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Haadstik 39

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𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕

No one shredded a tear for him. No one. His wife was as happy as I'll ever see her. His older son was apathetic, staring down at the cold body of his father. This man has hated. 

"Would you like me to get you home?" Paul asked, fastening his seatbelt. Oh yeah, Lorenzo left. The audacity of that man. "You know where he is?" I consulted, already knowing the answer.

He shook his head, drifting his gaze to the front as he began driving. He kept quiet, a few minutes passing by. I anxiously looked down at my phone. Nothing.

A sudden turn took me by surprise and I could've sworn I was going to throw up. I gulped, ignoring the feeling.

I stared down at my phone, nothing still. "Will he be okay?"

Barbie didn't react "I wish I had an answer for you but sadly I don't know" he replied. "Then take me to him, please" I pleaded, more docile than I anticipated. I wanted to focus on his response but the sudden urge to throw up came back. What the fuck? Was this sickness another side effect of birth control?

Additional minutes passed by until we arrived in front of a tall building "Good luck, you're gonna need it" he spoke with a playful tone. I wryly chuckled.

It's no big deal, Maya. He just killed his father. No big deal at all. "Ma'am, you're not allowed to enter" How the fuck did he called me? "Why not?" I asked with sass back at the tall bodyguard on the glass entrance of the facility.

"We have orders not to allow you in" He spoke. I rolled my eyes and tried to pass past him but he moved, blocking my way. "Can't you just let me in?" I scoffed.

The man didn't acknowledge me. I breathed out "Are you married?"

No response.

Fuck this. "It's that a rat?" I shouted. The guys looked almost instantly and ran past him. It was my lucky day, the elevator doors were open. My finger began pressing down on the penthouse button. Hurry the fuck up.

"Ha," the door closed. I giggled but quickly stopped because I was running out of breath. Then I realized where I was heading to. Nothing could've prepared me for what I was about to see next.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I was going to kill him.

Lorenzo had a party hat on his head and a whiskey bottle on his hands. He took a sip "I tried to bake a cake but the over didn't seem to work" he loudly chuckled.

I wasn't expecting this.

I stepped inside, not speaking a word. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, extending his arm. I walked over to him and took the bottle, not to drink but to put it away. He narrowed his eyes "Why are you here?" His voice was serious.

I lessened my gaze to his hands, which were still stained with blood. He seemed to notice and looked down at them "I love red"

So do I.

"Aren't you going to scream? Get mad? Call me a monster or something? It's boring when we're silent" I gulped at his sentence. I shook my head and took a step closer.

I stood in front and brought my hand up to his face. I wasn't going to say something corny or deep. "I like your hat" I grinned. Lorenzo raised his hand to his head and laughed "Thanks, I found it on the back of my car"

If I didn't know him I would've said he looked like a normal drunk guy but I knew him better than that. His eyes held sadness within them.

"Let's get you out of these clothes"

He smirks "Are you trying to get me naked?"

I grabbed his hand and commenced walking up to his bathroom. He made a few jokes but I ignore them, trying hard to not laugh.

Once inside the darkness and comfort of his bathroom, I turned the lights on. He dramatically sat on the latrine and sights.

"Lorenzo, stand up. You are acting like a child" I commanded, but he just chuckled "I think I want one of those"

"A child?" I questioned, curiosity spiking on me. I approached him, standing in between his legs. He nodded, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my chest, looking up at me. I smiled down and ran my fingers through his brunette hair.

"Why do you want one?"

He smiles and replies "I only want one with you". I raised my brows "But why?"

"They would be cute, I think" he answers.

Should I ask more? After all, kids and drunks are always truthful.

I began pulling his shirt off "So you only want a child because ours could be cute?"

He was now shirtless. Lorenzo nodded "Did you know I'm a fairy? I can get you pregnant with just a little touch"

I held back my laugh "A fairy? Are you on drugs?" I asked. Lorenzo raises my top, exposing my bare stomach, and softly kisses it. He then presses his ear to my skin "Is anyone there?"

"God, how much did you drink?"

"Shh, you're ruining the mood. Oh shit, I forgot to ask." He stops, takes a breath, and continues "do you want one?"

I crackled "Lorenzo, get in the shower"

"Do you think it will love me? Or would it hate me like I hated my father"

That took an unexpected turn.

"First, there's not a baby inside of me. Second, I'm pretty sure any kid would love you as long as you don't refer to them as 'it'. Third, the situations would be completely different." I firmly responded.

He kept relaxed, not a single word left his lips. I placed both my hands on his cheeks and bent closer to kiss his forehead.

My heart broke as a single tear broke out his eyes and he softly grins, hugging me tighter "Do you still love me?"

I wrapped my arms around him and whispered "More than you'll ever know"

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look at me updating as my life falls apart 😋

anyways, atp this story it's just a reflection of my mental health so.. ok lets talk about the pregnancy trope, i would never add it unless the end was near so well you know what that means, a few more chapters and we'll done🥲

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