Lately Cent Clark doesn't return home except on the day am to perform at an event. It would have been easier if I wasn't pregnant but I can't and will not give up on my babies.
Today wasn't an exception, am dressed up in one of the latest edition from VJ, but due to my baby bump I can't fit into it_ no scab that, the right word is breath.
" Ma'am what do we do, sir Cent is in the living room waiting" my_ No, the only person Cent allowed to communicate with me.
"Sandra it's okay" I told her, then brought out my hand sewing machine to do some adjustments to the dress but fate wasn't on my side as Cent walked in on me.
"Erm_ it doesn't fit so I"
Smark!
Smark!
Two resounding slap landed on my both cheeks
"How dare you cut a million dollar dress do you have a death wish? Huh!" Cent bellowed.
I looked at the dress that I've cut off the corset but I smiled a bitter smile.
" You spent a million dollar for a dress I'll just put on for tonight but I kept asking for two hundred dollar for my routine drugs but you refused, ha" I said but he scoffed.
" Don't be_" he was saying but voice interrupted him
"Cent darling I've_ oh my God is this my dress that's ruined?" What she said struck me, I looked at Cent and he smirked. Which means he gave me his mistress clothes to wear for an event.
"Who did this, who did this Sandra_ oh, wait a minute, is it the untouchable celebrity Maria? Are you jealous you can't even afford a good outfit for your event? Well you can't blame me for your condition after all I've got a perfect body to enjoy all this and most of all the six inch red head dick. Do you know what I feel for you, just keep making the money for us okay_ thank you sweetie". She said while seductively moving around me.
Heavens help me if I don't kill someone's daughter, I took a deep breath and walked into the walk-in closet then got something more comfortable.
All through the drive I was lost of emotions because I didn't know what to feel, not that I don't want to refuse going to the event but for the sake of my babies to feed I don't want to step on Cent Clark tail.
Well some weeks ago he refused Sandra for bringing me food for a day and night, considering my condition I don't want to punish my babies.
Finally at the event as usual Cent Clark was all lovey dovey, when I got on stage I let out my emotions through the songs. To others it's the song but I alone knows where it pains the most.
"Are you okay sweetheart? If you want I'll go get you anything you want" Cent Clark said when I came to seat.
"No am good" I told him not wanting to talk to him.
"Are you sure, talk to me my love" he said further but I was getting irritated.
" Oh my Gosh Mrs Clark so good to see in person, am a big fan of yours" the bitch of a mistress said. I forced a smile and left for the restroom, when I stepped out going back to the party hall through the long passage I head soft moans from one of the rooms. Out of curiosity I slightly open the door
"Oh Cent baby harder_ give it to me baby yeah yeah ah ah ah" it seems he got alot of mistresses, then I thought of something. When I got inside the hall I browsed through the crowd looking for a red head bitch soon enough I spotted her among some elegant ladies.
"Cent Clark sent for you" I whispered to he, she excused herself while I said my hellos to the ladies.
"Where's Cent I've been searching for him" she asked when we're out of the hearing of people.