Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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After pulling Brandon off Princess and letting them both get dressed, they sit on the couch while I glare at each one of them like they're children who've been bad at school. Wiping my hand down my face, I look back at Milani and she motions for me to come into the corner with her.
"Don't fucking move." I tell Brandon and Princess before walking away.
She holds my face in her small hands and I relax almost instantly. "You need to calm down, baby. I know you're upset, but neither one of us need this drama right now. We're just starting to be happy. Don't let anyone or anything make you revert back to your old ways. Let that situation with Nolan be your last time putting your hands on somebody. You've got enough shit going on in your life. Let this go."
"Milani, how could I possibly let this go? We just caught my best friend balls deep in my baby mama." I say, watching as Milani's facial expression changes as she lets go of my face. It takes me a minute, but I finally realize my mistake. "Babygirl, I didn't mean it like that. You're my real baby mama and I don't even know if Princess was my baby mama or not. I just said it out of habit. Please don't be upset. Just tell me what I can do to make it better."
"Let....it....go." She says and I nod, walking back over to Brandon and Princess.
"I have no idea why you two chose to fuck each other on MY couch in MY house, but I'm going to let it go after I get some fucking answers." I say with my arms folded. "Princess, was Niyah my child or was she Angela's husband's child?"
Princess looks around the room and blinks repeatedly, avoiding eye contact with me. Walking in front of her, I grab her face and force her to look into my eyes. "Answer me, NOW! Was she mine!?"
"N-no. She wasn't yours." She says and I bow my head, feeling relief. I always felt so bad about being a terrible father to Niyah, but I wasn't even her father. Maybe now I can let go of the self hatred that came from those beliefs.
Princess opens her mouth to explain herself, but I stop her because I don't even care to hear the story. All I want is peace and hearing the story won't bring me that.
"Princess, spare me the details. I don't care. It's in the past so leave it there. All we need to be focusing on is getting you the fuck out of my house. You still look and smell terrible. If you're going to be living here, you need a makeover. I know you're an addict, but you ain't gotta be a dirty addict. You gone get off them drugs, you gone get your shit together, and you gone get outta here. You understand me?"
Princess nods then lets her head hang down, clearly embarrassed.
"Milani, baby, if you don't mind can you please help her get cleaned up? She'll never find a job looking like that. If you're not comfortable doing it, I'll handle it and you can go upstairs to rest."
"I got it. Remember what I told you." She says, indicating that I needed to let it go. I guess she realizes that I'm trying to get a minute alone with Brandon.
