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  “No, no fucking way! Your threats will NOT run my life anymore. Sabrina is my everything. She made me realize that you are a piece of shit, trying to ruin my life. Oh, and Beverly...” I laugh, “trust me, I can ruin you so fast your head will spin.”

  Just as I moved Sabrina behind me to protect her, a hard smack lands across my face. I could feel the sting rise to the surface. I was afraid Beverly would lay her hands on her and hurt my beautiful girl.

  Beverly’s boney finger was in my face, “You will call me Mother, or you’ll regret it. Mark my words, Caston.”

  “GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. CLUB!” Thankfully security was bounding up the stairway, as I finished saying that. They drug her away from Sabrina and me.

  Sabrina’s legs gave out from under her. I sunk to the floor with her, cradling her to my chest. All the commotion had made people on the dance floor and the music come to a halt. Everyone was staring up here. Sara, thankfully, was right there to draw the curtains to shut us off from the rest of the club.

  “Sabrina, please settle down. Shhh, baby, please.” I stroked her head, trying to calm my hysterical girl.

  Sara fetched a glass of water and knelt down to hand it to her. She laid her hand on Sabrina’s shoulder and kissed her ivory skin.

  Sara looked up and caught my eye. Her look was pure resentment. She had almost the same experience with me and Beverly.

  “You have to get her out of here, Cass,” Sara spoke in a hushed tone.

  “I know.” I mouthed back. Tears were burning my eyes, but I couldn’t let them fall. I had to be strong for her.

  Sara slid her hand down Sabrina’s legs and moved to unbuckle her shoes. She was so tender about it. I knew Sara still loved me in a way that was unsaid. She was always there to pick up the pieces of my life, when they would tumble down.

  Sabrina was still trembling and sobbing into my chest. I shrugged off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders. “Where are her clothes, Sara?”

  “My office. I’ll come with you.”

  I picked her up. “Bre, honey, just keep your head in my chest. I’m getting you out of here.”

  I descended the stairs and thanked God that there were strict confidentiality and no cell phone policies in the club, or this would be already hitting the tabloids. Sara walked a few steps in front of me and shooed people back onto the dance floor. I turned the corner to head to Jon’s office. I stopped and looked behind me. The red and blue lights of the police were flashing through the open doorway at the back door of the club. I leaned over and kissed Sabrina’s hair. Jon walked out of the main office and flashed me a small smile. I took it as his sign that everything is in order with Beverly.

  Sara had already made it to his office and was waiting at the doorway to help me. Walking in, I set Sabrina on a small pink couch at the far end of the room. She was in shock. All she did was stare off into space. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her.

  I stepped back to give Sara room. She had Sabrina’s clothes. “Go make sure everything is settled with Jon. I’ll get her ready to go.”

  “Thank you, Sara.”

  Turning to walk out of the room, I grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialed Terrance.

  “Terrance, have you heard?”

  “Yes, sir, what are the next steps?”

  “Police are here now. I am going to meet up with Jon. I am filing a restraining order against her for Sabrina and myself. I want all of the locks changed on everything of mine.”

  “Yes, sir.” I heard him scribbling notes down as he was driving.

  “Has Dad called yet?”

  “No, sir, he hasn’t.”

  Jon walked up to me. I held out my hand for him to hold his thought.

  “Ugh, I do not want to hear him fly off the handle about this. Anyway, please call all security personnel at my companies to update them on the events of tonight and a little background on why we are taking such serious measures.”

  “On it. I’m also on my way to come pick you and Ms. Bennett up.”

  “Thank you, Terrance.”

  Ending my call, I turn to Jon.

  “Police are ready for you to sign the paperwork,” he said.

  I squeezed his arm. “Thanks. Is she still fuming from her ears?”

  “Oh God, she is flipping out in the back of that squad car.”

  “Dad?”

  “He didn’t even know she was here. He is furious. After the other incident, she wasn’t supposed to come here for a few weeks.” Jon said as we walked to the front entrance. “At least, that is what she promised me, anyways.” He added under his breath.

  Signing all the paperwork took longer than I wanted to be away from Sabrina, but I needed to assure her security.

  “Are we done yet?” I asked, annoyed.

  The police officer nodded, and I spun on my heels to run back to her.

  Sara was just closing the door to the office, as I made my way down the hall. “What’s wrong?” I yelled.

  She put her finger up to her lips to quiet me. “She fell asleep on the couch. You have to tell her, Cass. If she really is the one, she needs to know.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. “I know, I know.”

  Sara grabbed my other hand and gave it a squeeze. “Everything will be okay. You’ll see.”

  “I sure hope so. I can’t lose her.”

  She stood with me and a few tears fell from my eyes. I took a deep breath. Squeezing Sara’s hand again, I let myself into the office. I had to get away from her before I really lost it.

  Shutting the door behind me, I slid to the floor with my knees up and ran my hands through my hair. The flood gates burst, I cried like I haven’t done since I was a child, since the day I was taken from my mom.

  I’m so comfy that I don’t want to wake up. Stretching out in bed, I feel around and Caston isn’t with me. Panicking, I sit straight up in bed, immediately awake. An instant migraine hits me, and I fall back to the pillow clutching my head. “Oh my God, what did I do last night?” I say out loud to no one in particular.

  I feel the bed dip next to me, and I peak through one eye to see Caston, holding out a glass of water and some pills. “Take these,” he says quietly, so not to irritate my headache.

  I reach out to grab the items and my hand brushes Caston’s in the process. The tingle that goes up my arm, sends a shiver down my spine. The spark between us is undeniable, but if Beverly cannot leave me alone I won’t be able to stay.

  Caston moves closer to me and pulls me into his lap. His rhythmic stroking of my hair behind my ear slowly eases my pain, taking it away. Having him close makes me fall into a deep sleep.

  SMACK. My head flings to the side, spinning me around. “You fucking bitch. I told you, I wanted my laundry done.”

  I catch myself on the bed. Damn. I overslept and forgot to get the chores done, again. Slowly turning around, I sit down casting my eyes downward, trying to not provoke him anymore than he already is. “I’m sorry, Mark.” I whisper.

  He throws the laundry basket at me. I catch it just before it hits me in the face. I see him coming at me and before I can move he kicks me in both shins. I fall off the bed over the basket. The pain. I whimper.

  “Fucking bitch, get up!”

  I try to stand, but immediately fall again. The pain is awful. I glance down to my legs. The bruises are already showing. How long will these last? I’ve already missed school for other injuries. I close my eyes and will myself to stand. The pain is excruciating. I pick up the basket, holding it in front of me to protect my stomach, since I haven’t told him about the baby yet. I have to wait for the right moment, when Mark isn’t this worked up.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, anyway?” he screams. “Do you have the fucking flu? You have been sick for weeks, and look like shit. How am I supposed to take you places?”

  A tear runs down my cheek as I think about the ultrasound picture in my purse. I just shake my head. “I’m not sure. I
guess just sick. I’m sorry.”

  I try to get by him to go do the laundry, so he does not see me break down. Thankfully, he lets me pass. As soon as I reach the hall, I sink to the floor and burst into tears. Oh God, why?

  Finally, composing myself, I hobble to the laundry room in the basement. Broc is sitting on the folding table with his headphones on. I try to sneak past him, so he doesn’t notice me.

  “Hey, Bre!” he yells over the music in his ears.

  Not making eye contact, I raise my hand to acknowledge him. My eyes would show that I’ve been crying, and who knows what kind of shiner I have on my face right now. Thankfully, he goes back to reading his magazine. Black Hollywood. Of course. I roll my eyes. Men’s eye candy.

  Finishing what I can, I drag myself back up the stairs, and I start to feel woozy. I pause, putting my hand over my stomach. Breathe, Bre. It will pass. This morning/all day sickness is for the birds. I’ll never be able to finish school now.

  After a few deep breaths, it finally passes. I quickly hurry back to the room in case it returns.

  As soon as I shut the door, a punch lands in my side and I fall to the floor. My hair falls over my face. Moving it out of the way I look up. Mark is glaring down at me. He has my ultrasound picture. Our baby.

  “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”

  “It’s our baby,” I begin to sob.

  Mark freezes. His shoulders square off. “YOU FUCKING WHORE! Who are you cheating on me with?”

  “What?” Oh God, how can he think that? I’m never out of his sight.

  “Who the fuck is the father!” The look on Mark’s face terrifies me. I have seen him mad before, but this is a whole new level.

  I open my mouth to answer. That is when I see it. I foot coming toward me. It connects right in my stomach. “NO!” I scream, clutching myself.

  Repeated kicks all over my body. I try to curl up into a tight fetal position. I have to protect my baby. Please, God, if I get out of this, I’ll get away from this man. Two last kicks do me in and I black out. One to my back to make me uncurl and one devastating kick to my stomach.

  “Bre, Bre, oh my God, call 911.” I hear through the fog, then nothing.

  I slowly wake up. I’m in the hospital hooked to monitors and IVs. Beth and Broc are seated next to me. Beth’s head is rested on the side of the bed, while she is holding my hand.

  “What is going on? Where is Mark?” I whisper. Everything hurts so badly.

  Beth sits up looking at me in shock. Broc runs out of the room to get a nurse. “Oh my God, honey. I’m so happy you’re awake. I’ve been so worried about you.”

  “Worried, why?”

  “Honey, you have been in a coma for two weeks. Broc found you at the bottom of a staircase. You’re so bruised and broken. Honey, we weren’t sure if the brain swelling would go down.”

  Fear runs through my bones, as realization of the severity of my injuries sinks in. “The baby,” I whisper.

  Tears fall down her cheeks. I know what that means.

  I lost it. Oh God, my baby. He made me lose my baby.

  Caston is gently shaking me, trying to wake me. “Bre, what’s the matter? Honey, you’re crying and yelling out in your sleep. Tell me”

  I clutch to him tighter, I cannot show my face. The memory of losing my baby is still so fresh in my mind. The memories of the hospital and recovery still hurt. My heart still hurts. I thought I was over this.

  “Caston, I lost a baby about six months ago.” I whispered into his chest. “I’m so embarrassed that I went back to that piece of shit. I thought I was finally turning a corner, but I guess everything with Beverly coming after me brought it back to the surface.”

  He tenses as he tightens his hold on me. “Oh, Sabrina. Cry all you need. You’ll never forget and you shouldn’t. The baby was a part of you.”

  I cry harder. “I’m an idiot. Broc and Beth knew what happened. They tried to get me to turn him in. Mark came to see me in the hospital. I’m not sure why I listened to him, or even gave him a chance to talk to me. He reminded me of all the pictures and videos he had of me that would immediately get me kicked out of school. He also reminded me that no one would believe that he was to blame since he was the one grieving because of my infidelity. I knew it wasn’t true as much as he did but I couldn’t risk anything. When I took him back he changed his tune and convinced me that he was sorry. That he would spend his life making it up to me. I told the police that I fell down the stairs, because my morning sickness had made me so weak. I could tell they didn’t believe me, but they couldn’t press charges if I wouldn’t corroborate the story. I’m so fucking stupid.” I sob harder into his chest. He sits, stroking my back trying to calm me down. I feel as though I could throw up.

  “Beth, wouldn’t talk to me for a month. She stayed her distance from me. That’s actually why she wasn’t with me the night I met you.”

  I look up at him to see him looking down at me. His eyes were so warm and full of love. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” he asks.

  “Oh, Caston, I’m so embarrassed that I’m one of those stupid women. I was so scared. I couldn’t risk my reputation.” I also didn’t want to say because the doctors told me this might affect my ability to have children in the future.

  I look away ashamed of my past. I should have told him before he fell in love with me. Being with someone who may not be able to have a child is a big deal.

  He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. The kiss started out light, but quickly deepened. “You aren’t stupid, and I don’t love you any less,” he said when he pulled back. Another peck and he added, “Bre, you’re all I need.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut as more tears stream down my cheeks. He said exactly what I needed to hear. You’re all I need. This time I’m the one to lean forward to kiss him.

  Not letting his lips leave mine, I move up and straddle his lap. His warm hands grip my hips. I can feel him under me. Our tongues dance over each other and his hard cock presses up against my slit, making me wet. I rotate my hips, making us both moan. His hard chest is pressing up against my breasts. I run my hands through his hair, kissing down his neck and along his jaw. Nibbling at his earlobe, I kiss him right behind the ear. A shiver goes down his spine and his breath catches.

  His hands reach around and grip my ass, hard. Kneading and pulling it. I need to be filled. I continue my decent down his neck while I’m still grinding in his lap. Slowly moving down his body I reach his belly button, looking up at Caston I dipped my tongue into it. His eyes darken with desire. He stared directly at me, he looked as though he wanted to eat me alive. Not breaking eye contact, I moved further down noticing my large wet spot on his crotch. A sly smile crept across my face when I saw it. I moved my mouth over that spot and took it into my mouth sucking up my fluids and him through his shorts. He took in a deep breath and tangled his hands in my hair, holding me in place.

  I need him in my mouth, now. Pushing up, just far enough to be able to pull his pants down, to free his magnificent, smooth cock, I take him in my mouth. I open my throat and push his cock all the way down. I want it all. Feeling his head hit the back of my throat, he groaned and let his head fall back. The grip on my hair tightened, which made me want to speed up. I sucked and teased him, popping him out as I reach the head of his cock. Using the tip of my tongue I play with the vein that runs along the underside. I wrap my hand around his girth and stroke him base to tip, as I suck his ball sack into my mouth and move it around with my tongue. I feel them suck up to his body, and I know a drip of pre-cum has formed on the head of his cock.

  I lick my lips and move back to suck it up. The salty fluid tastes magnificent. Taking him deep in my mouth, again, Caston lets out a loud growl, pushing me off of him, onto my back. He kicks off his shorts and moves to crawl up over me. Taking one of my legs in his hands he moves his mouth from my foot to my center, nibbling as he goes along. I toyed and squeezed my nipples.

  Reaching my pussy, he hooks his arms around my
hips, pulling me apart with his long fingers. Slowly he takes his tongue and dips it into my velvety folds. He exposes my clit and lightly blows on it.. Shivers of pleasure run through me. I grab his head and push it deeper, he devours me. Sucking my sides and licking. His finger rubs circles as his mouth sucks on my lips. “You’re driving me insane, Caston.” I tug and pull on his head, moving it exactly where I need him most.

  He groans into me and the vibration makes me quiver. Laughing at my reaction he looks up and smirks at me. Just then his cell phone rings. Looking defeated he sighed and dropped his forehead to rest on my pelvic bone. “Fuck me.”

  “With pleasure, let it ring.” I try to persuade him to come up and sink into my wet hole. “Please, Cass?”

  “I can’t. Just a minute, I won’t be long.”

  He hops up and goes to his phone. I laugh at his hard cock bouncing as he walks over there. Licking my lips I let my hands roam and take over my own pleasure. I tune him out and continue but I never take my eyes off of him.

  He reaches down and plays with his cock, while he is on the phone. I can tell he is distracted from watching me and his own pleasure. As I sink two fingers into myself, Caston hangs up and bounds over to me.

  He scoops me up onto his lap, one push he is in me to the hilt. I gasp at the extremely full feeling. His beast stretches me. “Sabrina, you feel so good.” He says into my neck.

  We move together. My soul feeling free, since I have told him about my dark past. My hidden secret that only a few knew about. I wrap my legs around him and hold on. Rocking on his lap we’re one. One soul. Our orgasms take us at the same time. We hold on to each other until our breathing calms.

  Pulling back, I take his head in my hands, lightly kissing his lips. “Caston, you’re my other half.” I rest my forehead on his. A tear drips from my eye. Still connected he kisses my tears away.

  More tears fall from my eyes, because Caston doesn’t say it back. His eyes don’t have the same twinkle they did just a few minutes ago. I pull him closer, while my heart breaks.