Page 43 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Sharp.

Loaded.

“You heard me,” I said, temples throbbing. “Did you fuck someone else?”

“Are you out of your goddamnmind?”

“Answer the question, Truth.”

“No!” Her voice cracked like a whip. “No, I didn’t fuck anyone else! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I saw you,” I said, my voice low and hard. “Smiling at your phone when that nigga hit you up. All giggly and soft. So how the fuck do I know you didn’t let him come over after the first transfer failed?”

“Let him—” She stopped. Took a breath. “You think I let some random man fuck me?”

“You were on hormones,” I pressed. “Horny. Fertile. Someone else could’ve fucked. How do I know that baby is mine?”

The silence that followed was so heavy I could feel it through the phone.

Then, Truth laughed.

But it wasn’t a happy sound.

It was bitter. Furious.

“You know what, Amai?” Her voice was shaking now. “You got mefucked up.”

“Truth—”

“No. You don’t get to talk right now.” She was breathing hard. “I’m not some trash-ass bitch who just gives pussy out. I don’t know what the fuck got into you, but you got the wrong one.”

“I’m just asking?—”

“You’re notasking,” she snapped. “You’re accusing. You’re calling me a hoe. So, you know what? Since you think I’m outhere fucking random niggas, and it ain’t your baby—keep your money. I’ll keep the baby. You’re off the hook.”

My blood went cold.

“Truth—”

“I already got my money either way, so since it’s like that?” Her voice cracked. “Lose my number.”

The line went dead.

I stared at the phone.

Called her back immediately.

Voicemail.

She’d blocked me.

I tried again.

Same message.

“Fuck.”

I stood up.