"and I'm tired of all this pain that's inside of me"

~Wait For You To Die (2 Chainz)

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Ken didn’t know how to feel. Was he so desperate for someone that he’d allow himself to be a crotch for Bernice. There was just something about her. When she looked into his eyes, her movements seductive but her gaze with a certain desperation itself. He couldn’t deny her—not that he wanted to.

At first he only saw Bernice as beautiful based on her exterior, just a glimpse of her inside and he got hooked. So hooked, the man found himself propping his head by his palm as he watched the woman lightly snore in sleep.

“God, I’m fucked.” He whispered to himself with a small laugh as his fingers traced the lines of her face, “so fucked.”

“Hm?” she stirred, her snoring seizing as she fought to open her tired eyes.

Ken smiled at the sight and slowly snaked his fingers into her natural to massage her roots, “would you like to stay in bed today? I could give you some breakfast in bed and just lay here together. Or we can prepare something together, maybe have you relax today. Don’t want to over work you.”

“If you mean more of last night, then overwork me please.” The woman sighed out, eyes still closed, “… on second thought. How about I take you on a date for last night? Anywhere you haven’t gone or anything done yet?”

As Bernice’s eyes finally opened, his smile widened and he graced her forehead with a kiss, “I’m sure you couldn’t get far even if you wanted to. What do you feel for?”

“You. Hold me for a few more minutes, then we can get something to eat.”

***

Persistency brought Viola back the next morning. As she walked along the hospital hall, she strode with confidence and a smirk. Only she knew what had her in such a good mood and it never meant anything of positivity. Well, not for other people. For herself? Definitely.

Entering Giovanni’s room, she went straight to his bedside and slapped him on his broken arm to jolt him from his sleep.

“Franculo! What the fuck is wrong with you people and hurting me?”

Viola rolled her eyes, “you really are a pussy. How do you feel?”

“I don’t know… she’s filing for divorce.” He admitted with a saddened look in his eyes, “I tried calling her, but I’m blocked. I only got a message from her errand boy to ready up my lawyer. That stuttering retard won’t even answer my calls, not even texts. Aiden blocked me since the night I saw her… with another guy. I think. I’m still hazy on that.”

Viola easily dismissed that, “the money we got from her before you got married. Where is it?”

“That’s what you came for?” he asked with a bit of a struggle getting his body in a more straightened position.

Again, her eyes rolled, “I didn’t say that. I just want to know.”

“In my personal account.”

“You need to transfer it to me before the divorce.”

Giovanni cocked his brow, “divorce? Who said I’m getting a divorce?”

“You just did.” She stated in a cocky, duh tone.

A hard roll of the eyes were her response to that followed by Gio’s annoyed tone, “I said Bernice wants a divorce. It’s a two way street in marriage and I say no divorce. I’m not losing her.”

“You are insufferable, you know that?” she ridiculed, “she wants out, but you insist to stay? All you’ve done is hurt her. Why would you stay with her if that’s all you’re going to do?”

Giovanni ran his unbroken hand over his bandaged head, a jab of pain hitting the right side of his head where he had the most impact, “she’s mine and I’m hers. We always fight. It’s just another rough patch. She cheated back. We’re even now. We’ll be good soon.”

“You don’t know Barnyard then.” She laughed at him with her head shaking, “she is fucking done with you. She’ll take all the shit in the world from you if she loves you, but once she does it back? You’re done. She’s done. You’re both done. Unless you’re gonna pull a trump card that corners her or wins her back.”

“She loves me still. It won’t be that hard.”

Viola smirked, “are you willing to keep your sex addiction at bay? Does she even believe in sex addiction?”

“I didn’t tell her about the diagnosis.” He sighed as his eyes tightened, “I doubt she’ll take it as an excuse, but…”

“Right. I don’t care.” Her tone suddenly dropping an octave, “are you going to transfer the money or not?”

“You’re real fucking deaf, huh? No.”

A humourless laugh left her as she nodded, “fine. If you haven’t regret fucking me before. You’re going to real soon. Good luck with recovery.”

***

As Ken sat in the middle of the bed with his back supported by pillows, Bernice rested her head in his lap as she had a bowl of grapes atop her bulging belly. The two relaxed and ate the fruits with small talk to fill the gaps.

It was a comfy feel for them, even as Bernice looked a bit overdressed for bed. Her silk pressed hair in a bun, some light makeup on her face and a chic suit jacket buttoned once above her belly.

“So, are you gonna tell me about the lil fix up you did while I was downstairs?”

Grabbing a hand full of grapes, she dropped a few passed her glossed lips, “I’m expecting a business video call.”

“Oh, business. Okay.”

Her phone didn’t take too long to ring after that. As she sat up, Ken assisted her and when she felt ready, she answered, “good afternoon, Miss Gilbert.”

“Good afternoon to you too, Miss White. How are you with the pregnancy?” the white woman’s voice came through the phone.

Ken simply made to get out the bed so that he couldn’t be able to eavesdrop on the conversation. His movements paused when Bernice’s small hand came to find his and had their fingers intertwine.

“I’m well. I’ll be having a check up tomorrow with your son, so I bet we’ll be better.”

Miss Gilbert laughed with a nod, her silver strands bouncing in the process, “I bet. So what is it do you want Landon to do here exactly? You usually come and deal with things hands on.”

“Honestly, I’m not in the best of walking conditions right now.”

This information had Miss Gilbert smile with surprised eyes, “oh! I completely understand. Hello, Mr. Russi!”

“You wish.” Bernice laughed with a shake of her head, “I need some money from Giovanni’s account. I need 1.5 mil transferred into Aiden’s account, and the remaining half mil, I’m going to send that to my father’s mother in Jamaica. What’s left is what Giovanni came in the marriage with. I’ll leave his business account untouched.”

“Oh! I take it you’re tired too.” Miss Gilbert frowned, knowing the feeling, but the difference was Bernice could leave.

In that moment, Bernice tugged Ken inti the video frame and smiled as she wrapped his arms around her, “I found better.”

“I’m happy for you.” The white woman nodded with a genuine sweet smile, “I’ll have everything run through smoothly. I’ll be sending you a mini contract or permission slip for you to sign. It’s to give permission for Landon to do what you need.”

“Thank you, Miss Gilbert. I owe you a dinner.”

Nodding, Miss Gilbert blew her a kiss, “I’ll call back if there is any issues.”

“No problem.” Bernice kissed back, then averted her attention to Ken when the phone hung up with her arms hugging around his torso.

“You’re rather bold with me only being your sugar baby.”

Her smile brightened, “so that’s the label we’re using? I’m your sugar mommy?”

“I guess so. It would be ironic calling me Daddy, huh?”

Capturing his lips between hers, she pushed him unto his back having both their moans mix before she detached, “once you’re balls deep in me, it doesn’t matter does it. Daddy, Master, Sir… I’ll go on my knees and address you by it all.”

“God, you’re too hot for your own good.”

Bernice’s lips dropped to his slender neck and kissed him there with a seductive whisper, “cool me down then, Daddy.”

“You’re horny as hell.” He laughed.

Stopping with her kisses on his neck, she sighed as she hovered his face, “honestly, ever since you’ve been around it’s more of a constant. I’m sorry.”

“No apology needed.” He told her, caressing the side of her face, “I’m happy you desire me the same.”

Bernice laid beside him after that and sighed as her head rested on his chest, “I want to take you out today. We won’t go far promise. I’m not sure when we will get a whole day for ourselves without me being tired. So, please?”

“Hm.” He went, gently rubbing Bernice’s upper arm as he thought on it, “aiite. I ain’t wearing a suit or dress. Just full on informing you.”

Bernice smiled, “wear anything you’d like.”

***

Viola remained salty all these years after her father’s death. She felt disrespected and robbed if what truly hers. The man was barely around as she grew, so she thought the least he could do was leave her and her siblings with the businesses that had him as such an absent father figure. But somehow the man got himself married to a Trinidadian woman then helped her fight for her daughter’s custody.

It didn’t make sense. He never had time for them, but as soon as he met Silvia White, he found time and money to help that woman out her slumps and dark holes.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he left his most successful projects for Bernice. His modelling agency, his restaurants, he even left her with half of his savings then shared the other half amongst Viola and her siblings.

Viola having to get the least.

Her hatred grew from that, then got even worst when she found out the bitch was proposed to by her first ever love. It pissed her off beyond measures and it broke her heart surpassing a million pieces.

She wasn’t sure how she was going to do it, but she would get all that was owed to her, all that rightfully belonged to the Gavinsky family. And since Giovanni was in the position of having a divorce served to him, it felt good to have that triumph, even if she didn’t want him anymore.

The ride to her designated goal would either be smooth sailing or a bumpy ride, but either way Viola was ready and Viola would enjoy the motion towards her well earned and deserved riches.