***(NEW SNEAK PEEK)*** The music was blasting in the club. I looked around as the song Ghetto Story by Baby Cham filled the air. It was reggae night at my club. There were so many people inside my club. I can’t believe I own this place. Shit, yes, I could. I did the damn the thing, I thought to myself with a smirk on my face. The smell of Jamaican kush had me high as fuck. The club was jumping. I looked toward the stage and saw my boo Khia walking on the stage. I stared at her until she looked back my way. Just looking at her made me horny as hell.

“Damn, twerk it, gal,” I said in my Jamaican accent. It was her night on stage. She was wearing black and green like she was repping Kingston.

I had my favorite DJ in the building playing some of the hottest reggae songs like Everyone Falls in Love by Tanto Metro and Devonte, and so many more. The crowd was hyped up. Everyone was enjoying themselves and having a good time. We all watched Khia do the damn thing. I loved every minute of it. She got off the stage and danced in the crowd, showing them sexy moves. So many guys threw money at her and touched her. I just looked on with a smile. Then she went back on the stage to the pole. She was sliding up and down the pole like she was a pro and had been doing it forever. She definitely made money tonight. The guys and their money couldn’t get enough of her. I was very impressed. I was zoned out staring at my baby until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to my left and let out a deep breath. It was my ex, Tammy.

“Well, hello, Steffon,” Tammy said standing real close to me.

“What’s up,” I said as I looked back at my baby on stage. She was still doing her thing. Tammy was talking but I wasn’t paying her any attention.

“Steffon! I know you hear me,” she yelled causing everyone to look our way, even Khia. Before I could respond, she yelled out, “I’m pregnant!”

I was in total shock. I did many things I’m not proud of, who doesn’t. Did I get her pregnant? I don’t know. I had many female friends that I slept with from time to time. I’m a guy and I love to have a good time. But this time it wasn’t me. Could it really be me? I don’t remember much from the night when me and Tammy were together. We both were wasted. I locked eyes with Khia and she had the look of hurt on her face. She then ran to the back of the club and into one of the dressing rooms in tears. I followed behind her.

Once she got in the dressing room, closed and locked the door. From the other side of the door I could hear that she was crying and throwing shit around. I was so shocked to see my boo hurting. I shook my head to myself. I didn’t know what to do. I hope she will open the door and let me explain things.

I knocked on the door and said, “Khia, baby open the door.”

“Go away, Steffon!” she yelled. I continued to knock on the door begging her to open the door.

“Come on, baby. Let’s talk it out. It’s just a misunderstanding. She’s lying. I swear I didn’t get her pregnant,” I pleaded on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, right. Just like all the other shit I put up with,” she said. “Men are dogs with many secrets. I knew this was too good to be true,” she continued with so much hurt in her voice.

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