With the help of his parents, and his new lady love, the beautiful Moselle Laveau, Shiloh devotes his life to caring for his son. But as time goes on will Moselle turn out to be all Shiloh believes her to be and will she be an asset in Raising Tristan. Now available in paperback and on Kindle.
Angela was nothing more than a regular booty call,
When he was finished, he rolled off her and pulled her to his chest. He didn't love her but he loved to cuddle. Since he didn't have a girlfriend, for now, Angela would have to do.
He frowned. "What did you say?"
"I said I'm pregnant." Her voice sounded flat to him.
He took a minute to turn to her. Cupping her chin with his hand, he pulled her face towards his. How far?" He didn't doubt for a second the baby was his.
"Three months . . . I don't want it." Angela looked him directly in the eyes when she uttered those words.
"Not if I lie."
stood slowly to his feet. His six foot three inch, 200 pound frame seemed to
rise in deliberate motion to Angela. She'd never been afraid of or
"Are you telling me you're going to kill my baby? He has a heartbeat Angela. His heart is beating . . . How can you do that?" His eyes narrowed as he spoke.
"I never wanted kids; you know that. And what we have isn't exactly a relationship . . . we're . . "
say it he snapped, cutting her off.
Angela stood to her feet as well. She slowly made her way to the bathroom. Although her pregnancy wasn't very far along, the baby still pressed on her bladder. After relieving herself, she turned on the shower.
she finished, she dried off and got dressed. She grabbed her purse and car keys
and headed down the stairs. Before she could open the door to
"This ain't over Angie." He spoke close to her ear. "You hear me? This conversation is far from over."
"It's over for tonight," she replied softly.
"Perhaps, that's so. But you better believe I'll be by tomorrow to finish this. You ain't killin' my boy."
Angela remained quiet. All she wanted to do was go home and lay down. She knew there was no winning this argument at this point. She'd sleep on it and come up with a strategy in the morning to ensure she had her way; even if it meant disappearing.