Chapter One

    Reign blinked back tears as she stared at the man she loved more than anything with another woman. Here she was wearing an engagement ring he had given her six months ago. The idea was to have a Christmas wedding being that Christmas was only weeks away. What broke her heart even more was the woman was pregnant. 

    Everything between her and Eric was a façade. He never loved her. The fact was he was living a double life. All it took to really place the dagger in her chest was the sparkling rock on her finger. She had to get the hell out of there or else she was bound to make a fool of herself.

    For this reason alone she was glad she never gave up her downtown Towne home. She wasn’t going to make a scene. The best thing for her to do was move in silence. Silence always killed a person more than making noise.

    “Paris, I need you,” she sniffled.

    “Who I gotta fuck up?”

    Reign couldn’t help but laugh. She knew Paris would always ride for her. Wiping her tears as she slid behind the wheel of her Mercedes, she went into full detail of what needed to be done. No matter how hurt she was she was going to leave quietly as possible.

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    Santos stared at the woman before him. This mothafucka’ had to be bat shit crazy if she thought for one second he was going to believe she was pregnant by him. She paced in anger because he was so unmoved by her antics. He was really sick of these dumb birds out here. 

    In his twenty-nine years of living he had never raw-dogged a bitch. He faithfully strapped up and pulled out when he was about to nut. Just because he was wealthy as fuck a lot of women tried their hardest to lock him down. Most of all they tried to trap him.

    The women loved his hood ass, but the women who did were full of shit. They liked to play games and shit. It was time for something different. It was more than obvious he was dealing with the wrong type of women.

    “Since your brain has short circuited into another planet I suggest you get the fuck out my face with the dumb shit coming out of your mouth. You know good and got damn well I didn’t nut in your ass. Fuck I look like being reckless? If you are pregnant it definitely ain’t by me.”

    “I hate your black ass,” Sasha seethed.

    “Yet your dumb ass standing her trying to pin a baby on my ass. Get the fuck on.”

    Sasha narrowed her eyes before storming out of his office. It was a good thing he was there by himself today. He looked over at the beautiful green tree with the beautiful decorations. Something had to give and soon.

 

Chapter Two

    Reign had moved all her things back to her home. She left the ring on the table by the door at Eric’s house. A simple note saying: Merry Christmas laid under the ring. She made it where he couldn’t contact her. He had no idea she had kept her Towne home either. Maybe in the back of her mind she always knew things wouldn’t pan out the way they were supposed to.

    “So that’s everything,” Reign said sitting on her suede gray sofa.

    “I can’t believe that square head mothafucka.’ He really thought you would never find out he was living a double life. God works in mysterious ways.”

    “Yeah you’re right, Paris. It still doesn’t make the pain any less.”

    “True. I’m so sorry you are dealing with this. What we are not going to do is mope and be depressed. There is the big Christmas party at the Nouveau and we’re going.”

    “Paris I really don’t feel like being out on the scene.”

    “Reign as your best friend I will not let you sit in this house thinking about what could have been or what you think you could have done differently. Sorry love, but life must go on. Eric doesn’t deserve to even grace your thoughts. Tomorrow we are going shopping and getting the whole works done.”

    Reign looked at Paris knowing she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Maybe a little time out would do her good. It actually had been a while since being out on the scene. Trying to be the dutiful fiancé she didn’t do too much. 

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Christmas Party

    Reign rolled her eyes looking at the overly packed parking lot. She didn’t have time to stand in a long ass line with heels on. Not only that it was cold as fuck outside. Trying to be cute she was going to freeze her thick ass off. Tonight she opted to wear a white backless jumpsuit. Gold peek toe booties encaged her tiny feet. Her hair was in a long sleek ponytail with her thick healthy hair.

    Paris had on a gold romper with some bad ass thigh high boots. It was too damn cold to be out here trying to be sexy. A blanket with some hot chocolate would do her some good. 

    “I know I shouldn’t have let you talk me into coming to this shit,” Reign complained.

    “You know I wasn’t going for being in the house depressed, boo.”

    Reign sucked her teeth.

    Surprisingly they didn’t have to wait in the long ass line they saw upon arriving. Apparently Paris had paid for VIP online a month ago. She could kiss her for that. Once inside people was everywhere. The ambiance was a whole vibe. Reign could really get with this place.

    Eyes were on them as they headed up the spiral staircase leading to their seats. Hateful stares came their way, but neither of them cared. Everything was so upscale and classy. Reign wondered who owned this place.

    “Girl this spot is nice as hell. Whoever came up with the décor has a great eye. The layout is on point too,” Reign said as she looked around in awe.

    “You ain’t never lied. Let’s get some drinks over here and turn the fuck up.” Paris danced in her seat.

    Whoever the DJ was they were on point. This could be a spot Reign could frequent being she was single. A cute bottle girl brought over a bottle with a pale of ice and glasses. 

    “Oh shit they got food.” Paris picked up the menu.

    “Let me see.”

    The two were so engrossed in drinking and looking over the menu Reign had no idea she had eyes on her. Santos had been chilling in the cut since coming out of his office. The crowd was thick. His team decorated his spot for Christmas on some trill shit. Nouveau was his baby amongst other businesses.

    The chocolate beauty in the all white looked like a Christmas angel. Lil’ momma was thicker than homemade grits. She even looked like she smelled good as fuck. Her friend with the short pixie cut and golden skin was bad too.

    Santos wasn’t really into the suit and tie shit so he hand on some black jeans ripped at the knee with a black Givenchy sweater with a red G on front. Some expensive Gucci sneakers were on his feet matching his attire.

    He had one of his bottle girls to take one of the most expensive bottles of champagne to their section. His homeboy was headed his way. The two dapped each other up giving a one arm hug. Niko took in the scene. Just like him his eyes fell to the section the two beautiful women were.

    “Damn who is shorty in the gold shit?”

    “I don’t know. Got my eye on the one in white with her thick ass.”

    “Shit I’m surprised you haven’t made your presences known. You know how you do.”

    “I’ll make myself known real soon.”

    Santos had no idea how soon he would.