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I sat in the back of the blacked-out Maybach, the leather seats cold beneath me as I waited. My wrist was heavy with the weight of my Rolex, its smooth face gleaming under the dim lighting in the car. I glanced at it again, just to check the time. She was late, as usual. But I wasn’t in a rush. I liked this. The anticipation.

The low hum of the engine filled the silence, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the noise in my head. The constant, gnawing chatter that never stopped. I hated it. I hated how it made me feel like I was losing control and slipping into something darker. But I had been dealing with it. I hadn’t made any moves on my brother, even though every part of me wanted to.

I had only been taking one of my medications lately. The doctors had prescribed them to me, but they didn’t really work like they said they would. The noise in my head stopped for a little while when I took them, but they made me feel... numb. Idling. Stagnant. Like I wasn’t really me . Still, it was better than the constant whispers, the urges, the rage bubbling under the surface. Sometimes, I needed the quiet.

I hated the meds, but sometimes, I needed them.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw her. Kita. She was walking across the tarmac, her heels clicking with each step, heading toward the black SUV I had sent for her.

Damn. I didn’t realize how much I missed the way she moved—how much I liked her. She was a little bit of everything, sharp yet soft, fiery but smooth. I liked that about her. That’s why I finally sent for her.

Not just because I wanted to fuck her. No, it was more than that. She had something. I had been keeping my distance, playing it cool, but the need for her was becoming undeniable.

I looked out the window and watched her approach. Damn, she was looking good, though. She had put on a little weight, but she was still thick, still damn fine. As she neared the car, I leaned back in my seat, trying to push the unwanted thoughts from my mind.

She finally reached the door, and when I opened it for her, Kita jumped into my arms, her perfume hitting me before her body did.

“Damn, girl, you’re gaining weight,” I said, my tone playful but real.

She smirked, her eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I am,” she said, grinning at me. “I’m pregnant... and it’s yours.”

I froze. The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, the words slicing through my thoughts as my brain scrambled to process them.

“What?” I asked, my voice low, tight.

She smiled, but it wasn’t just any smile. It was that smile. The one she always wore when she knew she had me. It didn’t help that she had this glow about her now, something I didn’t expect but something that made me feel... unsettled.

“I’m pregnant, Damian. It’s yours,” she repeated, a little quieter this time, her smile lingering but uncertain.

I didn’t say anything for a few seconds. I just stared at her, taking in the curve of her belly that I hadn’t noticed until she’d mentioned it. Something inside me shifted—something jagged. But I didn’t know how to handle it.

I finally shook my head. “Let’s go,” I said to the driver, my tone flat because, honestly, I didn’t know what else to say. My thoughts were all over the place.

We arrived at my high rise in downtown Toronto. The city stretched out beneath us, its skyline like a jagged silhouette against the night sky. We stepped into my condo, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I felt it. That pressure. The suffocating need to act .

I turned to Kita, my fingers started twitching, and I suddenly slapped her. I hit her so hard her back cracked against the wall.

“Why the fuck didn’t you get an abortion?” I snapped, the words ripping out of me before I could stop them.

Her eyes widened as she held her face, her voice trembling. “I didn’t know what to do! You hadn’t called me, and I was scared to get an abortion. I thought... I thought you’d be happy and mad at me if I aborted it.”

I could hear the hurt in her voice, but all I could feel was the chaos inside me. I had been careful with my words until now, but the truth was, I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how to handle this— her —and certainly not a baby.

“I don’t have a choice now,” I said, my voice cold.

She looked at me, her expression pleading. “I’m sorry, Damian. I should’ve known, but I really thought you would be happy. I thought this would bring us closer.”

Her words hit me, but they didn’t sink in the way I thought they would. Maybe because I wasn’t happy. Maybe because I wasn’t sure I could be happy with a baby. Or with her.

I ran a hand over my head, frustration mounting. But then something changed inside me. My mood shifted from anger to something lighter.

I stepped toward her, my attitude changing as quickly as it had flared up. “I’m sorry,” I muttered, pulling her to me. “I didn’t mean that. It’s just... a lot hearing that you are pregnant. I don’t even know if it’s mine for real.”

She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “It is yours, Damian,” she whispered again, and I could hear the confusion in her voice. “I haven’t been fucking anyone since you left me. Something told me you would want this.”

I didn’t know what I wanted. But I did know one thing—I wanted her close. I wanted to forget about everything that just happened. I shouldn’t have hit her, and she was pregnant with my baby.

We stood there for a while, her warmth against me as the tension between us slowly faded.

“I’m sorry,” I said again, my voice quieter now. “We’ll figure this shit out. But tonight, I just want to be under you.”

She nodded, her body relaxing into mine. I couldn’t believe I was having a kid. That made me lowkey want to clean up my mental health and get back good with my family, but I didn’t know how.

When we got to the living room, I was all over her. Kissing her neck and trying to slide down her leggings. She giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Take all this shit off. You know what I need,” I uttered in her ear, and she got in the position I liked. She slid out of all her clothes and stood in front of me. I rubbed her belly as I kissed her.

“If this baby is mine, it won’t want for shit, I promise you that.”

“It’s yours, and I believe you,” she cooed softly.

She arched over the couch, and I let my jeans and boxers fall to the floor. I played with her middle and ate her pretty ass good from the back. She was moaning, and she nutted like she hadn’t been fucked, making me believe she really had been celibate. I finally stood up and slid inside her. She moaned at the initial slide-in, and then I started stroking her slowly. As I fucked Kita, a nigga felt something. Was it love, or was it hate? I didn’t know, but either way, it felt good. It felt right…