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BOOK 2: 27. Sinner
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I took in a deep breath as I turned off my car. I had arrived home after having coffee with Aaliyah. I saw Antonio's car parked, which meant he was home, I smiled. After the afternoon I had, all I wanted was a good bath and a sensual massage from my man, but I guess I might've taken the Samantha thing too likely, because when I entered the house, I saw Samantha crying, holding onto Antonio's waist as she cried on the floor.
"What the hell is this?" I asked both of them and non of them in particular.
Antonio stood frozen in his work clothes and briefcase hanging loosely from his right hand, and his black coat on his left. He had just returned from work.
"Get off me," Antonio looked down at Samantha instead of answering me.
"Samantha?" I called her out. She looked angry, and her eyes were bloodshot with tears. So this is how she decided to play her game?
"Dan is cheating, and Sewa knows about it
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Samantha didn't leave the next morning, or the next, or the next, and it had been three weeks since that night. Of course I had tired to get her to leave, but she'd always use Diego as her reason to stay. I didn't buy it until Diego came to Antonio and I saying he wanted Samantha to stay. I didn't believe that Diego really wanted her to stay, so I tired to get him to tell me if Samantha did anything, but he said he was learning to be forgiving so he wanted her to stay. I was shocked to say the least, but his decision made Antonio really happy.I woke up later than usual, which was unusual seeing as my body had a wake up time, which was 6am. For some reason, everything seemed slow and dull, and I felt dizzy and tired even though I just woke up, and it had been like that for the past week. I searched the room, but I couldn't find Antonio anywhere, which could only mean he left for work early.I strolled lazily down the stairs to make breakfast
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I didn't know how to tell him, Antonio, that I was pregnant. He had asked me why I asked us out for dinner, but any time I thought about the words to say, I'd end up blank and change the topic.I knew why I was scared to tell him, but I didn't want to think about it, the reason. I didn't want to face his rejection, I didn't want him to blame me for getting pregnant. He might not react like that, but I didn't want to tell him just text until I was sure that he wanted children other than Diego. I mean if he wanted to get married to me, it meant he was thinking of the possibility of adding to our little family right? My thoughts where clouded, and I could hardly think straight. Throughout dinner, I ate in almost silence, leaving all the talking to Diego and Antonio and occasionally, the waiter. I couldn't think about anything that wasn't about me being pregnant.What if the child was a boy? Or a
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"Who's pregnant?" The deep voice asked from behind me. I felt like cold water was poured on my body. I couldn't bring myself to turn to him or to answer his question. He had heard Samantha, he had heard the one thing I wanted to tell him, but from his question I couldn't tell if he was angry or happy; there were no emotions in his words. "Sewa?" Fuck, he called me Sewa. I had an idea that he didn't want the news to be true, but I didn't want to turn to him and confirm my thoughts. I didn't want to turn around and see him scowling or breathing fast with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. Seeing him like that would break me, but I had to face it, face him. I let my eyes climb up Samantha's face to see her smirking. "I'll give you guys some space," Samantha won. She got me and she got me hard. I didn't want to think about her words, but ma
Sinful BOOK 2: 31. Sinner
"So you're saying that I'm going to have a baby sister?" Diego smiled, rubbing my stomach, leaning into me and giving my stomach a hug. I laughed at his cuteness but tears spilled from my eyes as I did. How was this little boy more mature than his stupid father, a very stupid and immature man.We gotten to my apartment, this same apartment o brought Diego to when his father didn't want him. I didn't have the strength to clean the house, so Diego and I went into my old room to hide away from everything and everyone else. Diego laid down around my waist, hugging my stomach for a while."Don't cry mommy, I promise I'll take care of her, and you," Diego placed a kiss on my stomach. The little action and his warm words brought hot fresh tears to my eyes."Don't cry mommy, I promise I'll do a good job," the little boy looked up at me, and I couldn't control myself. Diego was being strong for
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I wasn't satisfied, I wanted a reason, a reason why he could accept Diego and not the one growing in me. It was hard to concentrate on any work when I didn't know why he made the decisions he made. I pushed myself out of my chair, rushing to the restroom to puke, since nausea had become my best friend and I couldn't go one peaceful morning without it."Sewa, are you okay?" Melissa pushed the stall open, letting only her head in. Why did she follow me out?"I'm fine Melissa, get back to work," I was out of breath, but I managed the words just fine."No you're not. Dan has gone to tell Mr. Blue you're sick, so I think you can go home for the day," Melissa said. I nodded, waving my hands at her. I was going to take a leave anyway. Melissa closed the stall, leaving me alone to my nausea. When I was sure I was done emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I cleaned myself a
Sinful BOOK 2: 33. Sinner
I sat in my car, tired from all the shouting, yelling, puking and emotions that I had to let out, and I needed something to keep me calm, so I called the only man who ever cared about me. The only man who gave an actual fuck about me; my father."Hello, my angel," my fathers thick Nigerian accent hit me like a wave of fresh air. I smiled immediately at his voice and the name he called me."Hey daddy," I leaned further into my car sit in the park. I didn't quite have it in me to go back to being alone in that house just yet. I didn't feel like crying yet."This one you called me today, did somebody die," my father joked, I laughed. It had been only a few seconds but the man made me feel better than I've felt in hours. Why didn't I call him since?"No daddy, no one died, at least not yet," I added, thinking to how I'd kill Antonio once I find out that Samantha is doing something shady to my son.
Sinful BOOK 2: 34. Sinner
Time passed by last night, and though I was awake through most of it, I was able to get in some sleep for a few hours, I didn't mind though since I didn't have to turn in for work as Dan and Melissa had everything covered.I strolled lazily around the house, picking noting what had to be cleaned and what not. I had been in the house for two days and three nights and I had been too weak to clean, but seeing as I didn't have anything to do with myself, I decided to clean.I was pleased with the results. The apartment smelled like me, and for some reason it felt like I didn't spend any time away from the apartment, like I had been in it all the while when I knew I was staying at Antonio's house. I guess my apartment had always been home to me in a way my father was home for me.I took a warm bath to calm my nerves and muscles, while rubbing
Sinful BOOK 2: 35. Sinner
Aaliyah and I had a plan, where Aaliyah would go to the house and use seeing Antonio as cover but what she's actually doing is looking after Samantha and Diego to see if Samantha was doing something horrible to the boy. It wasn't much of a great plan given that Samantha pretends a lot but i knew it would work because Aaliyah and Samantha never agreed on the same thing, and it would be hard for Samantha to pretend to Aaliyah; Aaliyah see's right through her bullshit."Hell yeah! Let's do it! And I hope I catch her doing something so this time she goes to prison and rot forever," Aaliyah had said with so much determination."I gave Diego your phone number and mine, so if he calls you, it means there's something horrible going on," I told her. Aaliyah nodded, she was ecstatic that I was giving such an important task as she called it.I leaned into my office seat, letting out a worried sigh. It was almost 5pm, but I didn't have the heart
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ANTONIO'S POV I watched as Sewa laid unconscious on the hospital bed, looking very peaceful but at the same time very fierce; she had a few cuts on her face, but she still looked very beautiful. Tears came to my eyes as I watched her; all this was my fault. Everything had been my fault from the beginning, if I had just listened to her when she warned me about Samantha, we wouldn't have been here. I let my eyes run over the length of her body, stopping at her stomach. I placed my hand over her stomach, letting the tears flow freely from my eyes. I had been too busy crying my eyes out while letting Sewa go through a worse pain. I had no idea pain could make a person deaf and blind. I had been sitting there, but I couldn't make out what was happening, I couldn't move; not until I heard Diego crying and tugging at at my shirt that I came back to earth and saw what Samantha was doing to her. I was so angry that pushed her away using my fist.
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"Samantha?" Antonio called dangerously. I almost feared for what Antonio would do to her. Almost."I didn't do anything to him, I swear Antonio, you have to believe me. I wanted to tell you that he was getting bullied at school, but I didn't know how to say it," Samantha cried. I got up, walked to her and slapped her across her stupid face."You don't have a conscience, do you?" I asked her. She was quiet."Say the truth or I will, and if I do, i will deliver each word with a slap until I'm done saying all the horrible things you've done!" I threatened. That seemed to get Samantha's attention. I guess she didn't like my slaps across her face."I'm a horrible person Antonio," Samantha cried, looking down at her finger nails. Why was she trying to talk like she didn't enjoy doing what she did?I tur
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I got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black crop top, coupled with a black jacket. I braided my hair in four cornrows that night before, so I put a beanie over it, grabbed my phone and stepped out of my apartment."Took you long enough," Aaliyah smiled at me, leaning on her black Mercedes Benz. She was dressed almost the same as I was; she had black leggings, a jumper and a big black shirt which I suspected belonged to Harry, over her shoulders."We look like we're going to the gym," Aaliyah tried to crack a joke. I smiled at her for the effort but I couldn't bring myself to laugh to show any other expression apart from the smirk across my lips."Let's go," I nodded at her and we got in, driving straight to Antonio's house. Thank heavens it was a Saturday and there was nowhere Antonio would be if not his love
Sinful BOOK 2: 35. Sinner
Aaliyah and I had a plan, where Aaliyah would go to the house and use seeing Antonio as cover but what she's actually doing is looking after Samantha and Diego to see if Samantha was doing something horrible to the boy. It wasn't much of a great plan given that Samantha pretends a lot but i knew it would work because Aaliyah and Samantha never agreed on the same thing, and it would be hard for Samantha to pretend to Aaliyah; Aaliyah see's right through her bullshit."Hell yeah! Let's do it! And I hope I catch her doing something so this time she goes to prison and rot forever," Aaliyah had said with so much determination."I gave Diego your phone number and mine, so if he calls you, it means there's something horrible going on," I told her. Aaliyah nodded, she was ecstatic that I was giving such an important task as she called it.I leaned into my office seat, letting out a worried sigh. It was almost 5pm, but I didn't have the heart
Sinful BOOK 2: 34. Sinner
Time passed by last night, and though I was awake through most of it, I was able to get in some sleep for a few hours, I didn't mind though since I didn't have to turn in for work as Dan and Melissa had everything covered.I strolled lazily around the house, picking noting what had to be cleaned and what not. I had been in the house for two days and three nights and I had been too weak to clean, but seeing as I didn't have anything to do with myself, I decided to clean.I was pleased with the results. The apartment smelled like me, and for some reason it felt like I didn't spend any time away from the apartment, like I had been in it all the while when I knew I was staying at Antonio's house. I guess my apartment had always been home to me in a way my father was home for me.I took a warm bath to calm my nerves and muscles, while rubbing
Sinful BOOK 2: 33. Sinner
I sat in my car, tired from all the shouting, yelling, puking and emotions that I had to let out, and I needed something to keep me calm, so I called the only man who ever cared about me. The only man who gave an actual fuck about me; my father."Hello, my angel," my fathers thick Nigerian accent hit me like a wave of fresh air. I smiled immediately at his voice and the name he called me."Hey daddy," I leaned further into my car sit in the park. I didn't quite have it in me to go back to being alone in that house just yet. I didn't feel like crying yet."This one you called me today, did somebody die," my father joked, I laughed. It had been only a few seconds but the man made me feel better than I've felt in hours. Why didn't I call him since?"No daddy, no one died, at least not yet," I added, thinking to how I'd kill Antonio once I find out that Samantha is doing something shady to my son.
Sinful BOOK 2: 32. Sinner
I wasn't satisfied, I wanted a reason, a reason why he could accept Diego and not the one growing in me. It was hard to concentrate on any work when I didn't know why he made the decisions he made. I pushed myself out of my chair, rushing to the restroom to puke, since nausea had become my best friend and I couldn't go one peaceful morning without it."Sewa, are you okay?" Melissa pushed the stall open, letting only her head in. Why did she follow me out?"I'm fine Melissa, get back to work," I was out of breath, but I managed the words just fine."No you're not. Dan has gone to tell Mr. Blue you're sick, so I think you can go home for the day," Melissa said. I nodded, waving my hands at her. I was going to take a leave anyway. Melissa closed the stall, leaving me alone to my nausea. When I was sure I was done emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I cleaned myself a
