Choosing Us Read online M. Robinson (Pierced Hearts Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: The Pierced Hearts Duet Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
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“Sean,” I hissed, shifting my eyes to his large frame sitting on my couch nonchalantly, like it was no big deal there were thousands of dollars laid out in front of us.

“It ain’t what ya think, baby.”

“Is that right? Care to enlighten me then? ‘Cuz I know your ass didn’t break into my apartment to hide your blood money here.”

“I ain’t hidin’ shit. It’s for you.”

“It’s for me? What the hell does that mean?”

“It means, it’s yours. It’s for your nursin’ loans. You ain’t gotta work at another man’s house, I’ll take care of you. Alright?”

“Oh, fuck no,” I seethed, slamming the door behind me. I was over to him in two long strides, stepping right up in his face. “Who the hell do you think you are, Sean?”

He stood up, stepping into mine. His giant build towered over my five-feet-four frame, but I didn’t back down. If anything, I stood taller. Cocking my head in his face.

“I’m your man, that’s who.”

“You haven’t been my man in a really long time, so quit with the bullshit. Get out of my apartment and take your drug money with you.”

He grinned, licking his lips. “You know what your feisty Latina temper does to me, Camila. So how ’bout I just slip you the D to shut ya the fuck up.”

I pushed him, hard. He barely wavered, pissing me off even more. “I don’t want to catch anything, Sean. Why don’t you hit up your groupies? Plenty of them live in this building. I mean, I’m just basing it off the times you stumbled from my bed into theirs.”

“Baby, how many times do I have to tell you? You’ve always been my number one girl. Gettin’ my dick sucked here and there don’t change the fact you’re my queen.” He lifted his hand to touch me, and I shoved it away. “You just tryin’ to make my dick hard.”

“Try touching me one more time and watch what I do to your hard dick. Now. Get. Out!”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He sat his stubborn ass back down, placing his arms out on the back of the couch.

My couch.

“Comfortable, Sean?”

“I will be once ya get on your knees.”

“And do what exactly?”

“Thank me for payin’ off your student loans.”

“I’m not taking your money.”

“Jesus Christ, Camila! Just take the fuckin’ money and appreciate that you got a man who takes care of what’s his.”

There was no getting through to him when he got like this. It was the biggest problem with our relationship. Him thinking he owned me. With ownership came control, and with control came dominance…

Over me.

Sean didn’t want an equal partner, he wanted a fucking groupie who tended to his every burning desire.

Hood rat wifey material.

Umm … no thank you.

“I stopped fuckin’ wit’ you ’bout school, didn’t I? If you want to waste your time and my money than so be it. But I want you home raisin’ our babies, not some fuckin’ doctor’s, who lives in a white rich ass neighborhood in Oak fuckin’ Island.”

I gritted, clenching my jaw. “Sean, how the hell do you know the town I’m working in?”

“Camila, quit playin’. Do you want me to tell you his address too? Don’t act like I don’t know every last thin’ ’bout you. I need to protect what’s mine. Now get the fuck outta my sight and go make me a sandwich. Your man’s hungry.”

The audacity of this asshole never ceased to amaze me.

“You know what?”

“What, baby?”

“I think it’s time for you to eat your dinner out.”

“Cami—”

I abruptly turned, grabbing as many stacks of bills that would fit into my arms.

“Camila, don’t you fuckin’ try me!” Sean yelled, knowing exactly where I was taking his blood money.

“It’s time for you to go.” I opened the door and chucked the pile of cash into the hallway.

Making it rain down the stairwell.

He darted after the money. “You crazy bitch!”

“Awe … Sean,” I mocked, throwing the rest of the cash into the hallway right next to him. “But I thought I was your queen.” I flung his gym bag at his chest and he caught it midair. “Byeeeee.”

“Cam—”

I slammed the door in his face, quickly locking it behind me. Making a mental note to have the locks changed.

Again.

“This ain’t over!” he roared, banging on the door.

“It is for now!” I hollered back, slamming my fist against the hard wood.

I was playing with fire, but Sean would never physically hurt me. At least not intentionally. A girl could only take so much, and I’d reached my limit. He’d be back, though. Sean was like a pesky fly I couldn’t swat away or kill. No matter how hard I tried.

I waited by the door until I heard his footsteps descend the stairs, and his profanity become nothing but an echo. Making sure he was really gone before I went about my business. I hated that he thought he held so much power over me. I was just supposed to get on my knees and thank him for his hustling ways.


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