My Baby Is A West Coast King 3 by Latrice Shvonne

Author:Latrice, Shvonne [Latrice, Shvonne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Leo Sullivan Presents
Published: 2017-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

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The next morning…

I woke up expecting to see Mischief next to me, but he was gone already. Grabbing my phone from the dresser, I saw it was 9:30 a.m., and last night he said he had to be in the studio by 7 a.m. I shook my head at myself at the fact that I’d slept through him getting ready and leaving.

I clutched my stomach because I was so hungry that it was starting to hurt. The past two days I’d been trying to eat the same amount as I did before I was pregnant, but every time I woke up, I had some serious hunger pains. I was just gonna go back to giving in and eating whatever the fuck I craved, but work out a few times a week like my doctor suggested.

Standing up, I went into Mischief’s kitchen and smiled at the plate covered with foil, and a Post-It with my name on it. Peeling back the foil, I saw he’d made me French toast, eggs, bacon, and seasoned breakfast potatoes. It was so funny, because I was sure if I told someone he did stuff like this, they wouldn’t even believe me. My baby was sweet when he wanted to be.

As I stuffed my face with the food, a text from Cassie came through.

Cassie: Here is his mom’s number. Kordell said he’d give it to me and I could do what I wanted with it, but he wasn’t gonna give it to you himself out of respect for his brother. :)

I chuckled.

Me: Lol. Thanks.

I’d tried getting Mischief’s mom’s number from him, saying I just wanted to meet her, but he basically told me hell no. I had no other way to get it because for one, Chaz didn’t have it, he said, and I didn’t know where she lived. Mischief didn’t want me having anything to do with her, and I didn’t want shit to do with her either, but I did want to whoop her ass for keeping me from my man, and for being a damn pedophile.

Every day I contemplated whether or not I should fight her, considering the fact that I was carrying and in the most sensitive term too. She wasn’t worth me losing another baby, but she just had to get fucked up.

After I finished my food, I brushed, flossed, and rinsed with Listerine, before taking a nice hot bubble bath. When I got out, I rubbed myself down in body butter, and then wrapped up in a towel before going into Mischief’s bedroom. I dialed the number Cassie sent to me, and waited impatiently as the line trilled.

“Hello?” she answered, Spanish accent thick. The few times I’d met her it was nearly undetectable, so it threw me off hearing her sound so foreign. “Hola?” she questioned, this time in Spanish because I guess she thought I didn’t understand her English greeting.

“Hi, Mrs. Benjamin, how are you?”

“I’m fine who is this?” She ran all of her words together, obviously anxious to find out who I was.

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