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that night, but he knew better.
    “Kysha, what the fuck do you want from me,” he threw back, tired of the games. She’d promised to get an abortion two months ago. LaRon again kicked himself for being stupid enough to trust her and not go with her to the clinic. She didn’t tell him until she was four months gone that she’d changed her mind. Now he was subject to any and every demand Kysha made if he didn’t want Jaleesa to find out about his cheating and leave him, taking their son with her.
    “ I want you to make a home for me and this baby, to be with us, and not that bitch,” Kysha returned jealously.
    She was in love with LaRon and the paper he made. She wanted the big house, the money and jewels she saw Jaleesa laced with when she came to the club. Now she had the means to secure it and she wasn’t letting go until she got what she wanted.
    “ You already know I’m not leaving my son,” LaRon told her, beginning to see red again. “You don’t hafta leave Jashon,” Kysha told him. “I think he’s a great little boy, I have no problem being his mama,” she added arrogantly as LaRon sighed deeply once again.
    “Jashon has a mama,” he replied as Kysha sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes again.
    “ So what you gonna do Deuce,” she threw out regarding him once more, hand on hip, attitude full blown.
    “ How I even know this damned baby is mine,” he replied, earning him a slap from Kysha.
    Reflex prevailed and he slapped her back, knocking her to the floor.
    “ No the fuck you didn’t hit me and I’m pregnant,” Kysha screamed. “Oh, I’ma have your ass locked up,” she yelled grabbing her cell from the table beside her.
    “ Wait baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” LaRon told her hurriedly as Kysha eyed him angrily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he told her softly, scooping her up from the floor and carrying her to the bedroom of her tiny apartment.
    LaRon hated coming here. It reminded him of all the poverty he’d worked so hard to get away from. The apartment was old and unkempt. The paint peeled from the awnings outside. The windows allowed the cold air to seep in during the winter months, making the inside almost as cold as the outside. Her walls were paper thin and every sound seemed to permeate throughout. Kysha herself was a terrible housekeeper. The apartment was always dirty and littered with fast food containers, half used weave packages, hair glue, dirty clothes and empty beer bottles.
    “I’m sorry, okay,” LaRon told her softly, reeling his mind in as he kissed her lips and Kysha smiled back at him. “I would never hurt you or the baby,” LaRon continued to convince her as Kysha began undoing his pants, letting him know what she expected in return for her forgiveness.
    LaRon went through the motions, undressing her and caressing her to readiness, before entering her and having sex with her. His mind was in continual motion as he thrust into her and Kysha moaned her pleasure. He had to think of a way out of this mess without Jaleesa ever finding out. Kysha was a mistake, but he was determined not to let her or a kid he didn’t want, or even fully believe was him, make him lose the love of his life and the child they’d made together.
    “ Mm Deuce, damn,” Kysha moaned aloud again breaking his thought.
    LaRon closed his eyes, imagining his wife as he pounded the pregnant woman beneath him, finally fantasizing himself to orgasm and pulling out just in time.
    “ Why you do that,” Kysha asked breathlessly. “I’m already pregnant, Deuce,” she reminded him as she closed her eyes and drifted off.
    LaRon lay catching his breath, the hate inside him building as the awaiting disaster that lay beside him began to snore.
    *****
    Mook and Kim were readying themselves to leave for the gathering. As happy as she was about seeing Tariq again, Kim was trying to set her mind to deal with his wife. Kim had never cared for Kaitlyn. She was a complete tramp as far as Kim was