Page 16 of Only Fans

Richie picked me up later that night and we spent the most amazing four days together.

During the day he worked, while I enjoyed the many amenities, starting with the full body massage.

The first night we were able to keep things platonic, but by that second night it was on and poppin’.

Richie seduced every inch of my body and soul delivering sensations of pleasure that I thought only Reggie could give me.

Those four days turned out to be some of the most amazing days of my life, yet it changed the direction of my life forever.

The physical and mental connection Richie and I developed was becoming deeper and deeper, then I found out that I was pregnant again.

I was terrified because the day Reggie and I broke up we had unprotected sex, then a day later Richie and I had unprotected sex and several times over the course of the four days we spent together.

Which brought me to now. I was honestly not sure who my baby’s dad was, but I hoped that it was Reggie’s more than it was Richie’s.

Which was why I told Reggie about the pregnancy as soon as I found out and had yet to tell Richie.

It was hard, but I had refrained from announcing my pregnancy on social media specifically so Richie wouldn’t find out.

Reggie had my heart, so ultimately, I prayed the baby was his.

I liked and cared a lot about Richie, but I was in love with Reggie, so I had to keep this secret to myself until after I had the baby.

That was one of the main reasons why I had stopped having sex with Reggie.

I didn’t want to be fucking a man that wasn’t my child’s dad while I was still pregnant.

I was already ashamed and disappointed with myself for not knowing for sure who my child’s father was.

Sex was the last thing on my mind. As for Richie, I had been keeping him at a safe distance.

It was helpful that he was busy with his cleaning service and didn’t have much time to try to hook up with me.

So, him and I having sex again wasn’t hard to swerve.

Now that I was pregnant again, and honestly had no clue who my baby daddy was, I had to play my cards for what was in the best interest for me and my child.

With everything that Reggie had done to me, I still loved him deeply, so he was who and what I felt was best for me and my child.

Little did I know that I was going to eventually find out that I couldn’t be any more wrong about that.

Sex was something that Reggie and I always connected on whether we were together or not because we both chose to deal with our emotional pain through having sex.

It was a toxic trait to have, but that was my truth.

Because of that, Reggie not only held my heart but my body also.

As much as I knew how toxic he was, I still couldn’t picture my life without him.

I should have knocked the shit out of him and moved on with my life, after the stunt he pulled today, but how could I when I had gone out and done wrong as well?

I was carrying the burden of not knowing who I was pregnant by which was the ultimate betrayal.

I had no choice but to accept how he felt plus I understood what sex meant to him.

Yet, at the same time, it didn’t sit well with me that he was basically given a pass to do him whenever he wanted.

I figured I’d give him his time to do him until the baby was born, then once I knew the outcome of that I would be clearer on what I would do next.

I hated the fact that I had gotten myself in this situation because I truly loved Reggie and I’d be devastated if the baby wasn’t his.

At the same time, I cared deeply for Richie because whenever Reggie wasn’t around Richie had become the one that I sought comfort from.

I really didn’t want to tell Richie about the baby unless I knew for a fact the baby was his, and even then, I wasn’t completely sold on telling him.

All he knew was that Reggie and I were back together.

I was playing it like I couldn’t hang out with him because Reggie and I were putting in equal effort, which was a lie, but it was my way of swerving him so he wouldn’t ask to hang out.

I wouldn’t dare let him over to my house in fear of Reggie popping up.

Even though Reggie and I didn’t officially live together, he purchased my townhome, so there was no way I could bring another guy over when he had twenty-four-seven access to my place.

Another reason why Reggie and I always seemed to remain sexual.

He always had access to me whenever he wanted, and I couldn’t blame anyone but myself for that, but Reggie was my weakness.

There was no one in the world other than him that really knew the extent that I would go to make him happy.

He pretty much had me by the balls and I didn’t even have a pair of balls.

He provided the majority of my financial support even though I was making decent money from my freelance work, it was nothing compared to the money he’d given me.

I had to do what was best for me and my child moving forward, so I guess that was another reason why I was willing to accept him tricking off.

As long as he agreed to my few stipulations, we were good.

Just as I laid back in bed and grabbed my laptop to log on and attempt to get a little work done my cellphone rang.

Seeing that it was Deja, I went ahead and answered.

I figured I’d put my work off to talk to her because I knew she was calling for details.

I had been texting her all day and we’d had yet to talk.

I wasn’t up for company tonight and knew that if I didn’t answer she was prone to pop up.

Shutting my laptop, I answered her call before my voicemail picked up.

“You know I’m calling for details!” Deja spat as soon as I answered the phone.

All I could do was laugh. Deja and I had come such a long way in our relationship.

We’d had our ups and downs, probably more downs than ups, but lately it had been good.

For that I was truly grateful because in a way she was all I really had outside from our daddy who I hadn’t talked to in years.

Our biggest bone of contention was our dad.

He was the reason why she and her mom hated me, so in order for us to move past all the hurt and pain caused by our dad’s actions, we vowed to never discuss him with each other.

She never shared the status of their relationship with me and vice versa.

Since Deja was the oldest, I knew she still had somewhat of a relationship with our father.

I just didn’t need to know how close they were.

My dad and I were never really able to connect, which was a result of the lack of a bond he and I shared, and I hated that.

To keep us from getting in our feelings and falling out, we never ever discussed our dad.

It felt good to have a relationship with my big sister.

She was older than me by two years, nothing major but still.

I loved the fact that she and I were becoming close.

Yet at the same time, I was very careful with what I shared with her.

Deja used to hate the fact that I was born, so I was still a little guarded with her.

It was something I needed to work on internally, and as long as she and I continued to get along and become closer, the more I would feel comfortable opening up to her.

“Brandi, I’ma need you to start from the very beginning. I need to know what that girl looks like and what happened when she first stepped to you.”

Deja was all for some piping hot tea. She loved mess and drama more than I did, so this type of thing was right up her alley.

Even though she was older, there were times when I felt I handled things on a way more mature level than her.

I started breaking down the details of what happened, leaving out bits and pieces of me and Reggie’s conversation.

I shared a lot with Deja, but at the same time only so much.

She had no clue about Richie, and I made him promise to not tell a soul because Richie and Deja had a lot of mutual friends from school.

Deja dated Richie’s older brother back when they were in high school and they all are still good friends til this day.

“So, wait sis, let me understand this. You told that nigga you was cool with him cheatin’ on you?” Deja asked when I told her that Reggie and I were sort of in an open relationship.

I made it seem like it was more of my idea than his because I was holding out on the sex.

“Technically, he isn’t cheating, Deja. That’s what an open relationship is.”

“Well, how that work ‘cause that means you both free to see whoever y’all want. You seein’ someone else, too?” Deja asked, and I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was intrigued by all of this.

“No, I’m not seeing anyone. That’s the last thing on my mind right now. However, if the opportunity were to present itself, who knows.”

“Brandi, stop it! You and I both know you not about to cheat on Reggie’s ass. I’m just shocked that you didn’t haul off and steal off on him.”

“I wanted to, but what would that solve? At the end of the day, he’s still my child’s father, and I need to do all that I can to see to it that we raise our baby together.

Reggie and I have an understanding, and I’m very secure in our relationship.

I’m not worried at all ‘cause I know I have his heart at the end of the day. I’m not about to stress over shit I can’t control. ”

Deja was choking and coughing, it almost sounded like she was about to bust a lung. At first, I thought she was trying to be funny, but then it sounded like she was indeed choking.

“You good over there or do I need to call 9-1-1, sis?” I asked.

“I’m fine. My bad, sis,” Deja said, clearing her throat.

“You sure you good?”