Chapter 10 (Lea)

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It was no surprise that Antwan ordered me

and Mahogany to stay longer than expected.

Here Tierra was barely three months pregnant

and he expected us to do everything for her. It

wasn't like she was on bed rest. I didn't

understand why he wanted us to hold her

damn hand. Bitch never had to work for

anything in life. Nothing!

"Listen, daddy is gone be out of town for a

few weeks. I need the two of you to make sure

Tierra is eating healthy and staying off her feet

as much as possible. Don't let nothing happen

to my baby." He said to me and Mahogany. I

wasn't sure if he meant the actual baby or

Tierra because he treated her like a damn baby.

Tierra had fell asleep on the couch. Bitch was

two seconds pregnant and acted like she

couldn't manage the symptoms. Weak ass

bitch.

Mahogany was cleaning before Twan gave her

a peck on the lips. "Thank you for everything."

He said with a sincere tone. She smiled.

"Anytime baby. I won't let you down." She

replied. He never showed me any personal

appreciation besides paying my bills and that

was getting old.

Whenever he approached me the delivery

wasn't even the same as with his other women.

It felt like he stayed on my ass the most. What

did he think? He must of figured if Nate could

treat me fucked up than so could he.

"Lea, I want that laundry taken care of

tonight and don't forget to make sure you get

the groceries for dinner." He expressed without

hesitation. Who did he think I was? His pet?

He didn't even want me? He acted like he

didn't care if I stayed, but panicked about me

leaving. I didn't understand. He had my

emotions all fucked up. Then the way he beat

my pussy up just nights before really drove me

insane.

I couldn't take the feeling of being trampled

over anymore. Something had to give. I wasn't

going to let him keep hurting me like this

without allowing him to feel anything. That's

when the master plan popped in my head.

I decided to call an old friend of mine. Well

not really a friend, but an old client from the

club. He was a doctor named Greg. He was well

respected at the hospital he worked.

Greg was an older guy, but he kept himself

up. He was nearly fifty with a nice muscular

body and smooth chocolate skin. He used to be

my favorite client, until he became bitter when

I stopped giving him the coochie.

    As soon as I was alone I called him. I knew

that he wasn't going to do any favors for me

without something in return. He answered his

phone in a not so thrilled tone. "Yes who is

this?" He asked. I could tell he was trying to

act, but he knew exactly who was calling. "You

don't miss me?" I replied with a question so

manipulating. "Lea? Last time we spoke you

told me to lose your number so I did." He

stated cutting. "Honey don't be like that. I

know you're mad, but you can't stay mad

forever." I told him. "What do you need now?"

He questioned skipping past the small talk. "I

have these damn mice at my place that keep

pestering me at night. I did everything I could

to get rid of them and nothing is working." I

lied. He laughed sarcastically. "You need my

help getting control of your rat problem?" He

teased. "Actually I was doing some research

online, I heard that there's a poison called

arsenic that will kill these things instantly. I

can't even sleep here!" I told him as I put

emphasis on my lies.

He took a deep breath "Lea, I must inform

you that arsenic is highly dangerous and it is

not an easy chemical to get." He explained. "I

can't help you." He finished.

This lying muthafucka could do anything. He

was just being a dick head and that bothered

me. "Well I thought being who you are with all

your connects, you could get whatever you

want, but I guess I'll just have to call my other

doctor friend." I had to boost his ego and kill it

at the same time. "Fine! I'll get you the arsenic,

but what do I get in return?" He gave in with

an attitude. "I can do that one thing you like if

you can get it to me fast enough." I flirted. "I

can get it this week, but don't tell not a soul. I

can lose my license for this." He expressed.

    Speaking of ego, mine  was on top of the

world. I had just proved to myself that I could

do anything. I felt like a bad bitch and after this

was over I would officially become one.

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