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advised him.
                  “Get your marriage right before giving me advice. I got my wifey back. Go get hubbie.” He hugged me and headed to the door.
                  “I really can’t stand your ass like the brother I never wanted.”
                  “Nah, like the brother you never wanted but can’t live without.” He shot the soda can in the garbage and turned to leave.
                  I went into my closet and packed a few items. I wasn’t about to call Donovan. He had some nerve to catch an attitude when he was the one running around here lying. He had me fucked up if he thought I was about to be kissing his ass. I still had the condo in LA and that was where I would be staying until I could think of what I wanted to do. I stuffed a few things in my bag and locked up the house. I chirped the alarm on my Bentley coupe and hopped in. I looked at my beautiful house and pulled out the driveway.
     
     
     
     
     

6
    Kareema
                  My phone rang for the seventh time before I pulled the covers off of me and shuffled down the hall to the house phone. Of course by the time I made it to the phone, it stopped ringing. I grabbed the cordless phone and looked into my daughter’s room. She was sleep so peacefully and she looked just like Donovan. Disgusting. When I had my daughter you would have thought motherly instincts would have kicked in. Mine must have been delayed or something because I didn’t feel anything for my child.
                  Tavia was a reminder that I would be nothing but a hood rat that got pregnant at sixteen because I couldn’t keep my legs closed. All she required was attention; it was always about her and never about me. Until Sasha tracked me down, Tavia lived with my mother and I lived with whoever let me crash on their couch. I don’t know how she tracked me down but she did and I’m grateful.
                  Donovan was and is still the love of my life. We met when I was sixteen and he just turned twenty-one. Yeah, I had no business up in a bar with a ‘freak me’ dress on, yet, I still was. My girl, Jazzy, and I snuck into this bar back home in Chicago. Donovan was knocking them back with his right hand man. I already knew he was making money and he was single as a dollar bill. My girl and me slipped into the seats next to them and ordered two shots of Patron.
                  Five shots later and we were all having a great time. I didn’t mention my age to Donovan because it didn’t matter. After getting completely trashed, we headed out. My girl, Jazzy’s brother picked us up and took us back to his place but not before I slipped my number in Donovan’s pocket. While I was riding Jazzy brother’s dick that night, all that was on my mind was Donovan.
                  As expected, he called. I knew he would why wouldn’t he? I was a little bad bitch. My auburn hair came down my back and my light brown eyes were almond shaped with long eyelashes. My body was stacked like a brick house and I had the head game of a genius. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and I was falling right in love with Donovan. Six months into our relationship, I slipped and he found out I was still sleeping with Jazzy’s brother while I was with him.
    I kept it secret until one night I slipped up and was caught sucking his dick in the back of a club. Donovan disowned my ass like a preacher with a gay son. Around that time, I found out I was pregnant. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t know who the father was. I wanted it to be Donovan’s but I knew it was a chance it could also be Jazzy’s brother’s, too.
    I would call him and he never answered. I would show up to his house he would slam the door in my face. How much could a sixteen year old take before she breaks? I broke and told my mother the whole story about me being with an older man and him taking advantage of