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  WE BOTH CAN’T BE BAE 3

  WRITTEN BY:

  TWYLA T

  Copyright © 2016 Twyla T

  Published by Cole Hart Presents

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are strictly the product of the author or used fictitiously. Any similarities between actual persons, living or dead, events, settings, or locations are entirely coincidental.

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  DEDICATION

  This series is dedicated in memory of my baby brother, Hassan Turner. I have been reading since I was a teenager, and in the back of my mind I always said I should write a book one day. I never found or made time to write until after I lost my baby brother at the tender age of 23 in a tragic drowning accident July 19, 2015. To make matters worse, my mom had a massive stroke the day before my brother’s funeral. I didn’t know how to go on, but I knew I had to because so many people depend on me. My closest family and friends encouraged me every day to find an outlet and it was then that I finally MADE time to write. I sat down on November 6, 2015, and I have been writing daily since then. Writing has become therapeutic for me and has kept me sane. It is my hope that you enjoy the ride in this series, which I have created for you during my therapy. Keep resting baby brother. I love and miss you dearly!!

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Writing this book has been a dream come true to me. It has been an exciting and satisfying journey all because of God and my awesome support system. I feel so grateful to be able to finally do what I absolutely love. I have far too many people who have encouraged and inspired me to name one by one, but each and every one of you know how much I love and appreciate you. It’s more than words can even describe. I hope that each of you enjoy this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks so much for taking a chance on me. Enjoy and be blessed!!

  WE BOTH CAN’T BE BAE 3

  BY:

  AUTHOR TWYLA T.

  If you haven’t read parts 1 & 2, go catch up now before turning the page!!!!

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  Prologue

  “I’m pregnant,” Phebe blurted out to Luke as they were driving down the highway heading home. They had spent yesterday and last night together, while Keith was out of town handling business. He did a double take and almost lost control of the car. Once it registered what she said, he started grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

  “Word, well, I know for a fact now that it’s time for me to make you all mine,” Luke said. She smiled, relieved that he was happy. “So, how far along are you?” he asked. She told him that she was only a couple of months. The next thing she told him was about how Keith knew her cycle and ovulating days like clockwork, how she faked her cycle, and slept with him on a day when she should have been ovulating, knowing she was already pregnant. Luke was a bit angered by her actions, but he told her that he understood and he didn’t want any more games. Phebe had no idea that she had dialed Keith’s cell and a voicemail was being left on his phone.

  Out of nowhere, gunshots rang out like fireworks on the fourth of July. POW POW POW POW POW POW POW!!! Blood splattered everywhere and screams could be heard before Luke lost control of the car and swerved off of the road, flipping a couple of times and finally landing in a ditch. The car behind them timed everything perfectly and exited the highway like nothing had happened, heading to ditch the stolen car, retrieve theirs, and inform their boss that the job had been taken care of.

  RECAP

  Malcolm eased out before any of the women could look his way. While they were all in shock about the secret that was revealed before them, he took that opportunity to escape in peace. There was no telling what else might transpire at Charlotte’s house, but he was not about to stick around to see. The graze from the gunshot wound on his arm was stinging and burning like hell, but going to the hospital was out of the question. Malcolm knew he would have to give a story about what happened and that would involve talking to the cops, and he hated police. The officers who wanted him arrested for Cameron’s accident had finally stopped harassing him. It took Malcolm paying them five stacks each to back off, but he wasn’t sure it was completely over. They didn’t know that he pulled in that amount in one week and it was really chump change to him.

  As Malcolm was driving away, he started thinking back to how all of this started. He tried to stop sneaking around with Charlotte several times, but she would never take no for an answer. In fact, on this very trip, he was only stopping by to end things once and for all, but when she broke down crying about how her whole life was a lie, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Malcolm initially had Charlotte believing that Cameron hated her guts and bad-mouthed her often. Charlotte was obsessed with Cameron’s life and it didn’t take much to convince her to give up the pussy; she really threw it to Malcolm before he ever asked. Malcolm thought about how it all began…

  Before Mr. Miller finally got Cameron to agree to marry me, we had several conversations. He almost backed out more times than one, but he really didn’t want me to tell what I knew about him. I felt like blackmailing him; to get such a beautiful woman was well worth it. His oldest daughter, Charlotte, was pretty, but I didn’t care for light-skinned women. I wanted his beautiful chocolate daughter and I had him right where I wanted him after I found out some information about him at work. In the deal we made, I agreed to leave the job and start driving trucks cross country, which is the job I had just started, due to a great referral, when I met Cameron.

  On the night of the rehearsal dinner, Charlotte overheard us saying something about the “arrangement” and she approached me afterwards. I didn’t know how much she heard, so I wasn’t about to give anything away. “So, what are you willing to do to keep me from telling my sister about this arrangement between you and our dad?” Charlotte asked me.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked her, trying to play dumb.

  “Don’t try to play me, Malcolm. I heard y’all,” she replied.

  “Well, you tell me what you heard and I’ll tell you what I will do to keep you from telling her,” I said to her. I had her right there because she couldn’t say anything. Well, I thought I had her. She walked away and we went into the sanctuary of the church for rehearsal. Charlotte was eyeing me the entire time. I tried to ignore her, but it was very hard. I started thinking that maybe I should have given her a chance, instead of Cameron. We made it through the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner with ease. As soon as the dinner was over, Cameron bolted out of the door. I knew she was excited to get to her bachelorette party, so I sent her a text telling her to have fun because she would only have one bachelorette party in life. I didn’t want a bachelor party the night before my wedding because I knew how out of hand it would get, which is why I had one the weekend before and it was one for the books.

  Cameron never texted back and I assumed she was with her girls having a good time. They said they w
ouldn’t have strippers and I hoped they weren’t lying, but I couldn’t be so sure, which is why I was planning to pop up on them. My plans were changed when I was trying to walk out of the bathroom at the church and Charlotte walked in, pushing me backwards. “So, do I have to tell my sister about this arrangement or do you want to know more about the black car she just jumped in and left?” Charlotte said to me. I stood there speechless. Charlotte never gave me a chance to answer before she kissed me passionately and grabbed my dick. The way she massaged brought it to attention immediately. “If you won’t tell, neither will I. This won’t even count as cheating since you aren’t married yet,” Charlotte whispered in my ear.

  I thought about what she said. I knew it was wrong, but with the way she had been staring at me all night, I was very turned on. I picked Charlotte up, placed her on the counter, and tongued her down. She unbuckled my pants and pulled her shirt over her head. “Just this one time,” I told her. She agreed and I dove into her pussy. She dug her nails into my back as I pumped for dear life. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out and my nut landed on her thighs.

  “Wait, you mean to tell me you a two-minute brother with this decent sized dick? You gonna have to come with me. We changing our agreement to one night, instead of one time,” Charlotte said. Her comment kinda insulted my manhood, but since she offered, I went to her hotel room that night. What was supposed to be a one-night fling turned into us sneaking around behind Cameron’s back our entire marriage. Getting caught never really crossed my mind because the two of them never got along and I sure as hell didn’t expect them to make a surprise visit. I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna get out of this shit.

  Charlotte knew she was wrong, but she felt like the lies that had been kept from her justified her actions. As she was sitting there on the floor, she thought back to how she got into this mess.

  The night before my sister’s wedding, I was upset because my dad was jumping head over heels to make sure his baby girl’s wedding day was perfect. I know it wasn’t their fault that I jumped up and got married without telling them, but everything was always about Cameron. EVERYTHING!! It didn’t help that my marriage didn’t even last a full year and, here, my baby sister was about to marry a man who was already pulling in six figures. When I saw my dad and Malcolm talking in the corner, they were looking guilty, so I decided to sneak up and try to hear what they were whispering about. By the time I made it close to them, the conversation was ending, but I could tell that my dad was upset and I heard him say something about wishing he had never made this arrangement with Malcolm. I decided to play on that and act like I knew what was up. I should have never approached Malcolm. After that two minutes in the bathroom at the church, I should have really been done, but I felt like I was in control and wanted more. After we left the church and went to my hotel room, Malcolm made up for his two-minute game with that tongue of his. He had me climbing the walls. He wouldn’t let me go down on him that night and I was a bit hurt because I wanted to return the favor. A year later, he opened up to me about his childhood and I understood why he never wanted head, and I told him I wouldn’t pressure him. He said it was easy to talk to me. He told me that Cameron hated me and talked about me all the time, so I saw no reason to stop fucking him. I did feel guilty at times, but Malcolm always told me something that Cameron said or did every time I tried to break things off.

  A few weeks ago, when I made it home, a car was parked in my driveway. I was irritated because everyone I dealt with knew not to park in my driveway, so I had no idea who was parked there. When I pulled up behind the car and got out, a woman who looked a lot like my mom got out. “Hi Charlotte, I know you don’t know me and I have a lot of explaining to do, but I’m your mom,” is what the lady said. I looked at her like the lunatic she was and told her, if she didn’t leave my home within the next minute, I was calling the cops. I guess she didn’t take me very serious because she kept standing there trying to talk until I pulled my cellphone and mace from my purse. “I know this is a bit strange, but please hear me out,” she said.

  “You have less than thirty seconds left to leave my house,” I said, as I walked right past her and into the house. When I made it inside, I looked out the window and she was sitting in her car. She sat there for about two more minutes before finally backing out.

  After the woman left, I told myself that it was time to finally get an alarm system, and a gun wouldn’t be a bad idea because if someone is bold enough to show up at your house saying they are your mom, then there is no telling what else they might do.

  Later on that night, I jumped when my doorbell rang, completely forgetting that Malcolm was stopping by. That lady who said she was my mom had me shook. I had been thinking about her for the past few hours, wondering why she resembled my mom so much. “A lady came by here today and said she was my mom,” I told Malcolm.

  “What? What are you talking about?” he asked me. I told him how everything happened and he sat there like he was in deep thought. I couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, but I knew that he knew something by the change in his body language. At that moment, I had no idea about the exact details of the “arrangement” my dad and Malcolm had made, but as he talked, the pieces started falling into place. I slapped the shit of him because I realized right then that he had played me and my entire family.

  I sat there in a daze, thoughts running wild. I thought Malcolm would leave after I slapped him, but he knew he had fucked up. I really didn’t know whose life was more fucked up, mine or his. He leaned over and started massaging my breasts through my tank top. Sex with Malcolm had gotten better as time passed by. We both had agreed not to get our feelings caught up in each other because we knew what we were doing was already wrong. I knew he had a couple of other women he was sleeping with anyway. I got wet from his touch, but sex wasn’t on my mind at the time. I had some shit I needed to figure out. I told him that he could stay, but I needed some time to process everything that was happening.

  The next morning when I got up and got ready for work, I was still confused. My mom, or who I thought was my mom, had called and left a voicemail and she had even texted me. I didn’t want to be bothered with anyone and I definitely didn’t want to confront her and be dead wrong about everything. I decided to keep my distance for a while, which wasn’t out of the norm for me anyway. When I walked out to get in my car, there was an envelope on the windshield with the words, PLEASE READ!! I pretty much knew it had to be a letter from the mystery woman that stopped by yesterday. I grabbed it and put it in my purse and told myself that I would read it on my lunch break. I hated my job and really wanted to call in, but I had bills to pay.

  I took a few calls and after a lady cussed me out about something she ordered but didn’t want to pay for, I put my phone on hold to look like I was still on a call and pulled the envelope from my purse. When I opened it, four pictures fell out. One was a baby picture of me, one was a picture of me and the woman who said she was my mom, one was a picture of my parents, and the last one was a picture of my two moms, I guess. I was scared to open the letter after examining the pictures for about five minutes straight. I finally gathered up enough nerves to open it.

  I can’t even imagine the thoughts that are running through your mind, but the first thing I need to say is; I’M SO SORRY!!! I really am your real mother and the woman that raised you is my sister. I made some terrible mistakes in the past, and the biggest one was leaving you. I was upset that things didn’t turn out the way I felt like they should. I did a terrible thing to my sister and my life has never been the same since then. Words can’t even describe how sorry I am. I know you must feel like your life is a lie, but that’s not true. Charles is your father and Carla has been the best mother possible. I know it was hard on her, but she treated you like you were her very own. She never wanted anything else to do with me and I can’t blame her. Every letter I sent was always returned without even being opened. I went to have an abortion after I found out I was
pregnant with you, but I just couldn’t go through with it. I know you must be wondering why I am bringing all of this up now. That’s a fair question, but it is also difficult. I would rather not get into all of that on this letter. I would love to meet you for dinner, so we can talk face to face. I plan on meeting with your parents within the next month, but don’t mention anything about me until we talk please. Meet me at the Bistro on Main Street tonight at 7:30 please. Just ask for Crystal if you decide to come. I pray that you will.

  After reading that letter, I couldn’t do anymore work. I barely did anything before, but I certainly couldn’t function after, so I left work for the day and went home. I wanted to stop by the liquor store, but my brain couldn’t register anything except to go straight home, and that’s what I did. I went home and got straight in the bed and cried. I cried about all of the things that I had done in life. I cried wondering what my life would have been like if my real mom would have raised me, instead of my aunt. I cried trying to figure out if Cameron and I would have been closer if we would have been raised as the first cousins we were, instead of sisters. I always thought my mom treated me and Cameron different, but now I wondered if it was just me all along not feeling the connection that they seemed to have. I had too many unanswered questions. I must have finally drifted off to sleep because the sun was setting when I woke up. My eyes were red and puffy and I had a headache. I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote a note.

  Crystal,

  I am really not sure what to say to you and I just can’t face you right now. My whole life has been turned upside down because of you. How do you give me away and disappear for twenty-three years? My mom loves me, but I never felt a connection to her and it’s all because of you. So, you and dad had an affair and you just gave me to them to raise? How have you slept at night all of these years? There is so much that I want to say, but I’m not sure if it’s even worth it. Why did you come back now? Give your number to Jimmy that works at the restaurant and I will get it from him. Give me some time to process all of this information and I will get back with you when I have the energy to deal with all of this.