was shamelessly flirting with her ex’s best friend.
Drake was a little shocked by her forwardness. In all the time that he’d known Ashanti, she had never shown any interest in him. He assumed it was because she was the loyal type chick, but he was now seeing another side of her.
“I will be in town for two more days. Why, what’s up?” If he had it his way, he was going to have her legs high in the air calling him Daddy before midnight.
Ashanti crossed her legs and leaned forward, causing her overflowing cleavage to bulge out of her dress even more.
“Well, I was thinking we could hook up and I could show you around. I mean only if you want to,” She flirted.
Drake swallowed hard as he tried to keep his eyes off of her heavily endowed chest. He chuckled and threw the rest of his drink back. She was up to something, but he just wasn’t sure what it was. “Sure, why don’t you put your number in my phone and I will hit you up later.”
After saving her name and number in his phone, she stood up and hugged him tightly, making sure to press her breasts up against his chest.
“Call sooner than later,” she whispered in his ear before turning around and heading back over to join her sister at their table.
Ashanti laid in Tyson’s bed trying to figure out how she was going to get herself out of the mess that she’d gotten into. Once Tyson found out that the baby she was carrying wasn’t his, she was going to lose him forever. Tears cascaded down her face. The more she wiped them away the more they rained down even harder. Drake didn’t even know the baby she was carrying was really his. He was nothing more than a play thing, someone to keep her pockets fat and tighten her up from time to time. They had slept together that same night she ran into him at the restaurant and all through the weekend. He broke her off some cash and had even sent her money whenever she called him after they’d hooked up. To make matters worse, Drake had started visiting her in Florida for a little while and then suddenly he stopped calling her.
“Are you asleep?” she heard Tyson say behind her. She quickly wiped her face and turned around. He stood there looking as handsome as ever in a pair of baby blue basketball shorts and a white wife beater. Ashanti couldn’t help but stare at his dick print.
The solemn look on his tired face made her heart ache. She wanted nothing more than to pull him into her arms and make love to him. But she knew it was too soon to make a move like that. Besides she was nine months pregnant and was due to have this baby any day now.
“No, I’m just laying here thinking about our baby and what a messy situation he is coming into.” She rubbed her protruding belly. What she said was partially true, the situation was definitely messy. Tomorrow she planned on meeting up with Drake to tell him about the baby. Hopefully he could come up with a plan to make sure the DNA test came back with Tyson as the father. Drake had connections in Atlanta, not to mention his parents were heavy in the healthcare industry, both owning several medical practices all over the city. Surely there was a way to change the father’s name on the paternity test.
Tyson’s eyes lit up when she mentioned that the baby was a boy. He always wanted a son, but just not under these circumstances. He suppressed the smile that was forming on his face and cleared his throat.
“Listen, I wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. This whole thing with Delaney has my head all messed up right now. I meant every word that I said, but I didn’t have to talk to you with way I did.” The sincerity in his eyes melted her heart. Damn Ty was a good man, one of the best men she’d ever met. How could she have been so stupid to have fucked up such a good thing?
Ashanti smiled lovingly at him. “I appreciate you saying that and I accept your apology, Ty. But we still need to talk about this baby and how we plan to raise him. I
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