𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐭𝐡

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𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 ☺️

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚

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Ever since I called off my wedding, my phone has been going off nonstop. My father beat the breaks off of Michael, so I heard. Other than my therapist I didn't speak to anyone, the next day I left and went on a honeymoon by myself. It was for three weeks and I had a great time.

Knocking on my door made me groan in annoyance. Checking my ring camera I saw that it was my mother, she rang the doorbell. I turned my mic on. "I'm fine Mom," I told her making her look at the camera. " Girl open this door." She was upset but what the hell do I care? She practically forced that man down my throat.

"No. Now please leave or security will escort you out." I wasn't playing with her at all, she doesn't understand the shit that nigga put me through. She banged on my door again so I called security.

"Hi, there is an uninvited at my door. Can you please send someone up?" I asked. "Of course, Ms. Smith, two security officers will be up right now." She assured me. "Thank you," I told her kindly. " No problem. If there is anything else you need, let us know." I smiled at her words before hanging up.

I went back to my ring camera seeing the two security officers coming upstairs and she began making noise. "I am her mother. I have a right to see my daughter." She spoke loudly making me roll my eyes. "But ma'am you're uninvited and we have to escort you from the premises." One of them told her and she kept fussing making one of my neighbors peek outside to see what was going on.

"It's either us or the police. You decide how you want to do this ma'am." He told her becoming frustrated. She walked down the hall to the elevator and they followed her. I sighed in relief seeing her finally leave. She tried calling me but I declined it.

A call from the front desk came through so I answered. "Good evening Ms.Smith, there's a gentleman here to see you." My heart dropped thinking of Michael, I sat up in my bed from lying down. "What's his name?" I asked growing nervous.

"Cameron Wright." I sighed in relief. "Yes, you can allow him upstairs. He's my friend." I told her. " no problem." I hung up feeling a sigh of relief again, I would've told her to call the police if that was Michael.

Watching my ring camera to be sure it was him. My heart grew so warm seeing it was him. I rushed to the door opened it and jumped into his arms. "Cammy.."I squealed as he held onto me for dear life. Still holding onto me, he carefully walked us inside my apartment locking and closing my front door.

We just stood there for a moment holding one another. I took my face out of his neck and just looked at him, and he did the same. "your dad gave me your address, I hope that's fine." I shook my head yes. He began kissing me all over my face making me smile just a little.

"Can you take us to my bedroom? It's that way." I directed him and he didn't hesitate. I just didn't wanna let him go, Cameron was one of my best friends until Michael came along. Our bond was so strong, that nothing could break it. I could tell him anything and I mean anything but I don't know what the hell happened.

He sat on my bed and I sat on my bed but with my legs in his lap. I just smiled looking at his face, my heart was warm. I just missed him so bad man, I can't explain it. "what the hell happened?" I asked him.

He looked at me and smirked shaking his head. "tell me Cameron" I said to him. He took out his phone scrolling and scrolling and scrolling, and then he opened a message thread and handed it to me. It was from my old number.

It read:

I don't think it's appropriate to be friends with you anymore, out of respect for my boyfriend. It's just best we go separate ways and move on from one another. Please don't call or contact me ever again. Respect that.

I threw the phone in his lap growing angry. I removed my legs from off of him and crawled under my blanket in the center of my bed. I hate that man with every single fiber in my body. Did he cut my best friend off? I thought Cameron hated me and just left because.

"It was him. I'm so sorry Cammy." My tears just began flowing. He took off his shoes and crawled into my bed with me. He placed my head on his chest and his on top of mine. "He never deserved you, and I'm never going anywhere." I just can't believe he did that but, he's done so much I don't know why I'm surprised.

"I love you," I told him. He kissed my forehead. " I love you too Nes." It warmed my heart hearing him call me by the nickname he gave me.

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