Chapters (38)
- UNEXPECTED PASS
- Copyright
- Connect with BLP
- CONTENTS
- Dedication
- TRIGGER WARNING
- NOTE FROM A. BLOSSOM
- SYNOPSIS
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Epilogue
- AFTERWORD
- A WORD FROM B
My connection to Phileigh was strange, especially given her news about being pregnant by some lame nigga, but there was something magnetic about her that I couldn’t shake. I couldn’t even bring myself to stop feasting on her sweet ass pussy when she’d first broke the news. I was down bad behind Phileigh, and I’d only known shorty for a couple of hours.
“You want to date her?” My mom’s eyebrows raised.
“Get to know her first, and then yeah... maybe.”
I hadn’t dated anyone in about three years. I didn’t have time to try to sort the good ones from the boppers. Every woman I encountered, I had to ensure she was genuine, understood my schedule, and wasn’t after me for a come up. It was exhausting and draining. It was easier to take them to bed when I wanted and have them sign NDAs. I didn’t have to worry about that with Phileigh, though. She was different. I could sense that shit.
“If that’s the case, you just have to make sure she understands your lifestyle, how complicated things are, how important your image is.” She took a few steps closer to me, catching me off guard with her statement. “And you have to understand that this is a different world for her.”
That wasn’t what I expected her to say. I expected her to start building a case against Phileigh, but this was the opposite. This was a case for Phileigh and our future relationship. I turned to my mom with a huge grin on my face.
“You like this girl, don’t you?” I threw her question back because it was the only logical reason for her behavior.
“The background check came back.” She ignored my question and pulled an envelope out of her purse. “According to this, she’s a good girl.”
She handed me the envelope. I opened it, scanning through the pages quickly. There it was—everything about Phileigh Read that I needed to know. She was an only child who grew up in a low-income neighborhood with her mother and father. I glanced at the thin file. She had no criminal record and no scandalous posts or exes on social media. Her image was clean. She was just a regular girl making an honest living as a barber.
“She’s a good girl,” I murmured, repeating what my mother had said.
It made me wonder how a nice girl like Phileigh even got involved with the type of bum that would abandon his seed. My heart went out to her. I guess she thought her pregnancy was supposed to push me away, but it only made me want to get closer to her. She didn’t deserve to go through this alone, and I wouldn’t let her.
“I like her for you. She brings out the grown man, protector side of you. Reminds me of your grandfather.”