Lia’s Lust: Brotherly Love
The Cat’s Out Of The Bag Scene…
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Meeting the parents wasn’t so bad. I’d taken a pill to counteract nausea, and I was holding up exceptionally well despite the circumstances. A late lunch followed by drinks on the large wraparound porch, Scrooge kept gracing me with meaningful glances that I tried my best to ignore.
It was fun, and his parents were entertaining. The meeting was a success! I’m on my third mocktail when Scrooge does the unthinkable. “Lia and I were engaged once before.”
“Scrooge!” I admonish, as I’m mortified. This conversation was best left for a later date or not at all. “It’s okay, Lia. Scrooge has always been the black sheep. This news doesn’t shock us.” His mother replies, trying to reassure me.
Looking into his eyes, I’m trying to discern if he’s drunk or not. He’s stone-cold sober, and I give him the evil eye. His response is to offer me a slight devilish smirk. “And you’re going to be grandparents.” He adds. I almost fell out of my chair!
The mocktail that I’d been trying to swallow flies out of my mouth and across the porch. Everyone’s silent at the news and the spectacle I just made of myself. The silence is ominous. “Congratulations, big brother.” The sound of his voice has me shrinking in my chair. I’d know that voice in a room full of fifty men.
“Kwame, I want you to meet Lia, my soon-to-be baby momma.” Scrooge has come out of his seat to welcome his brother, and I don’t even want to look up. Terrified isn’t the word. “Lia?” Scrooge inquires. I’m stuck, eyes averted, and staring at my drink. “Girl, stop acting crazy.”
I’m embarrassed, scared, and then angry. I want to blame someone for my discomfort. It might as well be Scrooge, as I wouldn’t be In this predicament if he hadn’t told all of my business. “I’m not no damn baby momma.” That’s the only sentence that I can manage at the moment.
“Anyway, K, this is Lia.”
Coming to my feet to finally greet him, I offer my hand, and I’m pulled into a hug. His hand discreetly drifts to my ass, and he has a firm grip. “Just as I remember.” He whispers, for my ears only. Releasing me, I’m turned on and confused.“How far along are you? He asks.
Kwame’s question has me beside myself with dread. My gaze goes to his solid tall frame, locs, handsome face, and the malice behind those beautiful dark eyes. The man of my fantasies is terrorizing me intentionally. I’d fucked him and his brother, and he’s literally asking me who the father is. Hell, I’d be angry too.
Well, it’s time to put my big girl panties on and face the music. I didn’t know that they were brothers. So, I’m not shouldering all of the blame. Everyone’s waiting expectantly for my response. Scrooge’s eyes are narrowing in suspicion by the minute.
“Three months,” I respond, looking Kwame dead in his eyes and declaring war.
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