You're My Little Secret 2 (9 page)

KENNEDI

“Did you order yet?” Tiffany asked as she walked up to the table. We were having lunch on the patio of a popular grill in the French Quarters. I was also meeting with my mother and the wedding planner, Paris. I asked Tiffany to come early so we could talk privately.

“No, I was waiting until everybody got here,” I replied.

“Well, order some appetizers or something. I’m hungry,” she whined. I called the waitress over and ordered us some appetizers and drinks.

“So what’s going on?” She asked me.

“Girl, where do I start? It’s just so much.”

“Start from the beginning,” she said engrossed in what I had to say.

“Well, first of all, I found out that Dominic got his baby mama an apartment.”

“How do you know that?” She inquired.

“I pulled up his bank account info in our database. He’s been writing checks to a realty company for the last few months and in the notes it says it’s for rent. We paid our lease out for the year, so I know it’s not for our place,” I informed her.

“You need to stop looking for stuff. You never like what you find out when you do.”

“Girl, I know you didn’t just say that. You’ve been stalking Bryce and Taylor for months.”

“Well, how do you know that the place is for Brooklyn?” She asked ignoring my last comment.

“Who else could it be for Tiffany? I can’t see him paying anybody else’s rent. That bitch is using that baby to her advantage,” I fumed.

“I told you that she would. You need to let his ass know what you found out. Don’t let him think he’s getting away with it.”

“We’ve been getting along so good lately and I want it to stay that way. He’ll have a fit when he finds out that I checked his statements,” I admitted.

“I don’t understand why y’all still have separate bank accounts in the first place. You are about to be his wife,” she said.

“I know that, but he wants to wait until we get married to do all of that. I’m still keeping my separate account anyway. I’ll never let him know how much I stash on the side,” I confessed.

“I know that’s right. Are y’all still going to Destin this weekend?” Tiffany asked.

“Yes, and I can’t wait.” I wanted Dominic and me to get away and spend some time alone before the baby came. He said that he didn’t want me to feel neglected, so he agreed. I was happy about the trip because I needed to talk to him and get a few things straight. I was meeting with my wedding planner in hopes of moving up my wedding date. We’re scheduled to be married in a year, but I don’t want to wait that long anymore. I needed to secure my place in his life because I was starting to feel unsure of where I fit in.

“Do you think he’s going to be mad about you moving up the date?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care. I just hope that Paris can make it happen.”

“How soon are you talking?” Tiffany wanted to know.

“As soon as possible,” I replied. “She can have his baby, but I’ll have his last name.”

“Do you think he’s still messing with her?” Tiffany asked.

“No, he hasn’t given me any reason to think that. Besides a few arguments, everything has been perfect with us,” I admitted.

Once our food came, Tiffany and I ate and talked until my mother and Paris arrived.

“How long have you two been here?” Paris asked us.

“We haven’t been here long. I asked Tiffany to come early so we could talk,” I replied.

“What did you need to talk about? And sit up straight. I hate when you slouch in your seat like that,” my mother commanded.

I did as I was told before I spoke. “I was thinking about moving the wedding date up. What do you think about that?” I asked looking over at Paris.

“Absolutely not!” My mother screeched. “We haven’t even paid for everything yet. We haven’t chosen a caterer and the hall has already been reserved for our original date.”

“How soon are you talking about Kennedi?” Paris asked ignoring my mother.

“It doesn’t matter Paris. We are not changing anything. She only feels like that because that hood rat is almost due to have Dominic’s baby.”

“That has nothing to do with it mama,” I lied.

“That’s bullshit,” my mother whispered angrily. “I don’t understand how you can be intimidated by that low budget bitch in the first place. She’s not even on your level. Even her name is ghetto.” Just like always, my mother managed to make me feel worse. She was right, but I’ll never admit it to her.

“I’m really not in the mood for lunch, after all. I need to go pack for my weekend trip,” I said standing to my feet. I snatched my purse off of the table and walked away feeling defeated. I felt like moving my wedding up was my last resort, and now that wouldn’t happen. Stressed was not even a word to describe how I was feeling. I literally felt like I was losing my mind. I also felt like I was losing my fiancé. From day one Dominic gave me the option to stay or go. Since I couldn’t see myself living without him, leaving was not an option. Brooklyn was due to give birth to my fiancé’s son in another week, or two and I was dying inside. Tiffany kept me updated on everything that she saw via Facebook and Instagram. She and Brooklyn shared some of the same friends, so it was easy for her to spy. It was also her way of low key stalking Bryce and Taylor. She was going just as crazy as I was. I remember sitting inside of Tiffany’s house crying the entire day of Brooklyn’s baby shower. Just to see her walking in my shoes hurt me to my heart. She and Dominic looked like the perfect couple even though I was the one wearing the ring. I felt so angry and betrayed to see his parents and the rest of his family there. They were smiling and happy like she was a part of the family. I understand that the baby would be a part of the family, but Brooklyn was nobody in my eyes.

When I got home, I was happy to see that Dominic was there. I needed to go shopping for our trip, and I wanted him to come with me. I opened the front door and was greeted by a pile of boxes and plastic wrap covering the living room floor. I heard voices coming from upstairs so I headed in that direction. The closer I got, I immediately realized that one of the voices belonged to David. I made it upstairs and stopped in my tracks when I looked into our spare bedroom. We didn’t have any furniture in there, but I used it to store my extra clothes and shoes. Right now, it almost looked like a baby’s nursery.

“What the hell is all of this?” I asked gesturing towards the items with my hand. They had a bassinet, a swing, and a car seat set up in the room. That explained where all the boxes came from.

“I got a few things to keep here for the baby,” Dominic answered.

“And where is all of this supposed to be going?”

“It’s staying in here. It’s not like we use this room for anything. You only store a bunch of clothes and shoes in here.”

“Yeah, but I still don’t want all of this junk in here cluttering it up,” I hissed.

“This is not junk. This is for when my baby comes over here. We already talked about this Kennedi. Don’t start up with your mess again,” he said.

Instead of replying, I turned on my heels and walked out of the room. Dominic was right behind me when I collapsed on the bed in tears.

“Please don’t do this Kennedi. You told me that you were okay with me having stuff here for him.”

“This just hurts so bad Dominic. Even though, I know she’s pregnant it’s really sinking in now. I just can’t believe that you’re having a baby with someone else,” I sobbed.

“Baby, I know that you’re hurting and I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can do to ease the pain.”

“We really need to spend some time alone. Can we leave for Florida on Friday instead of Saturday?” I asked him. I was really trying to play on his sympathy. He hated when I cried, and I always got what I wanted after shedding a few tears.

“Yeah, we can do that. I just need to make sure I have everything in order at work,” he replied while rubbing my back.

I put my head in his lap and enjoyed the much needed attention that I was receiving. Even though his brother was right in the other room, nothing else mattered to me right now, but my future husband.

****

I was so excited when Dominic and I pulled up to our beach front hotel room in Destin. The view was breathtaking, and I couldn’t wait to relax on the beach. The hotel even offered beachfront dining with only bamboo lights to illuminate the area. Dominic seemed to be happy as well. He was checking out the room while I put our things away. He went on the balcony, and I knew what time of day it was from there. No matter where he was or who he was with, Dominic always found the time to get high.

“Do you think you can refrain from smoking just for one weekend?” I nagged.

“Only if you can stop complaining,” he shot back. I tried not to fuss so much, but I just hated some of his bad habits. I often wondered if my nagging is what ran him to Brooklyn in the first place. Maybe she was alright with some of the things he did, but I wasn’t.

“So what do you want to do first?” I asked once he came back into the room.

“This weekend is all about you. We can do whatever you want to do,” he said causing me to blush.

“Well, I want to go to the beach.”

“Let’s do it,” he agreed. Dominic pulled his shirt over his head and stripped out of everything that he had on. I was so busy admiring his body that I never even moved to put on my bathing suit. Minus the millions of tattoos that I could do without, perfect was the only word that I could use to describe him. He was everything that I’ve ever wanted in a husband and more. He had the face and the body, not to mention the bank account to go along with it all. He made one stupid mistake, but I would be a damn fool to give him up to another woman.

“You see something you like?” Dominic asked shaking me from my daze. He never gave me a chance to answer before he started to undress me. He was completely naked and was working hard to make sure I was too. I wrapped my arms around his neck and reciprocated the kiss that he was initiating. I broke the kiss long enough to walk over to the bed and lay flat on my back.

“No Kennedi, get up,” he demanded as he pulled me up from the bed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked confused by his actions.

“I’m tired of doing it like that. Let’s do something different,” he requested.

“Something different like what Dominic? What do you want to do?” I asked.

“Surprise me,” he said smiling. He moved me out of the way and assumed the position that I was just in. I stood there dumbfounded as I watched him lying flat on his back while stroking his rock hard erection. This was the reason why I only gave him sex two to three times a week. He was too damn freaky for me.

“Don’t just stand there, do something,” he urged looking me directly in my eyes. I knew he wanted me to get on top. I don’t know why since he never seemed to enjoy it anyway. I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I got into the bed and climbed on top of him. He gripped my hips as I slid down onto him. I started to move, but he quickly put an end to that.

“No, just let me do it,” he said with an even tighter grip on my hips. He started off slowly moving me up and down along his length, and it was actually feeling good. After a few minutes of me getting used to it, he started to speed up the pace. Before long, he was slamming me down into him and thrusting into me like we were some wild animals.

“Wait Dominic, this is too rough for me,” I complained. He ignored me, but he seemed to be enjoying it based upon his facial expression. He seemed to have zoned out as he stood up from the bed, never breaking our connection or missing a stroke. I held on tight while he bounced me up and down at a steady pace.

“Dominic stop, put me down,” I said to no avail. When I saw that he still wasn’t stopping, I grabbed his forearms and tried to slow his pace.

“What are you doing?” He groaned in disappointment.

“I told you to stop. You’re going too far,” I answered as I jumped down out of his hold.

“I’m going too far?” He repeated incredulously. “You can’t be serious right now. This is the first time we did something that didn’t include you lying flat on your back.”

“That still doesn’t mean that you can treat me like a street whore. I’m not Brooklyn,” I retorted angrily.

“So I’m treating you like a whore because I want to try something different? We’re not even married yet, and we’re already having sex like an old ass married couple. That shit is boring, and I can do without it,” he yelled hurting my feelings.

“I guess that’s why you got your bitch an apartment. So you can have some in-house pussy whenever you want it. I saw the canceled checks for the rent that you’ve been paying!” I screamed. I didn’t mean to tell on myself, but I was pissed, and I really didn’t care.

“I can see that you’re back to your old bullshit again,” he said while putting on his clothes. “And yeah, I did get her an apartment so that my son can be stable. You are checking my accounts and shit like you the feds. If you wanted to know all you had to do was ask. I don’t have shit to hide.”

“Yeah right, you treat that gutter bitch better than you treat me. You are doing all of this shit for her, and you don’t even know if that’s really your baby or not,” I shouted. Instead of replying, he grabbed his phone and walked out of the room, slamming the door.