Page 36 of Devanté
“We’ll send someone over right away, Mr. Morgan,” the woman on the other end of the phone assured me.
“Thank you,” I said staring into Renee’s off-kilter eyes. Something wasn’t right with that girl and I refused to stick around to find out what it was. She was the woman who made me give up casual pussy for good. If I wasn’t in a relationship, I wasn’t fucking anyone. The crazy woman attached to the casual sex wasn’t worth it.
“I don’t know where your son is, but you might want to go be with him.”
“Don’t worry about where he is! He’s your son too!”
“No, he’s not. It’s impossible, Renee.”
“You fucked me and the condom broke. I had him prematurely. Shit happens!”
“You can either wait here for the police or leave before they get here. You need to be outside of my house though.” I wrapped my fingers around her arm and led her to the porch while she screamed obscenities at me.
When I tried to close the door, she swung at me, her arms and hands flailing wildly. A few of her hits landed on my chest and one got me right on the chin. The cops pulled up just as I managed to restrain her with my arms around hers like the straight jacket she belonged in.
For a few uncertain moments, I didn’t know if the officers were going to cite me as the problem. Luckily, they recognized Renee as the threat. It probably helped that she became irate when they showed up, kicking her legs and trying her best to bite me.
It took twenty fucking minutes to get her calm enough for them to escort her away from my property. By the time the show was over, Molly and my driver were sitting in the driveway watching it all unfold like a messy soap opera.
I hated shit like that.
I tried my best to avoid drama and for most of my career, I’d succeeded…until now.
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