Chapter Fifteen 🧡

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Stevie: you sent those flowers? *smelling a familiar fragrance that she has smelled once before on symere's shirt*

Amora: *smirks* yep! i knew you would like them

Stevie: see bitch you gone make me beat your ass!

Amora: oh dear that's not the way to talk to someone who has your life in their hands .. and besides hitting a pregnant woman wouldn't look too good on your reputation

Stevie: the fuck you talking about?

Amora: *unzips her purse and pulls out a pregnancy test and a ultrasound picture* this is why i brought you here tonight. to celebrate the good news!

Stevie: ... the fuck that gotta do with me? *looking at the items*

Amora: you're gonna be a step mom silly *smiling*

Stevie: *angrily throws her wine on amora and walks out the restaurant*

-At the Shop-

*reese and symere working on symere's car*

Symere: i can't believe this shit! i put a lot of time and MONEY in this car and she gone come and fuck it up.

Reese: this car should be the least of your problems! how you gone tell stevie man? if you don't tell her now she's gonna find out the wrong way.

Stevie: SYMERE!?!?! *angrily walking into the salon*

Reese: oh shit. that don't sound too good bro.

Symere: *walks from behind the car* what's up baby

Stevie: *approches symere and slaps him hard*

Symere: *holds the side of his face* oww! girl what the fuck is wrong with you

Stevie: *punches him in the chest* YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH THAT SLUT AND GOT HER PREGNANT!!

Symere: wait what!? who told you that!?

Stevie: IT DOESNT MATTER! just please tell me this isn't true..

Symere: ....

Reese: ....

Stevie: it's true huh? *starts to get emotional* dammit sy! why!!

Symere: baby it was a accident i was wrapped up in the moment.

Stevie: *hits him again* you can give this tramp a baby but can't even provide one for your own wife!

Symere: *breathes deeply* maybe i'm not the problem!!

Stevie: .....

Reese: uh oh....

Stevie: *chuckles* wooow...

Symere: *sighs* look baby i'm sorry

Stevie: *chuckles as she walks out the shop*

Symere: ....

Reese: well...

Symere: ...

Reese: *clears throat* ...that went well

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