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Kasia

"What's this? I hear about you voluntarily kissing Silver?" Latara said, opening a bottle of red wine.

Yana nodded. "Yea, Kyle told us."

I glared at him as he shrugged. "What?"

I sighed. "It's been about Silver and me for the past two weeks. Let's hear about you two."

Yana shook her head, and Latara laughed. "You think if we had something, we'd let you ramble yourself into insanity?"

Yana smiled sheepishly. "That's not a nice way of saying it. It's more like we have nothing going on, and we want to hear the drama."

I rolled my eyes. "We made up, and I tried to be his friend, but he seduced me into giving him a kiss–but that's it."

"You know you cheated on Brady," Latara said, pursing her lips but not in a judging way.

"Yea, but I'm not going to lie, I don't like either man in your life, but Silver's better."

Kyle makes a doubtful noise. "Please don't start listing off his good qualities."

We laughed.

Latara poured herself another cup of wine. "I don't give a fuck about Brady. You know, in the two weeks y'all have been dating, you've only been talking about Silver."

Yana sighed, thinking for a while. "We know he hurt you, and I'm hesitant to say break up Brady because he seems like the right choice. I can see how much personal mental conflict you'd have."

I nodded.

Kyle sighed. "I don't know what's going on in my brother's head. He's always thought he was above chasing women. He never chases or is romantic or anything. He finds it so hard to express emotion, which is why he's sometimes alienated from his daughter. But he's trying all of a sudden to be human again. I'm not trying to be cliche, and I still don't trust he'd keep this shit up because I know what he's been through, and I don't know if he's gonna stay for long.."

We all frowned in conflict.

"Well, I just have to learn to love Brady. It's not too late; I'm not in love with Silver. I think it's just a crush. I mean, look at him."

"We know how he looks," Yana frowned.

"But we're not crushing." Latara finished. "You know something about him that keeps you pulling toward him."

"I know him to bitch. Ain't nothing pulling me toward him."

I snorted as Yana giggled. Latara gave him a side-eye. "When advice-giving Latara is on, don't try and act smart."

"Use your own advice, and maybe you won't be single," Kyle teased as Yana gasped.

Latara threw a pillow at him. "Bitch got a boyfriend and doesn't know how to act."

Kyle giggled like a madman, causing all of us to gape in horror.

"Ew, what the fuck?!" I said before everyone started laughing again.

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I was panting like crazy; I was finally at the gym because Brady was pleading with me too. He told me that since I'm his girlfriend, I have to be fit because then I'd ruin the business...I felt a little hurt but at the same time...I was the one who wanted to lose weight, so I kept quiet and agreed.

That's how I'm now here, on a treadmill, my throat burning and lungs threatening to collapse at any moment, but I kept going. I noticed that I was gaining weight even though I was kind of dieting. I had one of Silver's donuts every other week and had salads almost every day, but I found myself craving so many things, and my period was fucking late.

Basically, I had a pregnancy scare, and I would've killed myself if I was actually pregnant with Silver's baby. I took three pregnancy tests and went to the hospital to get a real test.

I'm not pregnant. I'm just bullshitting. So, I packed my shit up and went to Brady's gym. I was doing well, but I turned it off to catch my breath. "Oh my god," I panted to myself, hoping that no one was judging me.

But, boy, was I tired.

I took a deep breath and pressed the settings to go again. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I furrowed my brows, but before I could turn around, I was pulled off the treadmill. "What–Silver, what are you doing?!" I yanked my arm away from his grip and looked up at his angry face.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

I scoffed. "Why the fuck would I be here, Silver?" I whisper-yelled. "To lose some fucking weight."

He looked annoyed. "Why?"

I opened my mouth and closed it...then I opened it again. "Obviously, to lose weight is to get smaller?" I said, questioning my own self.

"Why the fuck would you want to lose these?" He grabbed my tits, and I gasped, pulling his hands off, and looked around.

"What the hell?! We're in public, and this is my boyfriend's workplace!" I said, my hands still gripping his wrists.

"I don't give a fuck where we are and who the fuck is here. You aren't doing shit; you're fine."

I furrowed my brows and shook my head. "Silver, I'm confused. Why are you mad?"

"Because your little bitch is making you believe that you're fat." He grumbled, checking me as if I hurt myself.

I frowned. "Silver, I've been gaining weight because of your damn donuts."

"Good," he said. "I like your body," He threw me over his shoulder, and I squealed quietly, trying not to bring any more attention than we had.

"Where are you taking me!" I whispered, but he didn't answer me. He took me outside and dropped me down. I punched his stomach, and he...was still unphased. "Of course, you don't understand with a stomach like this."

"What's my stomach like?" He asked obliviously.

I groaned. "Flat and outlined."

Silver had the same stoic expression with a hint of disgust. "You'd look disgusting with a stomach like mine. I like your stomach," he poked my stomach as I gaped at him. "It's..." he cleared his throat. "You get it."

"No, I don't. You work out."

"Because if I don't, I'll get killed. I thought this was obvious." Silver side-eyed me.

"Whatever, how the hell did you find me?"

"I'm always watching you, Kasi." His hand slithered up my neck.

"Why do you want to ruin me?" I whispered, frowning.

Silver furrowed his brows. "I–"

"Get away from her!"

We both turn to see Brady standing before us, holding a gun toward Silver. I immediately stepped between Brady and Silver. "What are you doing?!" I exclaim, putting my hands out.

Brady glared at an unphased Silver...I don't know if he was unphased or just great at hiding emotions. "Move, Kasia; he's not going to threaten you anymore."

I shook my head. "I promise he wasn't doing anything."

Brady scoffed. "His hand was on your neck."

"It's fine. He was demonstrating something, right Silver–oh my God!" I gasped when Silver's hand whipped past me and collided with Brady's face.

I covered my mouth as Brady fell to the floor, unconscious. "Oh my god, Silver–"

He grabbed me. "Don't ever stand in front of a gun again."

"I–"

"Do you understand?" He pressed, and my eyes widened in fear.

"Yes," I nodded quickly.

I guessed he realized he was scaring me, and he sighed, caressing my face. "I...fuck, I didn't mean to yell."

I nodded. "I–It's fine, Silver. You just knocked him out."

Silver didn't bat an eye. "Ok?"

"Silver!"

He groaned. "Would you be happy if I dropped him off at a hospital?"

I nodded eagerly.

He rolled his eyes. "Get in your car and go home."

"But–"

"Go home."

"No, Silver, I want to come with."

He cocked a brow. "No?"

"No–!" He pressed his lips on mine, cutting me off. He grabbed a handful of my ass before pulling away.

"If you don't go home right now, I'm taking you to mine."

I sighed. "Fuck," I groaned. "Fine, I'll go home."

Silver watched me get into my car and drive off in the direction of my apartment. All I can do is hope he takes Brady to the hospital; he could have a concussion with the way Silver hit him.

This is my life. How does someone's life get so chaotic? All I wanted was to go out and maybe have some fun like Kyle suggested it would be.

I don't understand myself when I write

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Silver isn't normal

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