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I knew what this was between Poetic and I, but I was starting to catch feelings. I saw the pain in his eyes and I knew his past was dark. I just didn’t know exactly what happened. I tried to find out plenty of times, but he wouldn’t say anything. I even wanted to know who he went to for his therapy sessions and I couldn’t even find that out. His money was super long so he was able to cover everything up. The sound of the room door opening brought me from my thoughts. I looked up and Poetic was coming in.

“Hey, you,” I said with a smile on my face.

“Kayla what are you doing in my room?” He asked with a mean mug on his face.

“I haven’t seen you in a couple of days and was wondering if we can sleep together tonight.”

“Did I say I wanna fuck tonight, Kayla?” He barked.

“No,” I said in a sad tone.

“Well get the fuck out!” He yelled with so much hatred in his voice. I had no idea what this man went through, but the fact that I felt like he wasn’t attracted to me bothered me bad. I was one of the prettiest models in New Jersey, men were practically falling at my feet, but the one I wanted didn’t want me. I jumped up so fast and made my way to the guest room with tears in my eyes. I really didn’t understand it wasn’t like we didn’t sleep together sometimes. I guess it was only when he wanted it. When I hit the hallway I ran right into Ms. Trish, the housekeeper.

“He doesn’t mean to be so mean. He just has a lot going on.” She said just above a whisper.

“Mind your damn business and go clean up something.” I snapped.

“That’s why he will never love you, your spirit is mean. I’m trying to be nice and comfort you and you wanna be a bitch.” She rolled her eyes and walked off.

“Say something else and I’ma get you fired, you old hag.”

“You can try if you want. I’ve been around since Mr. Poetic was little, if anyone gets fired it’ll be you from this fake ass engagement.” She sassed right before sticking her middle finger up and walking off.

I knew she was right she was the only thing from his past that he loved. I didn’t even see him fucking with his mama like that and I heard his daddy died when he was five. So, I knew if it came down to it he would throw my ass right out the door real quick since our arrangement wasn’t real. I hated that I started feeling him, all I needed was for my portfolio to build and more endorsements, but my dumb ass got caught up. Which I’m so confused about since his ass is so mean to me.

I laid across the bed and felt my phone vibrate and saw it was my Auntie Carol. I hated that she called me while I was here, she knew Poetic hated her and he didn’t know I was her niece and I wanted to keep it that way. Carol was my auntie on my pops side who I didn’t talk to at all. She hit me up right after she saw Poetic and me in the blogs and she paid me to keep an eye on him. She never told me why or what went down and since I was already in this for a reason I agreed to since it got me some extra money. I hurried and picked it up and talked very low.

“Why are you calling me?” I whispered.

“I wanted to know how everything was going over there?”

“We are fine, now don’t call me anymore. Stick to the agreement.” I said right before hanging up the phone not giving her a chance to say anything else. We weren’t supposed to have any communication it was supposed to be just like we didn’t know each other. My heart was beating super-fast happy as hell he didn’t walk in on me talking to her. I needed a shower and some music to ease my mind so I was going to do exactly that.

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The smell of bacon invaded my nostrils and awakened me from my deep slumber. I hurried and washed my face, brushed my teeth, and headed down to the kitchen where Poetic was sitting at the table having breakfast. I looked around and noticed there wasn’t any for me.

“You didn’t make sure she made enough for me?” I asked with a mean scowl on my face.

“Ms. Trish had everything made for me when I got up. You can go ahead and make something for yourself, she doesn’t have time she has to clean my house.” He chuckled, causing my blood to boil.

This bitch must have told him about our words last night. The fact that the help had so much leeway around here pissed me off. I lived here with this man, and I couldn’t say shit to his help. Sometimes I wished I wouldn’t have signed up for this. I definitely wished I didn’t start to like this asshole so much. I really needed to get this wedding on and popping because one thing for sure if I became the wife I would get it all especially since he don’t mess with his mama. Every time I thought about throwing in the towel something else comes to mind making me realize I have a lot to lose if I leave this job unfinished. I didn’t say anything to Poetic or Ms. Trish’s old ass. I just made my way back to my room so I can handle my hygiene then make myself disappear for the day.