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more sickening is the notion that this very well may be Monty’s child. He is her ex-
boyfriend, after all. Either way, the possibility that it’s mine makes me halt this
disrespectful act.
“Well, I think Sanya is quite pretty. Would you like to see a picture, Monty?”
They both jump like the bed is made of lava, and each scrambles to cover important

body parts to no avail. I look at Cassie. “And here I was feeling bad for not spending
quality time with you the last two months.” I chuckle. “I guess Monty was doing a
fine job at keeping you occupied.”
“No, man. We didn’t start hooking up again until a few days before the baby
shower.” Monty protests like that makes a difference.
“I hope you at least wash the sheets after,” I say to the backstabber. Cassie just
studies me. I’m not sure what she is looking for, but when her calculating
expression turns angry, I assume she doesn’t find it. I settle into my spot on the
wall. I tuck my hands in my pockets and cross my right leg over the left. I am ready
to hear the justifications she is about to sprout.
She puts her hands on her hips, no longer concerned about her nudity. “Not
like you’d care anyway. You’re too busy chasing chocolate.”
I shake my head. Angry at the accusation. “I’m assuming Monty is single.” The

dumbass nods his head affirmatively. “So, that makes you the only cheater in the
room, Cass. I want you out.”
She smiles triumphantly. “No can do. I’ve been living here for five months. I
get my mail here, and you added my name to the lease. I would need to be given a
thirty-day eviction notice.” I nod slowly, her plan falling into place. The twat was
using me for accommodations because broke ass Monty couldn’t afford this type
of comfort. She believes the child will come within the thirty days, and I will soften
because of the baby. She isn’t as smart as she thinks because she missed the part
where the lease expires in four months. Plus, I’d already told the office I wasn’t
renewing.
My plan was to get Sanya’s help to find a house, so the baby will have room to
play and grow, but I just might not be a father. That is the part that hurts the most.
I won’t be in the delivery room to find out if it’s a boy or girl, nor do any of the
other things proud fathers do.
I nod slowly. She starts pulling on her clothes like she’s somehow finalized our
disagreement. “No worries. You’re about to have a baby. I’ll give you four months