Unfortunately Yours (BWWM) (COMPLETE)

Becky

I sat down, this can't be happening. This isn't real. I swear I was watching them forever. She's lying! He didn't want to have sex till he was ready. And a few months isn't a very long time.

   I walked passed him and walked into the living room. "So you're my boyfriends wife?" I glared at her "So you're my husbands whore." She reached her hand up a hand to slap me. She swung but couldn't touch me. I grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her back, "Get the fuck out of here, you're lucky I have enough heart to not hit a pregnant woman." I whispered into her ear. She whimpered and ran off.

Lorenzo walked up to me "Accidenti, che era caldo." (Translation:"Damn that was hot.") I gave him a confused look. "Hey!," Brandon yelled "Guarda la tua bocca, pezzo di merda." (Translation: Watch your mouth you piece of shit.) "I was just having fun you cunt." Lorenzo replied. Brandon walked up to me and I rolled my eyes, walking toward my small kitchen. I took out a box of pizza rolls and popped them into the oven. Lorenzo whispered to Brandon "What the fuck man, you're married to a girl that can't cook?" I rolled my eyes and turned around, "Why the fuck are you still here? Get out! And you better have a new door for me by tomorrow!" Lorenzo said something in Italian and walked out the door.

"Great," I started, "Now I have to tell my landlord that his door is broken, and I can't stay here tonight." Brandon inched up to me. "Lorenzo gave me $1,000 dollars, he told me to take us to a nice hotel, he'll have the door fixed by tomorrow." I nodded, remembering to thank Lorenzo the next time that I saw him.

"Sage! What the hell did you do to my apartment?" I turned around and instantly became shook.

Brandon:

I hate that I can't remember anything. How could I not remember that I got married? I have a beautiful wife! But I can't believe that I cheated on her with that thing that they call Becky. I fucking hate myself for that.

I told Becky that I would pay child support and come visit the kid, but I didn't want to be with her. She insisted that I should be with her, but I kindly declined. Sage kicked her out the correct way though. Because if Lorenzo did it she would be going home with a boot mark on her cheek.

"Sage!" a deep voice called from the hallway. Sage visibly stiffened. "What the hell did you do to my apartment?" Sage was shook. "W-Well, Mr.Lewis I um, a friend of mine came over, he was drunk and he fell on to the door, he was really fat, like 300 pounds, and he broke the door." Mr.Lewis looked at the apartment, then back at Sage, "I expect a new door here tomorrow, and you can't go anywhere anyway, this is the only place you can afford after all." Sage looked at the ground "Y-Yes Mr.Lewis."

The short, stubby man waddled out of the apartment. I watched Sage jog off to her room, she came back and said to me.

"Tell Lorenzo not to pay for the door, I'm blowing this place."

I smiled to myself 'That's my girl.'