Page 10 of Only Fans

My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to leap out of my chest. I couldn’t believe that Reggie had tried to play me when he had a whole pregnant ass girlfriend that he failed to mention to me.

He never mentioned anything to me about having a baby momma, and he had ample opportunity to do so.

Just last night, I remembered I clearly told him I wasn’t a jump off when he was asking about us hooking up in person.

So, you could imagine how disappointed I was because he made it seem like he wasn’t on any bullshit.

All he had to do was keep it real with me and tell me that all he wanted to do was fuck.

But like a typical man he had proven himself to be a liar.

I felt played and I was pissed. Just because I was young didn’t mean that I was dumb, and it didn’t make it okay for him to think he could try me.

Yeah, he wasn’t into labels, but he did say I was his, so in my book that sounds like a relationship to me.

When I envisioned Reggie and I seeing each other in person, it was not like this.

I had given Reggie way more credit than he deserved thinking that since he was older than me, he wouldn’t be on any of the childish games dudes my age be on, but I was wrong.

The way my adrenaline was pumping and how reckless my attitude was, I struggled with controlling myself to keep from confronting him.

All I could think was he had me bent and close to almost having sex with his monkey ass when the whole time he wasn’t being real with me.

The closer I got to him, the hotter I became.

Just as I was making my way up to the area he was in, he turned and looked at me with a glare that was so cold, it sent chills down my spine.

He was looking at me like if I were to proceed it was at my own risk, and it wasn’t a good risk to take.

But for me, I was willing to take the chance because I needed answers, and I wasn’t afraid of him or anyone else for that matter.

“Ouuuu…you about to confront his ass! Hell yeah!” Trista encouraged, pumping me up even more as I began to walk faster.

“Damn straight! You already know I’ma say somethin’!

Just last night, he was making it seem like we were kicking it strong and there was no one else.

He ain’t say shit about no pregnant chick, so unless this his sister or cousin, he got some explainin’ to do.

” I replied, making my way through the crowd of people trying to get to Reggie.

Just as I was walking up to them, he turned back in my direction.

Giving me a mean mug, before I could say anything to him, the chick he was with stood up, causing him to turn away from me and tend to her.

At first, she didn’t notice me standing there.

Apparently, she hadn’t peeped Reggie’s reaction to seeing me, and from the way he was being attentive to her, they were not family members because after she stood up, he wrapped his arm around her lower back then pulled her into his embrace with his hand by her ass.

The PDA he was giving her confirmed they were a couple, but even still, I wanted him to know that I wasn’t the one to play with.

Just because I was younger than him didn’t mean I was gon’ sit there and be okay with him trying to play me.

“Reggie, is that really you?” I asked, even though I knew for a fact that it was him. “It’s good to finally see you in person.” I said louder, letting my presence be known to the both of them.

I had a major attitude and was ready for the shits, so the level of sarcasm in my voice was evident.

I didn’t care about the chick being pregnant.

The way I saw it I was doing her a favor.

I was sure she had no idea Reggie was cheating on her, but they both had the right one today.

She was about to find out just how low down her baby daddy was, and he was about to find out I wasn’t the one to be fucked with.

“Uh…uh…uh…uh, do I know you?” Reggie asked, giving me the stank face then looking at me like he had no clue who I was. It was obvious he was trying to put on for ol’ girl who was standing there looking just as pissed as I was feeling.

With one hand on her hip and the other rubbing her protruding belly, she asked, “Who the hell are you? Who the hell is she, Reggie?” The chick looked from me to him for an answer to her question.

“I have no clue who she?—”

“Nigga, don’t play like you don’t know my girl!” Trista said, cutting him off. “You know exactly who she is!”

“The question of the day is, who is SHE?” I asked Reggie, looking from him then pointing to his baby momma. “‘Cause last night, you never mentioned anything to me about you having a baby momma. So, tell me, Reg, what’s really going on?”

“What the hell? Who the hell are you?” the chick asked.

“Tell her who I am, Reggie!” I spat as I stood there with my hands on my hips. “Unless you want me to tell her who you wan?—”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re, on and I don’t need you telling my lady shit! I don’t know you. You clearly have me mistaken for someone else.”

“I don’t have you mistaken for anyone. And you know exactly who the fuck I am!

” I stepped into his personal space, giving him a mean mug.

He was lucky I didn’t muff him in the forehead.

“Don’t try to play me, nigga! I’m that chick you been tryna smash!

Should I pull up our videos and messages so I can show your ‘lady friend’ here that you know exactly who the fuck I am? ” I spat, riled up.

“You motherfucker!” Reggie snapped.

“What the hell is going on?” the chick asked.

“Baby, calm down. It’s not good for the baby if you get upset.

We just left from the doctor telling you that!

Ain’t no sense in you gettin’ all worked up ‘cause I honestly don’t have a clue who this woman is.

You know I have a lot of internet trolls that follow me on social media.

The buzzer goin’ off anyway. Let’s just go so we can get us something to eat.

” Showing her the device in his hand that was vibrating and lighting up, he continued, “Our table is ready. Just ignore those thirst buckets!” He grumbled, then took her hand and guided her toward the entrance of The Cheesecake Factory.

I was not only embarrassed but furious as hell as I watched Reggie walk off with that girl. The people that were standing around us that overheard were looking at me crazy as hell. As bad as I wanted to chase after them and act the fool, I was too embarrassed.

I couldn’t believe how he played it. I knew he was going to be pissed about me confronting him. What I didn’t expect was for him to play the dumb role and act like I was a groupie, or thirst bucket, as he called me.

“Girl, you just gon’ stand there and let that fool disrespect you like that?” Trista asked, egging me on.

“As bad as I want to run up in there and fuck both of their asses up, I’ma do him one better.

I really don’t want to be responsible for causing ol’ girl to have a miscarriage.

I don’t need those negative vibes at all.

It’s not her fault Reggie’s an ass, so my beef ain’t with her, it’s with him.

I don’t need to be out here arguin’ and fightin’ pregnant chicks over dudes I ain’t even let hit yet.

Fuck him, my cut off game ‘bout to be real strong on his beggin’ for pussy ass. ”

“Girl, that was some crazy shit.”

“Who you tellin’!” I chuckled as Trista and I headed to get our shopping on.

As much as I tried to shake my feelings for Reggie while I shopped, I couldn’t.

I was just telling Trista that I would choose him, and now this shit.

I was really feeling butt hurt especially since he hadn’t tried to reach out to me.

I figured he would have ditched his girl for a few seconds once they made it to their table and went to the bathroom to call or at least text me, yet he hadn’t done either one.

I knew he was pissed, which was all the more reason why I expected him to reach out.

Not able to resist the urge, I pulled up our text thread and sent him a text.

Me: So, you don’t know who I am now, huh?? Thirst bucket, huh? That’s what you think of me…WOW!!!

“I’m about to go try these on. You comin’ to the dressing room, too?” Trista asked, startling me from behind.

“Those are cute, friend! Did you happened to see any all-white distressed jeans?” I asked, playing it off like I wasn’t just on my phone.

My pride and ego were hurt, and I didn’t want Trista to see me texting Reggie.

Not that it was any of her business, but I was putting on like I wasn’t really bothered by him and his baby momma.

One thing about me was I never let people see me when I was upset or hurt.

It was one thing to check a person when I was mad, but it was something totally different to show my emotions to people.

I knew first hand from my mom how people liked to throw the things that affected you the most up in your face.

She was a pro at doing me like that all the time.

“They have a small section of all-white jeans. I was looking at the overalls, but they didn’t have any with shorts.”

“I’ma go see what I can find.”

“By the way, you good, friend?” Trista asked.

I knew she was referring to Reggie and what had just gone down.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, prentending like I was fine.

I was not trying to have any more conversations about him with her.

“I’m just asking. I know I would be stewing if I were you.”

“Girl, ain’t nobody thinkin’ about Reggie and that girl.”

“I just saw you on your phone. Is he messaging you?”

“Uht…no! I was just checking my OnlyFans account and going through my messages. Child, fuck Reggie!”

“You didn’t send him a message?”