Daddy's Little Mistress

Chapter 13

"It's my fault", Richard admitted fingering his beard. "I was stupid enough to actually think that you'd be my girlfriend. I actually believed that you would be that one girl that wouldn't break my heart", he cried a sea of mixed emotions.

My guilty, yet defensive eyes followed him as he paced back and forth.

"Is he serious?" I thought, He took our playful relationship seriously?

"And you know...I'm so stupid!.." he added jamming a finger through his temple, "I'm so stupid that I actually believed that you...that you...that you- loved me the same way I loved you!" His voice fought for stability.

"I did!" I argued, "I mean...I do!"

"You're lying! You're a f*****g lair, you b***h!" Richard cursed.

"You're right!" I said folding my arms defiantly. The sudden movement sent sparks of pain throughout my muscles. "You were stupid enough to believe that I loved you. I played you right in front of your face and you were too stupid to notice it".

I got tired of kissing his ass. How many times did I have to apologize? I know I made a mistake but, damn...the dude was acting like he was on his period. And I knew...I knew for a fact that I was not the only one who cheated. I mean, think about...the man is a young rapper, he's out every night which means he will forever be surrounded by sober sluts acting like they're drunk. What man wouldn't take advantage? Matter of fact, he had a wife!

He stratched through his hair blowing out steam, "I can't do this with you right now...like f**k- I- I really can't. I don't know why I took you seriously, I really don't know why".

And with that he walked out the room.

How could he even say he took me seriously? I bet I was just his little s*x toy (although we both really enjoyed that idea) that he went to when he couldn't find someone better. And no, I wasn't trying to play the victim here, I was just baffled me how he was painting me as the vilian when it was the both of us who f****d up this masquerade.

I sucked my teeth annoyed and grabbed the remote from a near by chair to turn on the Television...

"We are live here in Surfside, California right in front of St.Thomas hospital where rapper Chico Rich's daughter, Lyrika Pickford, is hospitalized along with 7 other victims after being involved in a serious car accident. Investigators say that four people are know dead but no names are yet to be released. The accident occurred approximately at 3:00 A.M near Okland Road after-"

I looked to my side only to find Mary holding the remote and shutting the TV.

"Hey!" I warned, "I was watching that!"

"We need to have a serious talk." Mary snalled walking around to the other side of the bed where she was out of the nurses' sight.

Great! That's all I needed...more pain.

She was wearing a scarlet red suit without an under shirt so that her cleavage was fully visible. Only The Lord knew how many surgerys she had to get to make her breast look firm again. Everything on this lady was fake, starting from her lips to her butt, which is why I didn't understand why she was so conceited. I guess she thought that just because she wore make up, that made her appealing. Like- no,Mary...that just meant you looked good with face painting on...she was very talented at it though, she was perfect for one of those kid parties.

"Now, Lyrika...you know you're my baby and that mommy loves you very much, right?" Mary questioned in a too soft tone.

"How many times do I have to tell this b***h that I'm not her daughter", I thought.

"Yes..." I trailed of getting suspicious.

"Now, I don't know if this is true but..."

She started rearranging herself.

"What?" I said lazily wanting to get this conversation over with.

"I've been told that you were getting a little too close with my husband while I was in England, now I-"

"What?! That's a lie, who told you that?" I interrupted.

"Now, calm down...let me finish 'cause if I hadn't taken my medication this morning, I would be just as mad as you are..." She said with her quick hand gestures letting me know that she was everything but relaxed.

"I'm not going to jump to conclusions but, if you and Richard do have some behind the scenes thing going on, then I'd suggest you back the hell away from my husband. I may act all nice to you, but let me find out you're trying to take my husband away from me and watch what'll happen. I am not afraid to send your little slutty ass back under the bridge where you and your mama came from...Okay?" Mary emphasized.

I had to hold my tongue. Mary was not Richard. I could talk back to Richard, I was banging the man for heaven sake. But, Mary was a whole different story.

"Miss Mary, who's telling you all of these crazy lies?" I faked.

"Oh... I don't think the stories Martha's tells me are lies." Mary argued.

"Martha?" I thought, "I'm going to kill that b***h!"