Snatched Up By A Bad Boy 2

by Prenisha Aja

  I turned towards Jadoré as she tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with me.

  “Why you never told me that?” I asked.

  “Would it have made a difference?” She shrugged as she stood up, and I did the same.

  “How would you know?”

  “Troy, stop. The only person that you were worried about was Brynlee.”

  “Well we got now,” I replied.

  Jadoré tilted her head and I could see the love she had for me in her eyes, but she shook her head no and backed back a little.

  “Troy, not like this, but no matter what I’ll be here for you,” she replied as she walked off and headed back to her room.

  I stood there for a minute deep in my thoughts. Maybe I should give Jadoré a chance. I didn’t see any harm in it. This was probably how it was supposed to be all along.

  Exhaling, I sat back down with my son and smiled at him. Things in my life were crazy right now and the only thing that made sense was him. So, I was just going to take life day by day and strive for better.

  Brynlee

  Sitting in the middle of Sawyer’s huge bed with his MacBook in my lap, I did what I had always loved to do. I was currently scanning through blog sites, keeping up on all the latest.

  At times, I did miss working and wanted to have my own income, but I also knew how biased we journalists could be. Being with Sawyer had opened my eyes to so many different things and when I did start back working, I didn’t want to report stories how I used to, especially if it meant tearing down someone else’s life.

  Sighing, I continued to scroll down the Catch The Tea blog site and smiled when my and Sawyer’s picture came up next, but that smile quickly faded when I began to read what was written underneath it.

  Houston’s hottest upcoming rapper Sawyer McKnight and his hot new girlfriend Brynlee Millz. Even though they seem like the perfect pair, we can’t help but wonder, how long will it last? You know how these rappers are these days….

  The blog continued to of course, try to uplift but also was shooting shade at the same time by writing something that was so irrelevant. However, it had pissed me off. I was just thankful they hadn’t dug deep into my past and reported some shit about my ex.

  “What you in here doing baby, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your doctor’s appointment.” Sawyer walked in and over to me.

  He leaned close to me, planting his fist into the mattress as he kissed me on the cheek.

  “Yeah, I’m about to get up. I was just reading,” I replied, trying to scroll up so he wouldn’t see the blog.

  Sawyer quickly picked the MacBook up out of my lap and scrolled so he could see what I was reading.

  “Man, I don’t even know why you read this fake ass shit. I mean, I get you used to do the shit but let’s be real, this shit doesn’t do nothing but fuck up your day,” he reminded me, and he was right.

  This wasn’t the first time that a blog had upset me when it came to my and Sawyer’s relationship.

  “I know,” I pouted, scooting out of the bed as he closed the laptop and sat it on the dresser next to the TV.

  “Exactly, now come on so we can go check on our baby.” He pulled me close and began to rub on my stomach.

  I thanked God every day for letting me make it further and further. Things were speeding right along and I had no complaints.

  Today was going to be the day that we found out the sex; however, it was going to be secret because we were having a gender reveal that my best friend Merci was going to host and put together.

  “Let me get dressed.” I pulled away from him.

  “Yeah, you do that.” Sawyer tapped me on the ass as the sound of someone knocking on the door pulled his attention and made him scrunch up his face.

  There weren’t many who could have been knocking because to get in his gate you had to have a keycard or get buzzed in and to my knowledge, the only people that had one were me, Luca, and Greyson.

  Of course, I had to know who it was, so I wobbled a little as I walked down the stairs. When I hit the bottom step, I jerked my head back and scrunched up my face, because why in the hell was she here?

  “Brynlee, go back upstairs, let me handle this.” Sawyer looked at me and pointed towards the stairs as if I was a child.

  He then turned and looked at Nikki, who of course had on some really tight clothes, hair done and her makeup done. She was dressed like she was coming here to do a music video shoot.

  “You should have gotten that damn keycard from her when you fired her,” I spat, and Sawyer, turned towards me with a stern look and I reluctantly made my way back up the stairs as they talked.

  While I was in the bathroom, Sawyer was now back up the stairs and inside of the room. I could hear him shuffling some things around, so I stepped out to see what he was doing and what did Nikki want.

  “You good babe?” I asked, with a wire brush in my hand as I tried to brush and untangle the ends of my hair.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” he replied, never really looking at me but continuously searching for whatever he was looking for.

  “Uhmm, you need help finding something?” I asked.

  “Nah, you done getting ready babe so we can head out?”

  “In a few,” I answered him, turning to go back into the bathroom so that I could finish getting ready.

  I kept the bathroom door open so that I could keep an eye on him and also so that I could still finish getting ready and ask him what in the hell did ol’ girl want.

  “So, Sawyer, what in the hell did she want? And I hope you got that key card from her,” I expressed, as I unscrewed the tube of light pink lip gloss and smeared it across my lips.

  “Uhh... Uhh, she wanted her damn job back. I kind of did fire her on short notice.” He took her defense, so I stuck my head out of the bathroom.

  “Ughh... uhhh, what?” I was now standing in front of him.

  Sawyer went from looking down at his phone, which I assumed he was looking for, and slowly brought his head up. When his gaze met mine, he licked his lips, ran his hand across his chin a few times then smirked.

  “Are you jealous of her?” he asked, taking me aback.

  “What the hell, no,” I spat, now annoyed that he would even ask me that.

  “You sure, because I sure hope not.” He got up all smooth and shit, towering over me, smelling so good, a smell that I had grown to love and crave.

  “I promise you I’m not,” I let him know, and he slowly nodded his head up and down before he grabbed me close and kissed me.

  “Brynlee listen, she only came by because she wanted her job back, that is it, that is all. Now are you ready so we can go? Or we’re going to be late.” He looked behind me as he held his arm up to look at the time on his watch.

  “I’m ready.”

  I then grabbed my purse and my things and headed out the door and to our doctor’s appointment.

  Arriving at the doctor, Sawyer of course came around and opened my door for me. I swear, he was the most thuggish gentleman that I knew. Even though he was rough around the edges, he was filled with love and ever since I met him, I felt it.

  I stepped out of the car and Sawyer grabbed my hand, leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and we walked inside. I loved the fact that he always showed me affection. No matter where we were or what type of mood we were in.

  The cool breeze from inside of the clinic made me shiver, especially since I had decided on wearing a damn spaghetti strap shirt.

  “You need me to go get you my jacket out the car?” he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

  “No, it’s ok,” I replied, as I signed in at the front desk and took the papers that I needed to fill out from the receptionist behind the desk.

  She could barely focus on me because she was too busy drooling over him. I hated that.

  Snapping my fingers in her face, she picked her mouth off the floor and looked at me, embarrassed by the fact that she
was basically gawking over a man who was at an OBGYN clinic with his woman.

  “Yes, can I help you?” she asked, trying to fix her face and give me a smile.

  “Yes, you can,” I replied, leaning in a little closer because I didn’t want the surrounding people to hear me. “You can stop lusting over my man because that dick belongs to me.” I winked.

  I let out a loud chuckle as I walked away, leaving her with a shitty look on her face, but I had to let her know.

  “What you say to that woman?” Sawyer laughed as he wrapped his arm around me.

  “Oh nothing…just know I ain’t playing behind you,” I stated, cool, calm and collected as I filled out the papers.

  He laughed and shook his head at my antics as he went to texting on his phone. I tried to discreetly look as I filled out the papers at the same time, but that didn’t work.

  Clearing my throat, I signed my name on the last paper before I handed it over to Sawyer so that he could walk it back up there. The only reason why I did it was to taunt the woman that worked at the desk.

  “Baby can you take this back up there for me?” I asked nicely, and he looked at me crazily before he got up and walked his tall, fine ass so smoothly over there, leaving his smell lingering.

  I swear, I understood why she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was basically famous, a rapper, fine and might I add with some bomb ass dick. Sawyer was the total package which as I thought about it, was kind of scary.

  In the beginning, yes, he had some issues, but since then nothing had occurred, which frightened me. I was now sitting down as an ill feeling came over me from my own damn thoughts.

  “Brynlee Millz, we are ready for you.” A pretty white woman peeked from the door on the left as she looked down at her clipboard. She had been my doctor for the last few months.

  Since Sawyer was already up, he met me in the middle of the clinic, grabbed my hand and we followed the lady to the back and behind one of the many white doors.

  “You all seem to have a healthy baby. Everything seems to be going just fine, continue to take things easy like you’ve been doing.” She continued to rub my belly with the stick thingy, and I looked at the monitor as the sounds of my child’s heartbeat filled the room.

  Every time I heard it, it was an emotional experience because I couldn’t believe that I was still making it further and further along in my pregnancy.

  Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down as I felt Sawyer’s hand rest on top of mine. I turned my head to look at him and he blew me a kiss as I blinked back the tears that I had cried at every doctor’s visit.

  “Are you ready to find out the sex of the baby?” she beamed as she began to move the stick around on my belly.

  “Can you just write it down? We don’t want to know yet,” I told her and she nodded.

  “I want to know,” Sawyer butted in, and I cut my eyes at him.

  “Come on baby. We talked about this. I’m going to get Merci to host us a gender reveal and let all of our family know. I think it’s safe to do so now.”

  I had been keeping my pregnancy a secret from my parents and I had begged Sawyer to not tell his parents yet. I just felt like it was bad luck for me to do so and I wanted to wait until after a certain mark to let everyone know.

  I had also been hiding out at Sawyer’s house. I wasn’t going out much and I had been avoiding my parents like crazy. I knew the minute my mother saw me, there would be no way I could lie to her. I mean, I had a belly now. It wasn’t as big as I thought it would be. I had actually been doing really good by not gaining that much weight, only belly.

  “Man, alright,” Sawyer caved.

  I smiled really big because I loved how he was willing to do whatever in order to keep me happy.

  After the doctor wrote down the gender of our child, she brought it back in. I was now back in my clothes and ready to go to the nearest restaurant to feed my face.

  “Baby, can we go somewhere and eat please?” I begged as he we held hands, while walking to the car.

  “Yeah, that’s cool, but I have to go to the studio,” he let me know as he opened the door for me.

  I got inside of the car and watched him as he rounded the car. I wanted to go to the studio with him. That was one thing I had never done. I wanted to go and watch him do something that he loved.

  I had witnessed him on the stage and in front of the cameras, but never had I been to the studio with him.

  “Hey baby, can I go to the studio with you?” I asked once he got inside.

  “Hell yeah, but understand, I be in that bitch for hours. Yo’ ass gon’ be taking an Uber home,” he explained, and even though I understood what he said, I still wanted to go.

  Sitting in the studio with Sawyer, Spiff and Luca, as I munched on a bag of red Doritos, I watched my baby work. I swear, to watch him zone out and do what he loves, was turning me on and if no one was here, I would have most likely given it to him right in the studio.

  “I think I need to do that part over, what you think?” He looked to Spiff for his opinion.

  Spiff was a cool ass dude; he wasn’t nowhere near the height of the other men. He was skinny, with tattoos all over his body and even on his face. He had dreads that were no longer than my index finger and from his accent, I could tell that he wasn’t from around here. If I had to guess I would say New Orleans.

  “It sounds straight to me but you the boss man.”

  “What you think Luca?” Sawyer turned to him and Luca looked up at him, eyes so low they damn near were closed.

  This nigga was so damn high, that it didn’t make no sense.

  “Man, this nigga here.” Sawyer chuckled as he looked over at me.

  “Baby what you think?” I was in the process of putting a chip in my mouth when I paused and just stared at him.

  He had totally caught me off guard and I personally didn’t think he would ask for my opinion.

  “Uhmm…” I paused. “I think the beginning you could come off a little stronger other than that, it’s straight.” I gave him my honest opinion and I thought I had said the wrong thing because he twisted his face up and looked at me intensely.

  “Did I say the wrong thing?” I slowly bit down on my chip and looked around at everyone.

  “Nah, you said exactly what the fuck I was thinking.” Sawyer got up from the chair and came to kiss me on the lips, not caring that my mouth was full of Doritos.

  “See, that’s why I love yo’ ass,” he confessed.

  “You love me?” I asked, not caring about the other people that were in the room with us.

  This would have been the first time he had said it to me and because of the fact that I was pregnant and emotional, my ass was about to start crying.

  “Hell yeah girl, stop playing with me,” he replied as if I was supposed to know that by reading his mind.

  “Get y’all ol’ lovey dovey ass on somewhere.” Luca’s high ass burst out laughing.

  “Nigga, I be glad when you get you a bitch so you can shut up,” Sawyer joked.

  “I found her, and you took her from me.” Luca reached over and playfully reached for my hand causing Sawyer to go into protective mode.

  They then began to playfully fight with each other, and I shook my head at the two of them while still eating my chips and floating on cloud nine after hearing Sawyer confess his love for me.

  Sawyer

  It was now one o’clock in the morning and I was still in the studio putting in work. Brynlee had taken her sleepy ass home around nine o’clock and I had been focused and vibing out to the music.

  It was like I had a lot I wanted to rap about. Some shit I wanted to get off of my chest. I also had a new song now, that was about Brynlee, that I wanted to put on my album.

  From the gate, it was something about Brynlee that I knew was so special. Did I know it was going to come with all the drama and even having to kill a nigga? Nah, but it is what it is. I wouldn’t change shit about what had happened between the two
of us because we probably wouldn’t be where we were right now.

  “Say my nigga, I’m out.” Spiff got up from the chair and we dapped each other up and ended it with a brotherly hug.

  “Aite. I’m about to head up out of here in a few,” I replied.

  “Bet,” Spiff said as he grabbed his backpack and headed out of the door.

  I sat back down and began to play around with the keys, causing a beat to drop. I had my pen and my notepad out as I bobbed my head to the beat of the music and began to let my words bleed through the pen.

  Who the fuck is this? I thought as I reached inside of my pocket for my phone. Normally, I would have my phone on silent, but the way Brynlee’s pregnancy was set up, I couldn’t.

  Ugh, I huffed, seeing that it was Nikki, my old housekeeper, calling me. Lord knows I should have never dicked her down because now she was running around here talking about she was pregnant. I wasn’t with the shit. I wasn’t even going to entertain it because I knew she wasn’t. I couldn’t say there was no way in hell, because I did fuck her, but the shit just didn’t add up with her.

  She hadn’t said shit about being pregnant until she met Brynlee, followed by her getting fired. When she came to my house, she hadn’t just come there to talk about getting her job back. She was rambling on not just about her job but about how she missed me, and when I told her that it wasn’t like that with the two of us, she started talking about she was pregnant. Fucked up a nigga’s whole mood.

  I hurried up and threw her ass up out of my house. And even though I was the nigga that preached about having open communication and not lying about shit, I found myself lying and not being able to tell Brynlee the truth.

  Only reason why, was because I didn’t want to upset her with that type of news. I mean, how fucked up would it be and how would I look to hit her with that type of shit, while she was pregnant. After witnessing her come face to face with her old nigga’s baby mama that he had on the low, I just had to make sure the shit was true first before I jeopardized my relationship.