CEO's Baby Mama

I'd long forgotten about the drama at my apartment when I returned. Yeah, my apartment. My fucking apartment. I'd saved every penny, juggling multiple jobs to afford the rent. I had expected some respect from Fred and Janine.

Between the two beings, I didn't know who I could tag the best pretender of the year. Fred? For acting like he loved me, living under my roof and fucking me and my best friend at the same time. Or Janine, who had been like a sister to me since middle school.

"Bloody betrayers," I cursed under my breath once I got to the door of my apartment. Turning the knob, I expected to see the two of them cuddled up in the living room or something. Instead, I found Fred, controller in hand, engrossed in his nonsensical video games.

"Babe, you're back. Look, Indiyah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fucked Janine. Believe me, I haven't slept since last night." Fred jumped at me, tossing his controller to the side.

I cringed. Just the sight of him disgusted me. How had I lived with this man for two years? Let him touch me for two damn years?

"Will you get your hands of me or do you never want to have hands again?" I spat, narrowing my gaze at his hands on my arm.

Fred hesitated, but then he took his hands off me.

"Can we talk about this, Indiyah?" He started again.

Christ! Can't this dude get a fucking hint. Did he want me to spell out the status of our relationship to him? I ignored him, pushing past his frame into the open room.

"Indiyah, talk to me. I hate it when you keep me hanging like this." Fred watched me intently, like a mother hen would its chicks.

"Fred, this..." I gesture between me and him with a slight wave of my left hand. "This is over. I'm leaving for New York right now." Grabbing my suitcase, I began hurling my clothes out of the closet, folding and dumping them into the open suitcase.

"You don't mean that. Babe... you are not seriously going to walk away from our relationship of two years just because I made one mistake.​"

His words were brutal. I couldn't stop the rage inside me from spilling out into my next words and action. My palm connected with his palm, the sound of the slap echoing in the room.

"I fucked a random stranger, Fred. How's that for a mistake?" I asked, with a raise of my brow.

I'd give anything to see the look on Fred's face again. Immense satisfaction is what I felt. Yes. In your face, you cheating bastard.

"You did not..." Fred gazed at me, his eyes taking a different emotion. Heck, I didn't care.

"I did. I rode his dick and guess what Fred? He came inside of me. No condom, nothing." I chuckled derisiously. The crazy part of my brain was ignited the night I saw him cheating on me.

"Slut!" Fred spat, recoiling in disgust.

"It's not a crime to be a slut, is it? Spare me the name calling and think about what mess you'll be in once I'm gone."

He watched me gather the last remaining of my belongings into the bag, without uttering a word. Whatever was going through that fucked up brain of his was none of my business. I was past caring.

"Janine is pregnant, and it's my baby." Fred said just as my hand hovered above the door knob, ready to turn it. I froze. My chest tightened. Get a hold of yourself, Indiyah. You're better than he thinks. You're worth more than Janine or any woman will ever be.

"You stopped. I know you still have feelings for me, Indiyah. And believe me, I do too. The only reason I fucked her was because I wanted a child so bad. I know you can't have children because of the..."

"Fuck you Fred. Fuck you! I can't have children? Just because we've been trying and you couldn't be patient? I had two abortions for you, betrayer. You sweet talked me into it. Now you open that hole of yours to tell me I can't have children. I hate you."

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt a dull ache in my chest. Fuck! It hurts. I had to get out of here, and fast.

"You're such a bitch, you know that."

"Well Frederick, you'll regret knowing this bitch." I turned the knob, dragging my suitcase out with me.

Thankfully, the uber I'd booked earlier arrived and he even came down to help me drag my suitcase and put it in the car. I glanced back at the apartment. The door was still shut. Fred didn't come after me.

"Airport" I called out to the driver.

The tears didn't stop. If anything, they intensified. Two years, gone quickly down the drain. I'd wasted such a long time with the wrong person.

What would my Nana say when I rounded up at her home, with a suitcase and a teary face? That she warned me and I didn't listen? More tears trickled down my face. I was suddenly realizing how fucked up I was. I couldn't go to Nana's. I could not bare to see the loathing look and 'I told you so' she'd throw at me.

Janine would have been an option had she not betrayed me.

I rummaged my purse. I still had my card with me. Not that it contained much money, but it could afford a nice, luxury, hotel. Until I could stand back on my feet and put my messed up life back together.

"Grace ville Suites," I told the uber driver.

"Not airport road?" He glanced at me through the mirror.

"Grace ville Suites," My words came out a bit harsher than intended.

I'd stay for a few days at the hotel. During that time, I'd get a job, save up and rent an apartment. I knew it wouldn't be easy to recover from a break up. Fred's betrayal made me swear of love and its whispering false promises. I'd turn celibate.

My life would be back on track again.

I just wish that would be the case.

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