Eric was the first person I saw when I returned to my apartment four days after Pandora had her baby. It was surprising how he had gotten access as I had full security measures put in place for the security of my home.
“What the f**k are you doing here, Eric?” I spat out as soon as I gathered myself together.
“Who is responsible for your pregnancy? I have been to your apartment more times than I care to remember, why are you never home?” He asked me, his voice having the guts to sound upset.
“Since when do I report my daily activities to you, Eric? That was also not an answer to my question. What the hell are you doing in my apartment before I call the security men on you”? I threatened.
“I just came to check on you. I missed you, Kiara. I am willing to overlook this bastard that you
