Free Forbidden Love With a Thug III by Shvonne Latrice Page B

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    Knocking on Breesha’s door, I waited for her to come answer it for me. She had better be here too, because a nigga did not leave Wilmington just for her not to be home. I couldn’t call her beforehand because I deleted her number and didn’t know it by heart. I was the grimiest nigga, I know, but look at my father.
    I heard someone moving the locks, so I knew she was home. The door opened, and there she stood with her fine ass. Breesha was so damn beautiful, which is why I never understood her obsession with Ivy. Yeah, Ivy was beautiful and had my heart, but so did Breesha. The only thing that gave Ivy a little more leverage over her, was the fact that she had my kid and our history. But now that Ivy was out being a hoe, Breesha was on top. I just wished her ass wasn’t pregnant, fuck.
    “Yes?” she folded her arms and waited for me to speak.
    “Hey baby, can I come in. I miss you and I wanna talk.”
    “Oh now you wanna talk? The same nigga who pushed me out of his lap when I told him I was pregnant? The same nigga who didn’t even have the decency to come tell me to get out his house? I just woke up to niggas moving my shit onto a U-Haul!”
    “I know, and all of that was fucked up, but shorty, I was tripping out. You know all the shit I been going through with my bitch ass daddy, psycho ass mama, and my jealous ass baby mama. You telling me about the baby was just too damn much, Bree. I need you now, though,” I softened my tone. Her eyes became glazed over, and she looked to the right to wipe them.
    “Come in,” she scoffed and walked away from the door.
    When I walked in, the smell of food hit my nose. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it had my stomach grumbling like crazy. That was one thing I missed about having a main bitch, them damn home cooked meals. Both Ivy and Breesha could cook their sexy asses off, and they never left a nigga hungry either. The thought of Ivy now feeding Elijah my full course meals and my pussy, angered me for a few moments.
    “What’s that you cooking?” I sat down on the couch in Breesha's living room.
    “Smothered chicken, green beans, loaded mashed potatoes, and strawberry cheesecake,” she rolled her eyes as she responded to me before sitting down.
    “Bree, how is the baby?” I rubbed her thigh.
    “The baby is perfectly fine, despite it’s no good daddy treating its mother like shit.”
    “I know I get it. I’m sorry for that bullshit, I was just tripping the fuck out. It was a lot of shit going on with my parents and baby mama.”
    “I know it’s hard dealing with what your mother did, Portland, but that’s what I’m here for. And as far as Ivy, what is she doing to you now?”
    “She’s doing what the fuck she’s been doing. She wants to be a family but I ain’t with that shit anymore. I can’t see my son unless I agree to be with her either. She keeps blowing me up about leaving her nigga for me, and now he’s mad and about to come for me,” I lied right through my teeth. None of that shit was true, but I wanted Breesha to think it was Ivy coming after me and not the other way around.
    “And you wonder why I don’t like her! I’m glad you haven’t succumbed to her advances Portland, she left you and you need to keep it that way. Only co-parent and nothing else.”
    “I know and I am only co-parenting. But what’s up with us being a family, ma? You’ve always been a vacation for me and I wanna be on that vacation permanently.”
    “If we do this Portland, it can’t be like the last time. I’m not the side chick anymore, I’m gonna have to be your girlfriend, like for real for real.”
    “That’s what I want, shorty. I used to think I wanted you and Ivy, but now I know it was just my son that kept me feeling attached to her. But now that you’re having my child, I think it’s a sign for me,” I grinned and so did she. It was so easy for me to lie, and that worried me a little.
    “Well good, this can be our fresh start,