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You sure about that? The putting it on him part that is...

Lmao no, I think we like playing with y’all emotions some lol  

Girl Ashton does all the playing, evie getting played. She needs to wisen up and quick.That last line tho 👀

Smh, ain’t a shame? All they know how to do is fight and play with each ther

Boy its bout to be too funny when they get back to work lmfao!! Adrianna smh poor dat :((

Kyra's POV "Sterling I have a lot of things to tell you. No no no. That's sounds dumb. I mean, there's a lot you don't know about me. Well, duh Kyra," I was up early, in the mirror practicing the speech I would give to Sterling. I was nervous as hell because in all honesty, there's not much he knows about me and obviously they aren't insignificant things either. I decided that trying to prepare for a talk like this just wasn't going to work. I was only stressing myself out further and psyching myself out to the point where I was debating on flaking out altogether. But that wouldn't be fair to Sterling at all. After all, we spent two years in a relationship and whether or not I was ready to give them, he deserved some answers. I was a little grateful that I wasn't pregnant because in all honesty, having to deliver the news of being pregnant and telling him about Keith, would be a bit much. A child could possibly only complicate things right now. I wasn't sure how he would take this news, but I made a promise and I couldn't back out now. I proceeded to take a bath for the day ahead, relaxing entirely. My thoughts wandered back to things my mother said yesterday. I wasn't really in agreeance with her, but part of me wondered if some of what she said was true. Was I waiting for Keith? I couldn't be sure that I was entirely over my sprout if love I had for him. I disassociated those feelings a long time ago. I held on to the fact that he treated me oddly after I shared my innocence with him. Holding onto that bitterness allowed me to move on, but had I really moved on? I mean, was I kidding myself? I often wondered what if? What if none of this had gone down? Would Keith and I be together. It's not knowing that messes with my mind. As much as he pushes me away, in the back of my mind I feel like there's just things he's not telling me. Am I delusional to think that he feels the same as I do, or at least did? Somehow four months just seemed so far away. I was anxious to speak with him because u needed closure, as silly as that sounds. I want answers about that night and why he had ignored me from days on end. It's been nearly 8 years and we both avoided those conversations entirely. But my feelings were still stuck because he had some sort of hold on me. A part of me longed to move on, but another part of me begged me to just wait a while. I got to work fairly early today, and I immediately engrossed myself in my paperwork. I met with my team in order to discuss our next interview for a film we are trying to produce. We set up our sales pitch, in which we were all pretty confident about. By lunchtime I was more than ready to go home but I had a lot more work to do. I ate a turkey Potbelly sandwich for lunch with a raspberry Izze to drink. The day passed by quickly, a little too much for my liking. I had a doctor's appointment set up an hour and half before my therapy session. That should give them enough time to run some tests before my session began. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Smith, my new physician ran a few blood tests as well as other tests during my visit. Although the test results wouldn't be available for another day or so, he projected that I was under a lot of stress and my body was reacting the only way it knew how. He suggested that I take some time off or away from my problems in order to regroup myself. He also suggested that I go for a mini vacation or a spa day. I didn't want to. Just his bubble, but I had already done those things, all except for go on a vacation. I didn't know how I would escape my problems when they invaded my mind daily. I didn't tell him that though. I didn't want to appear crazy. I'd save that for my therapist. Instead, I kept quiet and pretended to think about his suggestions. Really my mind had drifted off into lala land. I was going over scenario after scenario of how tonight would go down. To say I was nervous for tonight would be an understatement. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "How are you feeling today?" Dr. Stevenson asked. "Nervous," I let out with a sigh and small smile. Upon seeing my smile, my therapist smiled as well. "Why are you nervous Kyra?" "Ok so I have some bad news to deliver, but I don't know how that person is going to take it," I vaguely explained. "What's the bad news, if you don't mind me asking?" She said. I didn't mind actually. I admired her calm demeanor, she had the voice that would put you to sleep but not in a bad way. It was just very soothing and persuasive as well. She was so kind that I found it impossible to be rude to her. "Ok so. You know how I was telling you about the accident and everything?" I paused to make sure we were in the same page. She nodded her head in remembrance and I continued on. "That's night I was put into a coma and I when I woke up from that I had a lot of injuries, some of which I don't care to explain right now. But one hindrance was that I wasn't going to be able to have kids." I paused just to see if she would react, but she didn't. She stayed stoic waiting for me to continue on. I was grateful for that. "And I still can't. In fact just the other day, I thought I had a pregnancy scare and my best friend Jasmine coaxed me into taking a test that came back negative. All four of them. "Turns out my symptoms were just stress. Honestly, that's neither here nor there though. The dilemma is that Sterling, my fiancé or ex fiancé at the moment, aren't together right now. "It's a lot to take in, but bear with me right now. After I left here the last time, I went home and Sterling was sitting on the edge of my bed with a letter in hand. The letter was addressed to me from Keith. I had gotten it a little while ago, but I hadn't actually read it. "Sterling doesn't know about Keith, and the reason being is, I kept the fact that I was unable to have children away from him. A lot of my secrets stemmed from that accident that just so happened to involve Keith. So I kept that part of my life separate from Sterling and it came back to bite me in the ass. "He went off and stormed out and now I'm supposed to be meeting him to talk after this. I promised I would tell him everything. So now I have to tell him about Keith and also that I can't have children." I let out a gust of air from my confession. It was a lot to explain and it only put things into perspective on how chaotic things are in my life right now. I'm hoping a lot will change tonight, however. "Well a lot of women are not able to conceive. Surprisingly a lot of men understand that. There are a ton of alternatives to that. That's what's so great about technology and science today. Why did you wait to tell him? How long?" She said. "Two years," I answered meekly. This topic of discussion had been well overdue, and I think by me waiting so long I complicated things even more. "Reason being was that I was scared. I really liked him and I didn't want him to not want to be with me because of that. Things between us progressed quickly and I didn't want it to end. Then he asked me to marry him and I didn't want to say yes, just for the simple fact that I knew he wanted to start a family and that was something I couldn't give him. I couldn't deny that I wanted to be with him though. So I said yes, and now I'm all caught up. "I think tonight when you and Sterling talk, you shouldn't hold anything back. He needs to understand where you're coming from as far as not being able to conceive, and you should listen to him and understand where he's coming from as well. It will be a tough talk to endure, but give him the benefit of the doubt. It's a shocker for him. Don't assume that he will be against anything. Going into a conversation like this with an ill mindset won't help make matters any better. Communication is key right now. He needs to know exactly how you're feeling and coax him into expressing how he feels as well. Ok Kyra?" "Yeah, ok. Thank you for that," I said. I genuinely needed that piece of advice because tonight I was trying to turn over a new leaf, and I was going to start by not being so guarded and secretive. "We still have a little time left. Is there anything specifically you'd like to discuss today?" She asked. "Uh yeah. Keith. He gets out in a few months and he wants to talk then. I just don't know how I feel about that," I said. "Let me ask you this question. How do you feel about Keith?" That was a tough question to answer. "I love him, no doubt about that. I just don't know if I'm in love with him anymore," I stated truthfully. "What made you fall out of love with him?" Another tough question. It took me a minute until I found a suitable enough answer for her. "The heartache. I was tired of be yo yoed around, you know? I was always confused on where we stood and how he felt. It was sickening," another honest answer spilled from my lips. "Do you want to hear my opinion?" Dr. Stevenson asked. I was a little confused as to why she was asking me this. I assumed her opinion was what I was paying hundreds of dollars per session for. "Uh yeah, sure," I answered. "I think you still love him. And it's ok to be confused or feel restless sometimes. Unfortunately that comes with love. Your emotions are heightened and every little thing that your significant other does has you overthinking and analyzing. Where you both messed up at was communication. "If you all communicated clearly and stopped holding everything back, you'd know where you stand in his life. You should definitely take him up on that offer to talk. You need to talk to Sterling and Keith and sort things out. I'm not telling you how to handle these conversations, but don't deny your feelings and don't string either one of them along," she warned. I sat on the couch for a while, letting her words sink in. "My mother and I had an argument," I blurted out. "Do you care to elaborate?" She stated calmly. "Yeah. I mean, it was a pretty big one, but it's nothing new. We don't see eye to eye on most things and we tend to bicker about it. I yelled at her and I know I shouldn't have. I'll probably be the one to apologize yet again," I confessed. "This sounds like routine. These arguments, do they happen often?" My therapist asked. "Too much for my liking. I just can't seem to control my anger when I'm around her," I stated somberly. "What are these disagreements usually about? Or are they all different?" She asked. "They're usually all different, but with one thing in common. She doesn't respect me as an adult that can make life decisions. It's either her way or the highway. Like we argued about wedding plans yesterday. It was so silly now that I think about it. She can't understand why I'm dragging my feet in planning my wedding and I'm just trying to get her to understand that engagements don't always have to be rushed. Some people take years before they get married, and I just so happen to want to take my time," I stated. I could feel my blood begin to boil at the thought of yesterday's festivities. "I completely understand that. If you don't mind me asking though, what's your reason for waiting?" She asked. There was underlying meaning behind her tone, that I couldn't quite place. "I think I just answered that really. Sterling doesn't know that I can't have kids. What if when he finds out tonight that he calls off the wedding. That would mean that if I had begun any plans, a ton of money would've been wasted," I answered. I began to nibble on my acrylic nails with the thought of tonight turning out that way. "But is that the only reason Ms. Kyra. Just a minute ago you expressed that you weren't sure whether or not you were in love with another man," she pointed out. I grimaced at her. Scoffing loudly I said, "Oh God, you're starting to sound like my mother!" "Did she say something along the same lines?" Dr. Stevenson questioned. "Yeah. She had the nerve to ask me if I was dragging my feet because of him. And then she had the audacity to say that would be a relationship she wouldn't approve of," my chest heaved slightly. Just the mere mention of that lady flipped my mood upside down. "Is that when you blew up on your mom?" She asked. "Yeah. I told her I didn't need her approval, ever," I answered as I watched my therapist jot down more notes. Her pen had been working diligently across the pad today. I was curious as to what she was writing down. "What struck a cord there?" She questioned once again, resting her pen between her pearly white teeth. "I don't know. I think it's her constant need to disapprove of my choices. It's like everything I do is wrong. I chose not to go to an Ivy League school and instead I chose to invest my money into my business, one that flourished well after a while. She wants to choose who I date, and what properties I purchase, and what I choose to wear. It's irritating. She has in her mind that I'm rebelling on purpose. Like anything she says I go against it," I ranted on. "Is any of that true?" "In retrospect, yes. But it's never on purpose. I just like to take risks, you know. Break away from the normal routine. It's gotten me into some trouble, yes, but other things worked out in my favor," I answered honestly. "Then she threw the accident in my face, telling me that my decisions led me there. That pissed me off." "I see Kyra," I was visibly tensed and I hadn't realized that tears of frustration rolled down my eyes until Dr. Stevenson reached over to hand me a box of tissue. I sniffles loudly and dabbed my face lightly. "It sounds like you and your mother have a lot of issues to work through. If you don't mind I'd like to speak with her in one of our sessions. Maybe I can be a mediator between the two of you," she suggested. Chuckling lightly I said, "Will that cost extra?" "No Kyra. Consider it a two for one," Dr. Stevenson said, sharing a laugh with me. "Time is almost up, is there anything you'd like to discuss further?" "No ma'am. I think I've shared enough for today," I replied. "I agree. Again, I'm very proud of you for opening up. I'll see you next time." With that said, I gathered my belongings and headed out the office door with a shot of confidence. Even if things didn't go according to plan tonight, at least I got a professional consultation and weighed both approaches. I said goodbye to Tarra, whose head was hidden behind the computer. I strutted outside until I reached my car, which was parked a block away from the building. I pulled off into the night and made my way towards Sterling's condo. I was anxious to get this talk over with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I arrived at the building in record time. For the life of me, I couldn't drive slow, even if I had wanted to. I allowed the valet to park the car wherever they saw fit and proceeded into the enormous building. He lived in one of the penthouses, which required a code. Although I knew the code, we weren't together and I didn't want to let myself in without at least informing him first. I went to the receptionist and asked to be let up to Sterling's condo. Without hesitation I was. I stood in front of the door and composed myself before knocking. Seconds later Sterling opened the door, bare chested while a pair of basketball shorts hung loosely from his waist. They accented his member and I had to force my eyes to greet his green ones. He invited me in and I sat on the white leather couch. On the coffee table sat a glass half filled with dark liquor, which I assumed was Hennessy. Ew. Why he was drinking, I had no clue, but that's not why I'm here. We sat in awkward silence, for a while, neither one of knowing where to start, until he excused himself to go to the bathroom. I wracked my brain for ways to start the conversation and I came up fruitless. I wanted to be the bigger person, and I decided that I would share with him the same way I did my therapist, because quite frankly it's a little too late to sugarcoat anything. He walked back into the room, this time with a shirt on, much to my dismay. At least now I can hopefully focus on the task at hand. "I'm being rude. You want anything to drink? Some wine, water, soda?" I shook my head. For a second I thought of how awkward this was. Just some days ago I would've made my way up to his condo, unannounced and helped myself to anything in the fridge. Now we're acting like total strangers with the formalities and everything. "No, just come sit down," I ordered confidently, but my voice shook, indicating that I was anything but confident at the moment. "Yeah, sure thing," he agreed, planting himself in one of his reclining chairs. His home screamed bachelor pad, from the entertainment center that housed a huge television, an assortment of gaming systems and discs to go with it. His furniture was extremely modern as well. The only colors were black and white. There were slight sprouts if red here and there, but for the most part it was decorated nicely, just boring. "Before you say anything though. I didn't cheat. And I don't know if you believe that, but I didn't. I just wanted a little bit of payback and that was juvenile of me. I'm sorry for throwing that in your face," he apologized. I chuckled slightly at the realization that Jasmine was right. However, it made me feel like shit because he had yet to do anything wrong and here I was just the bearer of bad news. "That eases my mind a little, I guess. But I still have a lot to tell you," I said. He nodded his head, ready for my next words. "So, the guy that sent me that letter, his name is Keith. He was and still kind of is my best friend. We share a sexual history, but not really. It was brief, like one time. He took my virginity. I'm only telling you that so that you'll know our history, but it's not really all that important honestly. He's in jail, as I'm sure you already know," I paused. "Yeah I got that much," Sterling responded. "Anyway, I knew him since I was about 16 or so maybe younger. We were friends and we did a lot together. One day I got a phone call informing me that he was caught up in some trouble. Long story short, I took matters into my own hands and tried to help him. We were speeding off into my car when the guys chasing him rammed into the back of my car and I flew out the window from the passenger's side. "We were in such a rush and there was too much confusion that I forgot to put my seatbelt on," my voice was cracking and I tried to keep the tears at bay. "I woke up on the pavement and I can still remember the pain I felt that day. It was excruciating. It was unbelievable. I never knew something like that was possible. I went into a coma for months and woke up by the grace of God. They said my injuries were extensive; broken ribs, fractures to my spine that left me paralyzed from the waist down. I suffered memory loss, I couldn't remember chunks of my life, it was terrible. "They said I'd never walk again, they said my memory wasn't likely to come back, and they also said I'd never be able to have kids." I paused as I let the realization of the fact that I finally shared those treacherous words out loud. "I had defeated two of those diagnosis, and the third has haunted me. Sterling I'm not able to have kids. I've always felt inadequate as a woman and soon to be wife," his face was contorted in confusion. He shook his head repeatedly, and instead of stopping to clarify what that meant, I continued on. "My insecurities stemmed from that accident. The scars that I strategically covered up with tattoos. The talk of having babies, I avoided it all because I didn't want to talk about it. I apologize for not telling you sooner. That was wrong of me, but I wasn't ready for the judgement because I'm still trying to cope with it myself. I never meant to keep any of it a secret, Keith included, but I knew if I mentioned Keith and his circumstance, you'd continue to question until I had to tell you the whole story. So the fact of the matter is, Keith went after the guy that crashed into us. He was set to serve 8 years in prison for battery and assault. The guy was a recurring criminal and based on that history, they lessened the charge for Keith during the appeal. He was up for attempted murder, originally. I visit him regularly, I won't lie, although at the time he sent me that letter we had just had a falling out weeks prior. He found out about you and he felt slighted that I hadn't mentioned it to him. You know the engagement and all. I was too busy trying to protect his feelings. I felt like it'd be a lot to take in for him, but I just ended up looking selfish. That's because it was selfish. And I was being selfish with you. I was in bliss with this relationship and I didn't want it to end. But now my past has caught up with me and I have no other choice but to tell you everything," I finished. Sterling sat in his thoughts for a minute, and even though I was anxious for his response, I sat back and waited patiently. Something I had taken from my therapist. "So you said you aren't able to have children?" I can tell he was trying to tread lightly with his questioning. "No," I whispered. However, he heard me loud and clear and he came over encasing me in one of his hugs. He hadn't reacted in the way that I expected. In fact, he completely ignored my confession about Keith. He was too caught up in trying to comfort me. I couldn't gel but smile at that. Sterling's POV I held her in my arms for what seemed like hours until she finally fell asleep in my embrace. I was tired, but my mind couldn't rest. Instead I was stuck on the fact that the woman I was set to marry couldn't have children. I had a lot I planned on telling her today, starting with me being the sole owner of the law firm. Neither pieces of news I held, was appropriate for right now. How do I tell the woman I love, who just confessed she can't have children, that I have a child with another woman? She had just confessed so much to me in such a short amount of time that I was sensitive to her past. I felt like God was playing a cruel joke on me and I wasn't laughing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We both woke up during the night, unable to fall back asleep. Instead I told her stories about my past as she did the same. They were light hearted stories. I ended up spilling the beans about me being the owner of the company now. She showed her excitement for me in more ways than one as we made up for lost time well into the break of dawn. Instead of going to work today, we both lounged around naked and watch re runs of her favorite episodes. The only time we got up was to answer the door for the delivery men, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I knew the test results were likely to be ready and Candice was probably hitting me line to inform me. I didn't care about that at the moment though. I was basking in ignorant bliss, spending time with my fiancé. God only knows if she'll stay with me once I tell her I have a child. In all fairness I knew nothing about her. Candice was an ex, that I parted from nearly five years ago. Today I didn't want to face my problems, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with Kyra before she leaves me. The thought of that made me sad but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I would have to wait to see how things pan out. "I love you," I spoke the words softly to her. Turning her head away from the TV, the light causing her skin to glow, that beautiful smile spread across her face as she leaned in to kiss my lips. "I love you more," she mumbled between kisses. God I hope so.

Hey baby ! omg it really has been a minute ! how you been boo?!

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