The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED)

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In the next three hours we pulled up to my condominium and tEZ AND mAN-mAN helped me out.

They brought me up, placed me comfortably on the sofa, and made sure I was safe and sound before giving me strict orders to follow the doctor’s instructions.

I thanked them for everything and they left.

I got up off the sofa and limped towards my bedroom, changing out of the Lady Enyce sweat suit I had put on at the hotel and into something more comfortable.

Turned out, all the things I saw in the hotel room earlier, were for me … but I still felt weird wearing them - which was one of the reasons I was dying to get home … so I could change.

I pulled on a pair of small Black shorts that M.j affectionately called my ‘booty hugging’ shorts, and a Red wife beater. I pulled my hair out of the messy ponytail it was in and was about to re-do it, when the doorbell rang. I left it hanging and limped towards the front door.

It was Breanna and Mecey.

“Congratulations,” Breanna spoke.

“On what?” I stepped aside so they could come in, and looked at her confused.

She handed me the STAR magazine and my stomach fell as I saw the cover.

Right below their slogan ‘BREAKING CELEBRITY NEWS FIRST!’ Was a picture of Spec and I exiting the SUV, and another one of us entering the restaurant … hand in hand -- which I wasn’t aware of until now.

My eyes roamed below the picture and I read the title …

SPECTACULAR AND MYSTERY LADY … MYSTERY BABY?
(Why He’s Kept Her A Secret For This Long …)

EXCLUSIVE FIRST PHOTOS!

I swallowed and shut the door … turning to the page number that was printed below the caption.

This was some bullShit.


SPECTACULAR SMITH SPENDS NIGHT ON THE TOWN WITH POSSIBLE MOMMY-TO-BE!
(Star Cover Story)

WHO IS SHE?
We’re not quite sure as yet. But we do know she’s STUNNING! The couple was seen entering the B.E.D restaurant hand in hand on July 22, 2009. Despite the crowd of fans that gathered to catch a glimpse of their number one producer, an inside source, says the couple had a wonderful evening and couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

EXPECTING AT LAST?
Spectacular, 24, has been eager to have kids for some time. “I want a baby as soon as I possibly can,” he once told a reporter, and, in fact, a source close to Mr. Smith says, “He kept his hands on her tummy most of the night.” And when seen exiting the restaurant later on, the mystery woman placed a hand on her tummy before passing out.
- JAZMINE VANN, DAVID LYNOIER,
ROGER HITTS & MAGGIE HARBOUR *(The Star)


I looked a few inches down and sure enough, right below that, was a picture of me with a hand on my tummy … Tez stepping in front of me.

This couldn’t be happening.

I wanted to shout - NO, I DIDN’T HAVE MY HAND ON MY STOMACH BECAUSE I’M PREGNANT. I HAD IT THERE BECAUSE I WAS SCARED TO DEATH THAT THIS MOTHERfuckING NUT WAS GOING TO SHOOT ME! - But I couldn’t. I suddenly felt the urge to throw up … this was all so fucking stupid.

I limped over to a smaller sofa that was adjacent to the one Breanna shared wit Mecey and threw the magazine unto the glass table in front of me.

“Why are you limping?” Bre asked, concerned.

“I hurt myself when I passed out,” I replied.

Mecey lifted my legs and rested them on top of hers and I leaned back, running my hand through my hair. “This is some bullSht. How can they say I’m pregnant? Matter of fact, Spec and I aren’t even dating!” … “Everything in that fucking article is a lie!”

“We know Kie.” Mecey responded. “Did you talk to Spectacular?”

“No. I don’t think he’s seen it yet.”

“Well, when he does, I’m sure he’s going to be just as pissed about it as you are … because this is fucked up.”

“It sure as hell is,” Breanna spoke. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know …” I replied, honestly.

We sat in silence for a while, until Bre spoke again.

“You know Marcus is going to have a fit about this, right?”

“I don’t give a damn if Marcus wants to pop a vein. The way I see it is, he is in no position to tell me Shit.” I replied matter-of-factly.

“That may be true, but we know Marcus … you more than anyone. You know he’s going to damn near lose his mind when he sees this,” Mecey responded.

I had to admit, what she was saying had a lot of truth to it. But my focus honestly wasn’t on Marcus.

“Speaking of mind loss,” Bre interjected. “I saw him all hugged up on some chick at club senses.”

“For real?” Mecey asked.

“For real. She was whispering in his ear and Shit.”

“She’s probably a groupie,” Mecey answered.

Bre shook her head. “Nah, she looked more like the model type.”

“She is a model..”

They both looked at me in one motion.

“How you know that?” Bre questioned.

I sighed, “He brought her over here yesterday.”

Mecey shot me a look. “Over where? Here? Oh hell no … this nigga wants his ass to get cut the hell up.”

“No doubt about it. How the hell is he going to bring another girl in your house?” Bre asked, getting upset.

I shrugged. “It’s whatever y‘all. Like I said, I don’t give a d**n about Marcus or as he is known now Pleasure.”

“Yeah, bu-”

“And we’re not talking about him anymore.” I spoke, cutting Mecey off.

The doorbell rang and we looked towards the door...



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[.] Chapter Six [.]




{.. Kiery ..}

“We’ll be back,” Breanna spoke as Mecey walked out in front of her. She looked from Tremaine to me. “Are you going to be all right?”

“Yeah,” I replied, nodding.

She stepped through the door, “Okay, later.”

“Bye.”

“And no hanky panky Shit!” Bre crazy ass shouted from the elevator.

“Bye!” I shouted, laughing.

They got in the elevator and I closed the door and i sighed with relief thanking God it wasnt Marcus at the door.

“You want me to get started?” Trey asked, laughing.

“Yeah, but set up the mini-treadmill in the Rec. Room.”

“Aite.”

He picked up the huge box he brought over and headed toward Mj’s room. I locked the door and headed toward my bedroom, remembering I had some laundry to fold.

The phone rang as I emptied the basket onto my bed and I crawled across the pile of clothes to pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey Kiery, it’s Ashley.”

“Oh, hey Ash, how are you?”

“Well me, I’m fine,” she replied. “The company, I’m not so sure about … we miss you.”

I smiled. “Awww.”

“Yeah,” she laughed.

“How is everything going?”

“Everything is going good. We finally got the files and portfolios, so there are a lot of things to be signed.”

“Great,” I muttered.

She laughed. “And since you asked me to call and give you the update. Um,” she paused and I heard her rummage through some papers. “We have some new girls who want to see you for a place in the upcoming show, Mr. Houston finally faxed us back, the new designs are in, Mr. Grandberry says he will be avaliable between September 12th and 18th, and Melissa is really tripping.”

“Okay …” I started, trying to take it all in. “Set up some dates for the girls to come in and see me next week … don’t put them all on the same day. Put the fax from Mr. Houston in my top drawer, tell Matt to go over the new designs and put them on my desk, set up a date with Mr. Grandberry that i dnt have anything on, and as for Melissa, don’t worry about her.” … “Oh, and see what day is good for a conference meeting with F.I.” I finished, knowing she was writing it all down.

“Done and done. Oh- and Mr. Combs called earlier, so did Mr. Simmons.”

“Okay, I’ll try to get back to them.”

“All right, well, that’s it,” she spoke. “Are you okay? Because your time off is supposed to be relaxing.”

I laughed. “It’s far from that Ash, but I’m doing good.”

“That’s good, how’s Mj?” She asked.

A smile spread across my face at the sound of his name. I haven’t seen him since the day before yesterday. “He’s fine.”

“Good … but I’m going to let you go now, seeing as I’m not even supposed to be calling you.”

“All right, I’ll see you next week,” I laughed.

“Bye, Kiery.”

“Bye.”

Her line disconnected and I hung up.

I made a note to call Sean and Russell, and continued to fold the laundry when I heard a loud thud coming from the direction of Mj’s room. I paused. “Trey are you all right?!” I shouted.

“Yeah!”

He muttered something afterward, and I turned towards my bedroom door. “What?!” “Nothing!” he shouted back after a while.

There was another thud, and this time he sounded aggravated, “Shit.”

I chuckled.

Trey could be a klutz sometimes … well, more often than not.

The weird thing was, even though he was always so clumsy, he didn’t have that urkel thing going on.

He didn’t wear glasses, or walk around in dress shirts and slacks.

Not even close.

He was an extremely handsome man. He was tall, well built, had dimples so deep your heart would melt and had a chocolate complexion that was like fudge -- smooth and flawless. I swear, as long as I’ve known Trey - and I’ve known him for a while - I’ve never seen him with so much as a blemish -- which aggravated me sometimes -- but anyway.

He was a Physical Therapist and in my eyes he was on top of his game, because once you’re making over eighty thousand dollars a pay check, you must be doing something right.

Right?

*******

I finished folding the towels and sighed as I saw the three other baskets I still had to unload.

I emptied them atop the bed and picked the towels back up.

“So you just goin’ stay in here and be uptight?”

I jumped and placed a hand over my heart.

“Don’t do that. You scared the Shit out of me.”

He laughed, posted up against the doorframe. “My bad.”

He leaned off and walked in, picking up the towels that fell from my grasp. “damn Kiery, you got a lotta’ clothes,” he stated, dropping the towels on the bed.

“No Shit, captain obvious,” I retorted. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

He looked at me and smirked. “Did you know Dakota eats PUssy?”

I closed my eyes as my mind processed the sickening information and made a face. “I don’t need to know everything.”

He laughed. “Fa’real though.” … “Anyway, I’m lookin’ to set up Mj’s treadmill, you tryna’ help me?”

“That depends,” I smiled. “You trying to help me fold these?” I asked, referring to the pile of clothes on my bed that now resembled mount Everest.

He looked at the clothes and shrugged. “Whatever.”

*******

We folded clothes, sheets and towels until our wrists hurt … literally.

The conversations we had were worth it though.

Trey was one of my close friends, so close, I considered him like my best guy friend … we just didn’t put that title to it. I talked to him about any and everything -- and yes I do mean everything.

He was cool like that.

He had the kind of personality that amazed anyone who came in contact with him, and everyone just had a true feeling of comfort around him.

He had the type of aura that not many people carried and I loved it.

We were down to the last pile and I was trying to fix the hook on one of my skirts, when he dangled something over my head. “This is how you get down, huh?” I looked up and snatched my Red Victoria Secret ‘see through’ lingerie out of his hands. “Give me that.”

He laughed and I cut my eyes at him, getting up to put it in my top drawer.

“It’s cool. I like my women in red, especially red that’s transparent.”

I closed the drawer and looked back at him. “Shut up, and that’s not how you fold a sweater.”

“Damn Kiery, I’m not domestic, what the fuck.”

“Look, either you do it right, or we’re going to be here all day,” I replied, throwing one of Mj’s Sponge-bob pillows at him.

He sucked his teeth. “I swear you stay trippin’.”

“Whatever. Keep folding while I go get that.”

I set the hoodie down and got up to get the door as the bell continued to echo through-out the room.

“damn, Spectacular hit it up that good?” He asked playfully, referring to my limp.

I flipped him the finger and exited my bedroom.


“Mommy!” Mj squealed, charging in at me.

I gripped the door to keep my balance and laughed. “Hey baby.” I looked past him, “Hey mom.”

“Hey sweetie,” she replied. Her eyes spoke of confusion.

“Is that Trey sweater?” Mj asked, pointing to the large Black Nike hoodie that was slung over the sofa.

“Yeah, he’s in my room.”

He ran past me without another word and I smiled.

His love for Trey was out of this world.

I moved aside so my mother could come in and she hugged me. I hugged back, I knew my mother all too well. She was worried.

No doubt about the tabloids and what they wrote about me.

“I’m not staying long, I have some business to do on the road.”

“Okay. What’s wrong?”

She paused, “I’m worried, Kiery.”

I knew it.

“Baby I know where these things can go from here. They will chew you up and spit you out alive.”

I sighed, remembering how they portrayed her when she split from my father for a while. Yeah, I knew the real reason why -- and so did my sister and older brother -- but we were young and still believed every word we read and heard from the media.

They made her look like a monster.

“Whatever you have going on between you and Spectacular has to stop.”

I looked up at her, and just like a mother … she knew the look.

“Kiery, it has to stop.” … “They are having a field day with this. They’ve already printed several other articles pertaining to the both of you.”

“Yeah, but mom, Spectacular and I aren’t even dating.”

“They don’t know that and frankly, they don’t care. All they need is to see the two of you together and that’s enough to make another story.”

I didn’t say anything, just stood there.

“Look, I know you’re probably starting to like this young man and I don’t blame you. I mean, he is charming and handsome and all of that.” … “But it’s the best thing for you to do.”

She cupped my chin. “Trust your mother, sweetie.”

I smiled a small smile.

“I have to go … call me later?” She asked, more than stated.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Okay. Your father is going to stop by later on when he gets off and I want you to be nice, you hear me?”

I looked at her, “I’m not promising you anything.”

“Kie.”

“I’m not making any promises, mom.”

She smiled, knowing that was as far as she was going to get and shook her head.

My father and I were more on the ‘I’m-the-parent-and-you’re-my-child’ basis, so we didn’t really talk much. We weren’t friends like my mother and I. Which was why I was so attached to her and ultimately preferred her over him.

He spoke at me, while she spoke to me.

“M j baby, come here,” she bellowed, pulling me into a warm hug. She rubbed my back gently and spoke, “I love you Kiery, no matter what may happen.”

Her voice was soft and sincere.

“I love you too, mom,” I replied, kissing her cheek.

Just then, Mj ran into the living room, giggling, with Trey behind him. “Yes grandma?”

He ran in front of me and held onto my leg. “Mommy save me!”

I laughed along with my mother as Trey manoeuvred around me and picked him up. “Hey Mrs. C”

“Hey Tremaine, how are you?”

“I’m good. Just helping sexy- I mean, your daughter here, move some things into the Rec. room.”

I shook my head at his stupidity and my mother laughed.

“Well don’t do to much helping.”

She leaned forward and gave Mj a kiss on his cheek. “Well, I’m going. Goodbye Tremaine.”

“Bye Mrs. C.”

“Kiery baby, I’ll talk to you later?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to ca-”

I looked past her and stopped talking as the figure stepped in front of the door.

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