Page 36 of Only Fans

@ T atiana

It was almost five months since my dad went into the hospital and he had been doing great.

He’d made some really great progress recovering from his heart surgery but still had a long way to go to get back right from the stroke.

He was semi paralyzed on his left side; his lower body was a lot worse than his upper body.

His speech was about sixty percent clear which was a blessing.

He could raise his left arm and use his hand, yet it wasn’t as strong as his right hand.

He was able to stand, but not able to walk yet.

He was in therapy to hopefully get him back to a place where he could at least walk with a walker or cane.

My dad was no doubt on a mission to get better and I was extremely proud of him and thankful to God for saving him that I made a pact with God that I’d stay off my OnlyFans page and focus on getting my life together.

Maybe it really did stress him out to know that I was into the type of things I was doing.

I’m sure it broke his heart being that I was his one and only daughter.

I can only imagine how he must have felt for him to see the naked pictures and videos of me online.

I couldn’t stand the pressure and guilt knowing that I possibly hurt him to the point of his health failing like it did.

I couldn’t get my mom’s voice out of my head of her blaming me for stressing him out.

It was an eye opener for me to get my shit together for sure.

I had been staying in Reggie’s suite at his hotel and things between him and I had been going great.

Brandi was due to have the baby any day now, and I was anxious and nervous to see how Reggie was going to handle that whole situation.

He and I hadn’t discussed Brandi nor the baby much, all I knew was that they couldn’t have been in a serious relationship because he was either working or with me.

Reggie told me from day one that he wasn’t in a serious relationship and I questioned that when I saw that Brandi was pregnant by him.

He gave me his word that he wasn’t with her like that and from what he had shown me thus far he was telling me the truth.

For the past four months had had been with me every night.

Not once did he leave me overnight alone in his suite.

Clearly, he didn’t lie to me about him and Brandi because there would be no way in hell, I would be good with my baby daddy not being home with me especially while I’m pregnant.

“What’s on your agenda for the day?” Reggie asked.

Reggie and I had just finished having morning sex then breakfast and drying off from the shower he had taken.

Staring at his flaccid penis that was a pretty nice size while soft, my vagina throbbed as I thought about how amazing it felt minutes ago inside of me. “You straight shorty?”

He had caught me staring at him causing me to blush. “I’m more than straight. I might need to get me some more of that for lunch.”

“All you think about is sex.” Reggie chuckled with a wide smile spread across his face.

“That’s a good thing right.”

“Hell yeah! I ain’t got no complaints, nah. Are you going to see your dad today?”

“I’m not sure. I need to since it’s been almost a week. The last time my mom was there and you already how that is.”

“What is the gripe between you and your mom really? Why is that y’all two stay at odds like y’all do?”

“I couldn’t tell you if I wanted because I have no clue. The lady stays in a tissy with me all the time. I question if she even likes me for real.”

“Don’t say that Tati. Of course, your mom likes you. Just because y’all can’t get along sometimes don’t necessarily mean she doesn’t like you.”

“Tah, you don’t know my mom. It’s not sometimes, it’s ALL the time. She’s an overall unhappy grouch. I’ve tried to figure out how my dad has been able to put up with her shit all these years. Then again they both so busy with their jobs that they spend more time apart then together.”

“That’ll most definitely keep things spicy. Yet, it could also be the demise of a relationship too.”

“I can understand that cause folks get to feeling lonely and shit, then next the bullshit starts. But my parents make they shit work. I’m telling you Reggie, my dad deserves a gold medal for dealing with her ass this long cause she has issues in real life.

She’s so ungrateful because she has everything she wants and needs yet stays complaining about every little thing.

No matter what I say or do it’s never good enough and I disappoint her more than I make her proud.

I’m at a point now where I’m over it. I’m tired of dealing with her and her abusive ways.

She loves to curse me out and quick to put her hands on me but let me try to defend myself. It’ll be a D-day 2.0, for sure.”

“That’s deep. Well, I got your back. You gone be straight while I make my rounds?”

“Of course. I’ma just chill. I might even take a nap.”

“You do that.” Reggie said then kissed me before leaving out to get his workday started.

While I laid in bed still on cloud nine from our love making session this morning, I began to doze off.

Just as I was about to be in a deep sleep, a series of loud knocks, banging, and pounding on the door jolted me from my slumber.

Apparently, whomever it was on the other end of the door was adamant on talking to Reggie because they wouldn’t stop knocking.

Jumping up with a stank attitude, I grabbed my silk pink and black striped robe from Victoria’s Secret and quickly put it on then went to open the door.

I started to not answer it since Reggie was not here, but the person on the other end of the door would not stop pounding like a manic.

Swinging the door open, there stood a very pretty brown-skinned lady with a mean scowl on her face.

“Um, can I help you?”

“No, you may not. Where’s Reggie’s punk ass at? And who the fuck are you?”

“Excuse me! You a tad rude. Aren’t employees supposed to check the front desk for Reggie instead of popping up at the suite? According to him, y’all not supposed to be coming up to the suite like this.” I said, assuming the lady was a disgruntled hotel employee, but boy was I wrong.

“Bitch, what! I’m not a hotel employee, silly ass girl.” The chick gawked, looking me up and down as if I smelled.

“Who are you then?”

“Let’s just say, Reggie and I have a special type of relationship. Let him know Deja stopped by. We have something very important to talk about.”

After looking me up and down then giving me a nasty mean mug, Deja walked off leaving me standing there speechless and angry as hell. Slamming the door as hard as I could to the suite shut, I ran back into the bedroom, grabbed my cellphone then called Reggie.