I knit my brows as Bentley’s words sink in. I grab my phone and begin to Google. The more I read, the dumber I feel.
None of it was real. That woman had made up the entire relationship and the rumors. Bentley had to press charges and get a restraining order.
I’d never dug too deep into their relationship because it hurt too much. If I had known the truth, I would have told him about Aaron sooner. It didn’t help that Gilbert always cautioned me against reaching out to Bentley.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Bentley
My son isadorable and so smart. I need space from Zah, not him. So when he asked to walk with me, I couldn’t say no. He made it half a block before he wanted me to pick him up.
I could only laugh and lift him into my arms. By the next block, he was fast asleep. I don’t mind, having him in my arms is enough for me.
“Where should I put him?” I ask as I enter Zahirah’s house once again and find her sitting on the couch.
“I’ll show you to his room,” she says and stands.
She’s changed out of that sexy-ass dress since we’ve been gone. I might be mad as hell at her, but she’s still gorgeous as ever. I still can’t believe she was going to marry Gilbert.
“Do you want to put him in his PJs?”
“Yes, please.”
She nods and goes to collect his little pajamas. I move to the little bed and sit down on the floor beside it. I then pull his shoes from his feet.
My boy is knocked out. I stare down at his face and smile. I can see so much of Zah, but there’s a ton of me.
“He’s so beautiful,” I murmur.
“He is. Best thing I’ve ever done.”
I look up into her eyes. Hearing her say that answers a number of my questions. I take the little train pajamas she’s handing me.
Gently, I remove his T-shirt and then his shorts. I chuckle at his tan lines. I have a son.
His little toes are so cute. Once I dress him in his nightclothes, I turn with him in my arms and place him in his little bed. I kiss his head and stand to leave.
I wait out in the hall, staring up at the ceiling. This has been unreal. The tiny human in there is my son.
“Do you want to talk?”
I turn to find Zah peering up at me. I move to crowd her space and pin her to the wall. She places her hands on my chest as I lean my arm over her head and look down into her eyes.
“I want what I came here for,” I say.
“What did you come here for?”
“You. You’re not his. You shouldn’t be marrying him.
“That’s our son, my son. I’m here for you both. He can’t have you, Zah. He doesn’t deserve you.”
“I’ve never been his.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. No matter how he touched you, you have always been mine.”
She shakes her head. I get ready to set her straight, but she reaches to cup my face. I turn my head and kiss her palm.
“No, Bent. You don’t understand. It was all fake. We were never really engaged.
