-Next Morning-
Stevie: *laying on symere's chest, and plays with his dread*
Symere: *wraps his arms around her and holds her tight*
Stevie: *sighs* i could stay here all day. i don't wanna go to work
Symere: *smiles and kisses her forehead* i know baby but there's money to be made...
Stevie: *sighs, stands up, and throws on her gown*
Symere: guess i'll head to the shop
Stevie: i'll drop you off before heading to the salon... just need to take a quick shower
Symere: *stands up and puts his boxers on* cool, you hungry?
Stevie: yeah i ca—
*symere's phone ring*
Symere: *looks at the phone and declines the call*
Stevie: who was it?
Symere: nobody baby.. so what you want to eat?
Stevie: *looks at symere* it doesn't matt—
*his phone rings again*
Symere: *sighs in frustration*
Stevie: is that her?
*phone still ringing*
Stevie: is. that. her?
Symere: *looks at stevie*
*phone still ringing*
Stevie: SYMERE!? is it her!?!
Symere: *smacks his lips together* baby if
we ignore her she may stop calling
Stevie: give it to me... *holds her hand out*
*phone still ringing*
Symere: baby.. she—-
Stevie: *snatches the phone away from him and answers it* HELLO?
(phone conversation)
Amora: well well well if it isn't the bitter ass wife who won't accept the fact that her husband is happy with someone else
Stevie: LISTEN BITCH! IF ITS NOT CONCERNING MY MAN CHILD DO NOT CALL OR TEXT HIS PHONE! I DON'T LIKE REPEATING MYSELF SO YOU BETTER LISTEN AND LISTEN REAL GOOD YOU HOME WRECKING PIECE OF SHIT! BOOTY CALLING DAYS ARE OVER!!! HE DOESN'T WANT YOU! THIS IS YOUR WARNING *hangs up*
(end of conversation)
Stevie: *takes a deep breath and throws it on the bed*
Symere: .... *picks up his phone* still want breakfast or????
*his phone rings again*
Symere: uuhh oooohh...
Stevie: *takes his phone again and answers it*
TRY ME BITCH!!!!!!!!
Stevie: *hangs up and toss it again* i'm telling you if she rings this phone one more time.. it's gonna be bad.
Symere: i mean you did warn her.. *shrugs his shoulders*
Stevie: i'm going to shower *walks towards the bathroom*
Symere: *shakes his head and sits on the end of the bed*
Stevie: *steps in the doorway naked* wanna join me?
Symere: *smirks, gets up and follows her to the bathroom*
YOU ARE READING
Uninvited Guest
General Fiction**COMPLETED** Symere & Stevie Davis, a young married couple who struggles to conceive baby endure bigger problems when one mistake causes someone life.
