Pregnant By A Muthaf*ckin' Don by Lisa Austin

Author:Lisa Austin [Austin, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: K. Renee Publications
Published: 2022-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

I remembered falling asleep on my couch, but I couldn’t recall my couch feeling like I was floating on the clouds. Also, while I was under a thick blanket, I felt naked. I knew I had clothes on, but sometimes I would get hot and wake up in the nude. Maybe this was the case now.

Stretching my arms, I yawned and sat up. When I opened my eyes...

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Wake up sleepy head. I see them childish ass titties done filled out some.”

I looked down at myself and noticed I was indeed naked and I was in an unfamiliar bed. Where the fuck is my couch?

“Why you screaming and shit for?”

Demise was standing at the foot of the bed dressed like he’d just come from his wedding in this damn three piece black suit. It was the middle of the fucking summer and this nigga had all these damn layers on. I hadn’t seen this man in eight months. Hadn’t heard one peep from, hell, I was starting to think the nigga was dead, yet here he was.

“What the fuck?”

“You big as shit.” He snarled.

“Nigga, I’m pregnant as shit. Thanks to you. And where the fuck am I?”

I looked around to see if anything appeared familiar, but it didn’t. Besides a bed, there were compartments made out of a wood grain material on the right wall. No windows were in sight.

“In the sky.”

Demise blew out a thick cloud of smoke and that shit stank. I used to indulge in weed here and there before I got locked up and when I got out up until I discovered I was with child. The shit used to make my mouth water, and now it stank like hell.

My eyes blinked rapidly and my mouth fell slightly ajar.

Yeah. I gotta be dreaming, this can’t be real.

I closed my eyes shut and counted to five before opening them, and the nigga was still standing in front of me in his Sunday’s best.

“What you mean in the sky?”

“Like what the fuck I said. You in the sky. We up in the air, on a jet.”

“What?”

My hands shot up to my chest as a tightness began to form.

Please God tell me this nigga is just a figment of my pregnant ass imagination. Lately my dreams have been vivid as hell. Maybe this is one.

I knew I should have never used that damn melatonin. How this nigga get my big ass from the couch to the plane, but better yet, why? Yeah, this is all just a dream.

I pinched my thigh and then my elbow, and when I didn’t wake up, I knew then, this nigga was as crazy as I remembered.

“Demise! Demise! I know you don’t have me up in a fucking plane. Please take me back the fuck home!”

My breast jiggled as I screamed.

“And why the fuck am I naked?”

The gold sheets that dressed the bed were covering my waist since I was sitting up.

“Ain’t a bitch ever laid in my bed unless she was naked. You ain’t no fucking exclusion.

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