Page 72 of A Beast Captured My Heart

“Matthew, Matthew Praise Brownston, I want that to be my son’s name.”

I felt myself wanting to curse his rude ass out. He kept cutting me off, and that was a big pet peeve of mine.

“Mattea and Matthew sound good to me. I want my kids' names to kind of sound alike. What do you think, Kayori?”

I took a seat across from him and opened the bottle of water that I had originally brought out for him. I took a sip from the bottle and put it back in front of him. He looked at the bottle of water as if it had a disease. I leaned back in my seat and rubbed my stomach. It seemed like every little move I made these days had me tired. Putting my game face on, I refused to let this nigga see me sweat.

“Look, Beast, I wanted to apologize to you face to face. I was wrong for shooting you and not hearing you out.”

“What else you wrong for?” he challenged. This time my pride got involved.

“I’m wrong for shooting you and acting off emotions.” I wasn’t sorry for shit else, so he could kiss my ass.

“I guess that makes you a sorry ass bitch then.” Shrugging his shoulders, then placing his focus back on his phone like he ain’t just disrespect me in my own home.

“Nigga, you got me fucked up! Get the fuck out of my house!” I was livid. The back of my neck throbbed as I balled my fist up.

“I was about to move around anyway. I already texted Stone five minutes ago.” He stood to his feet and walked right up to me.

His tall frame towered over my short frame, and the look he gave me was lethal. I watched him breathe in through his nose and out with his mouth. He was trying to control his temper.

“You a sorry muthafucka, Kayori, but it’s all good. I ain’t gone hold yo ass to it. I’m used to people like you… can’t take accountability for shit you do. Like running off pregnant with my son after shooting me was cool. Starting a whole new life that excluded me from y’all lives was cool to you too. It’s all good, though, ‘cause I ain’t letting no bitch keep me from my kid. No matter how much I love you. I ain’t even mad at you, though. You gotta live ya life the best way you see fit. My seed is involved now, too. Just remember that shit.”

He walked away and made his way into my kitchen as I followed right behind him. Hot tears fell down my cheeks. I watched him open my refrigerator and grab a fresh bottle of water. I was insulted that he felt like he couldn’t drink behind me. He acted like I was contaminated.

“Beast, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was protecting myself, and I’m sorry!” I sniffled as he closed the refrigerator and took big gulps from the water bottle.

“You good, Kayori. There ain’t too many women can handle a nigga like me.”

Leaning up against the island for support, I rubbed my stomach as his eyes fell on my protruding belly. No words were needed. He made his way towards me, causing my heartbeat to thump fast and off pace. Bending down on one knee, he placed his ear softly to my stomach and rubbed as he talked lowly to our son. His actions made me even more emotional. It made me feel like shit that I did, in fact, run away not thinking about Praise's feelings.

Running was all I knew how to do when things got hard. Our baby started moving and kicking fast, causing Praise to give a big smile as he laid his head softly on my stomach and kept talking. It made my heart flutter. I wanted my man back. I just didn’t know how to get him back. I never chased a man in my life. I was stubborn and prideful. He came with a lot, but that’s what got me pregnant in the first place and made me attracted to him.

Standing to his feet, he looked at me for a couple of seconds before he spoke, “Text me your schedule for the week. I want to stop by tomorrow to drop some things off.”

“Where will you be staying while visiting?” I asked curiously.

“At a hotel until my assistant finds me some property to buy out here that’s kid-friendly. I’ll be out here for a while to help you out with the baby, and then we can plan out a good schedule that works for both of us. I’ll be back and forth from here to Vegas.”

Nodding my head sadly, he turned to walk away. It was so much more I wanted to say, but I couldn’t find the words. Following him to the door, he opened it and turned to look at me with those piercing beautiful eyes.

“I forgive you, Kayori. You and I are just too toxic for each other. I hate that we ain’t in a good space ‘cause if we were… when I first saw you, I would have picked your fine ass up and ate my favorite juicy fruit that’s between them thick ass thighs.”

Kissing me on the forehead, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips pressed against my skin. My pussy throbbed, and my nipples ached. Having him so close and smelling his scent made my hormones jump like crazy. The words he spoke didn’t make things any better. I was now horny as hell and wanted Beast to take care of me sexually.

“We’re not toxic, Beast. We just moved too fast, and I got scared.” I tried to backpedal his own words and keep the conversation flowing, so I could get what I wanted.

“Understood, lock up.” Winking his eye, he walked away with my heart dragging behind him. Beast was back, and he was trying to make me suffer for walking away from him. Little did he know, just how he went after me and didn’t accept no for an answer, I could do the same shit. I wanted my man back, and I planned on getting him back.

Chapter Thirty-Five

TEFLON

“I’m the man, baby, and that’s why I’m gon’ take what’s mine. Ya dig?”

I pulled up my jeans that kept falling off me and snatched the pipe from one of the chicks I was fucking with. I lost a whole lot of weight, and my money was going downhill. I missed the fuck out of Gunna, and I couldn’t contain my sorrow. I went from smoking crack to shooting up over the past five months, and I had to admit that Heroin hit the spot for me. It took me places crack couldn’t take me. I lived in my own new world. I had a couple of people I fucked with, and we all were on the same level.

I met Rebecca a couple of months before Gunna killed himself. She was a pretty ass white girl, young as hell but naïve enough to stay the fuck out of my personal life. She knew I liked men and had no problem fucking me really good how Gunna did. She was a freak and allowed men to join us. It turned her on to see me in my real element with men. She was a trust fund baby and had money to blow, but the truth was, from the drugs and my expensive taste, our money was starting to get tight.