto, I have a lot of work to do,” he tells me.“Oni-chan, I need a hug.” He sighs, sits beside me on the couch, and pulls me into his comforting arms. After a moment, he pulls away slowly.“We changed the locks on your apartment,” he informs me.“Good.”“We also served them an eviction notice,” Jaden adds.“Good. I can’t believe he was such a piece of shit.” Jaden bites his
AmaijaI’m lying on the couch in my apartment. It’s been a month since I moved back in, and all I do is go to work, come home, and watch movies. My family keeps bugging me to go out, but why would I? Everything can be delivered nowadays—everything except a man, that is. But I’m off those for the next few years.It’s Saturday, and I’m in the middle of my routine: ice cream and N*****x. I chuckle at a joke on the TV when the doorbell starts ringing. Ugh. I know it’s someone from my annoying family. They mean well, but trying to drag me out of the house every weekend isn’t helping.Ding dong! Ding dong!I turn up the TV; they’ll leave eventually.Ding dong! Ding dong!My phone starts ringing. I ignore it. It vibrates—a text from Brin. Ugh, not her. Anyone but her. She and Federico just got engaged, and while I’m happy for her, I can’t show it right now.“Open the door before I break it down, sis!” Brin yells from outside. I read the message, groan, and shuffle to my feet. Stomping to the
EriqI sit naked, my balls freezing, as this man pays me to pose for him. How are we in the same profession, yet he can afford to pay someone while I can barely cover rent?“Higher—lift your leg higher,” Pavlo instructs.“This is as high as it goes, Pavlo,” I reply. He scowls, stands, and walks over, leaning in close.“Hey, hey, no touching,” I remind him.He smirks. “Having fantasies about me, Enrique?”“It’s Eriq, asshole. You’re the one paying to stare at my ass,” I glare back.“True, your body is a work of art. Now spread it wider.”“This doesn’t feel right. I already feel a cold draft on my balls,” I complain.“And what magnifique balls they are,” Pavlo says.I want to punch him in the face, but I’m two months behind on rent, my paintings aren’t selling, and I refuse to ask my parents for money again. So I clench my fist and follow his instructions. He nods, returns to his seat, and continues painting. Another hour of torture passes before we’re done.“Splendid!” he exclaims final
Amaija“Are you sure about this?” Brin asks. I nod as we scan pages of sperm donation information. Krystel emailed me a couple of days ago. It’s been two weeks since I decided I want a baby, and so far, I’ve only told Brin.“I’m positive, Brin. Stop asking.” She sighs.“What if you meet Mr. Right, but you’re pregnant by some stranger?” she prompts.“If he’s Mr. Right, he won’t care,” I reply.“What man wouldn’t… Federico!” Brin calls her fiancé, who pops his head out of the kitchen.“Sì, bellezza?” (Yes, beauty?) He walks in and gives her a long, passionate kiss. Why did I even come here? I should’ve told Zara—we could’ve wallowed in our singleness with ice cream and N*****x.“Miele (honey), would you care if I were pregnant by another man when we met?” Brin asks.“Of course not, bellezza. You’re my soulmate. Even if you were pregnant, you’d still be mine.”“Ahh,” Brin coos before they kiss again.I roll my eyes—ugh, here they go. I should’ve picked Zara. “Can you two stop that?”“Stop
EriqI grab the painting and bolt for the door. I’m supposed to meet the buyer in ten minutes, but I was up all night finishing it and overslept. “Fuck!” I snatch it and dash out as Glen climbs the stairs.“I don’t have time for your shit today, Glen. I told you no.” I brush past him, heading down to my car—a beat-up ’98 Charger. It was Dad’s until he gave it to me at sixteen. I was so proud of it, driving it everywhere until I got my bike. I still love it, but I miss the rush of riding.I slide the painting into the backseat as Glen approaches. “Come on, it’s easy money.”“For you, maybe. I don’t want a bunch of kids with my DNA running around that I don’t even know.” Having a kid means something to me—I can’t do it carelessly just because I’m broke.“The odds of someone picking you are low. You’re a broke art school grad—not exactly the model specimen these women want,” Glen says bluntly.“Thanks for telling me I’m worthless. Now I’ve got to go.”“That’s not what I meant…” I ignore h
AmaijaOne Month Ago“We’ve been looking for a month. I don’t know why you’re so picky with donors when you aren’t that picky about who you sleep with,” Brin says. I roll my eyes as we pull into the parking lot of the latest sperm bank.“I’m making a human, not just getting off. I have to pick the perfect man,” I reply.“There’s no such thing as a perfect man,” Zara chimes in as we exit the car.“Trouble in booty-call paradise?” I ask, amused. She’s been singing a different tune lately.“Your brother’s an asshole. Can you believe he wants to sleep with other women?” Zara says.“He’s my brother, so yeah, I can believe it. He’s a great son and an even better brother, but a good boyfriend? Nope. You knew that going in, though.”“I know, but I thought—”“You thought your vagina would change him?”“No. Well, we have great sex. So why does he need other women?”“Jaden’s a manwhore. You need someone like my Federico,” Brin boasts.“Oh, will you shut the hell up about Federico already?” Zara s
AmiPanic and disbelief crash over me as Brin’s words echo in the night air. Eriq waking up right then doesn’t help. He blinks, dazed, realizing Brin and I are half-carrying him between us.“Ami?” he mumbles, glancing at Brin.My heart races. Did he hear her? How’s he going to take this? Maybe he’ll be happy—I cling to that tiny hope. It’s not the perfect moment, but I was going to tell him eventually, so maybe this is fine.“The baby,” he says, reaching out to touch my stomach.“Eriq—I was going—” I start, but he leans in and kisses me. It’s soft, warm, and sends a whirlwind of feelings through me—confusion, surprise, and something deeper. Does this mean he’s okay with it?“Eriq?” I whisper as our lips part. “Are you…”“I love you.” He smiles, resting his head on my shoulder.Relief floods me, washing away my fears. His second “I love you” tonight hits me hard—he loves me, and he’s fine with being the father. It’s like a boulder’s been lifted off my chest, and the emotions I’ve been
AmiWe stumble out of the tenth store of the day, bags in hand. I didn’t want to come out, but I’ve had a blast. Shopping and lunch with the girls felt amazing—it’s been ages since we’ve all been together like this. Now, though, I’m ready to head home and crash with my man. I wonder how he’s holding up. Dad promised to keep an eye on him, so I hope he’s okay.“Where should we go now?” Aunt Kenya asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.Where should we go? I frown. “I think we should head home. I’m tired, and my feet hurt.”“Tired?” Aunt Kenya raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been sitting most of the time. How are you tired? More like you’re itching to get back to that man of yours. You can survive a few more hours without him.”“Auntie!” I yelp, my face heating up.She laughs, loud and unapologetic, shaking her head. “You’ll see him soon enough. Come on, we’ve got five more stores to hit today.” She strides off.“Mom,” I groan as the others follow Aunt Kenya.“We’ll head back soon, sweetie. We
EriqI can’t stop smiling as I peel the potatoes. Her mother likes me. I’ve got one ally in my mission to win over Ami.“Mom!” Jaden bursts into the kitchen, snatches the peeler from my hand, and glares at me.What’s his problem? He’s acting like he did the first time we met.“Mom, why didn’t you tell me you needed help? Why’d you ask him?” he demands, his eyes still boring into me.“I didn’t ask him. He offered. You can help if you want, but he’s already on the potatoes. Why don’t you make the dough for the fried dumplings?” Mrs. Klein suggests.“Okay, Mom.” Jaden tosses the peeler down, walks over to her, and kisses her cheek.I shake my head, bewildered, before resuming my task. We work together in near silence for a while.“Are you two done?” Mrs. Klein asks after some time.“Almost,” I reply, glancing at the potatoes. “Only three left. Anything else you need done?”“I’m nearly finished, Mom. You can have me do it instead,” Jaden says, rushing over with flour-covered hands.“You ca
EriqI glance back at Ami, and sure enough, she looks worried. Our eyes meet, and I offer a reassuring smile before her mother pulls me away. Judging by Mrs. Klein’s warm attitude toward me, I don’t think this will be as bad as Ami fears, but I know she’s anxious for my sake. It means I hold some place in her heart, even if she doesn’t love me yet. That thought gives me hope—hope that soon I can tell her I love her. I’ve been holding back for weeks, and it’s starting to feel suffocating to keep those three words inside.“I bet he’s Asian,” someone says as we approach the family room.“No, this one’s white,” Jaden replies.“White? That’s new. How old is he?”“I don’t know,” Jaden admits.“I bet two hundred and fifty thousand he’s twenty-four.”“I’ll take that action.”“No, you’ve already met him, so you and Zara are excluded.” I chuckle, amused by their banter. They remind me of my own family. I guess all families are alike, no matter how much money they have.“So, 250—who’s in?”“Ahem.
AmiI pull on my pants, then my shirt, and grab my shoes. We’re getting ready to leave for Jamaica soon. I frown. Two weeks with my overbearing family isn’t my idea of a good time, especially since I’m still a bit annoyed that Mom felt the need to blackmail me into going. She can be so frustrating, but I can’t stay too upset. Eriq was right—the entire family rearranged their schedules just so I could be there. Even if it’s overbearing, it’s sweet.I feel a gentle stretch at the corner of my belly, pulling me from my thoughts. I smile as I reach down and touch my stomach. Every time I feel them move, it fills me with joy. Our baby.“Daddy and I can’t wait to meet you,” I say softly. A sigh escapes me, my heart heavy with the secret I’ve kept. I haven’t told Eriq this is his baby. I meant to, but then his father got sick, and Mom changed the trip’s date, so the timing never felt right. I can’t drop this news on him and expect him to handle two weeks with my family at the same time. I’ll
EriqI inhale deeply, trying to calm myself as I stare at the arrogant jerk smirking at me. I want to punch Flavio’s teeth in for what he pulled today. However, they outnumber me and are probably all armed. I glance at the three men in the room: one by the door, whom I recognize from the picture, and two others standing behind him.“Welcome to the family business,” Flavio says.“The family business is an auto shop, Flav. What the hell was that today?”“This is the new family business. Your little friend will remain untouched if you comply.”Anger surges through my body. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to lunge at him.“I already told you I’m not interested in whatever nonsense you’re involved in. This isn’t the life I want to live.”“Are you living the life you want now? I’ve seen that pretty little thing you’re with. What will happen when she needs money for her hair or nails, but her boyfriend is broke?” I chuckle at the thought of Ami needing money from me.“You won’t find it fu
EriqMy heart nearly stops. I sprint out of the room, ignoring Glen’s shouts as I race for the door. What if Flavio kidnaps her? I’ve never seen him physically harm anyone, but he once set my apartment on fire to get what he wanted. What else might he be capable of? I should’ve known better than to bring her here. I should’ve suspected he might be watching Glen. I should’ve moved away to keep her safe, but I stayed because I couldn’t bear to leave her. Now she’s in danger, and it’s all because I couldn’t stay away. If he touches her, I swear… I gritted my teeth as I bounded down the last flight of stairs and burst out of the building. I run to the car—she’s not there. I scan the area, but she’s nowhere in sight. Grabbing my phone, I dial Flavio’s number. He picks up after the second ring.“Where the hell is she?” I demand.“So, she is important to you?” he taunts.“I swear, if you lay a finger on her, I’ll bury you six feet under.” My voice shakes with a mix of anger and fear.“Finally
“She did what? How do you know it’s broken?” Eriq asks, holding the phone to his ear. “Well, I’m in the middle of something. I’ll let you know.” He pulls the phone away as his friend’s voice rises in a frantic scream.“What’s wrong? Is it an emergency? We can cut our date short,” I offer, concerned.“It’s…” He hesitates, then presses the speaker button so I can hear.“Are you seriously going to leave me here?!” Glen shouts through the phone.“Yes, call your parents,” Eriq replies coolly.“I don’t want my parents to see me like this!”“Then call an ambulance. I’m busy. I told you to stop picking up random women.” I furrow my brows, puzzled. What does a random woman have to do with this?“She was hot, and you know our health insurance is terrible. I can’t afford the emergency room fee—especially after getting robbed,” Glen whines.“A woman robbed him?” I ask, stunned.“Yes, and she also, according to him, broke his, um…” Eriq trails off, looking uncomfortable.“Broke what?”“His… his… uh
Finally, Ami and I are going on a date. It’s a bit late considering everything we’ve already shared, but better late than never. I just hope she enjoys it. She’s accustomed to the finest experiences, and I’m certain this won’t measure up to some of the extravagant dates she’s been on. Still, I hope it’s enough because she deserves nothing less than the best. My smart, loving, tough cookie with a heart of gold. My little weirdo. The memory of her crawling into my room on all fours makes me chuckle. I couldn’t believe she was the one sneaking off with my shirts, but knowing my scent comforts her fills me with the greatest joy. It means she’s attached to me. Maybe this thing between us will grow into something more than a fling. For me, it already has, but I can’t quite read her. I know she likes me, yet I’m unsure how deep her feelings run. I want to ask, but I’m afraid of what she might say. I shake my head, pushing away thoughts of the future. I need to focus on the present and make to