[Prospering || Book 3]

»"i just want you to listen now..."

Miami, FL;

"Wha— Um, I-I uh, how do you know this?" Bryson asked leaning against the wall. DJ furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that Bryson's entire body language had changed.

"Just answer the question, Bryson."

"Uh, I can't." Bryson sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

Paris scuffed, "You can't? What do you mean you can't? Bryson, I don't— I don't understand.."

"I know and if I told you, you wouldn't even believe me. I'll explain it later, alright?" He said.

"No, it's not alright. Explain to me who this woman is. Is my daughter named after her?" She asked.

The went silent as Bryson simply dropped his head. He didn't know how to explain it over the phone. But by not explaining it, Paris' imagination was left to wonder.

"You're disgusting." She barked before hanging up.

"Shit!" He growled, slamming his phone down onto the counter.

"What? Young Tiller been getting it on without help from the kid?" DJ asked, pretending to be touched.

"Shut the fuck up, Demarcus." Bryson warned. He picked his phone and tried to call Paris back.

When she didn't answer, he spoke into her voicemail, "Baby, listen. I know how it seems but I promise it's not like that. Just let me explain..."

It was about 10 pm in Miami and although they had plans to make an appearance at a beach party, Bryson was no longer in the mood.

Reign appeared at the door, "Hey, you guys ready to go to South beach?"

"Nah, y'all go. Ima just chill out on the bus." He mumbled, his thumbs typing away on his phone.

"Bryson, nobody wants to see us." DJ sucked his teeth, "Come on, man. Let wifey be mad, there's nothing you can do from across the country."

"What's wrong?" Reign asked.

"It's not your business." Bryson replied coldly, still texting away on his phone.

"Well, I was just... Being considerate. Cause that's the nice thing to do." She said, clearly offended.

"I don't need you to be." He shrugged.

"I'm jus—"

"Are y'all leaving or not?" Bryson asked, looking up from his phone at the two of them.

"No. DJ can you give us a minute?" She asked, standing at the door to close it once he left.

"Whatever, just clean up afterwards."

He left out of the dressing and Reign closed the door.

"What the hell is your problem? Every since that night at the hotel, you've been nothing but rude and disrespectful towards me. I'm sorry you cheated on your wife, Bryson. But you liked it and that's not my fault."

"I didn't like shit. You knew I was married and you still came into my room." He fussed.

"You didn't stop me, Bryson. Ok, maybe at first it was all me, but you laid me on the bed and it was like you'd been thinking about it forever." She came back, crossing her arms.

"You think I want you?"

"I know you do. You'll never admit it because men like you want people think you're loyal and would never hurt the one you love but I see right through you, Bryson. You're bored with her and you know she's bored with you, too."

"That's definitely not true." Bryson said shaking his head, "You don't know what you're talking about."

"What? You think you're the only one she's been with? DJ told me y'all have been together since high school, the same thing can get dull after a while and what better time for the mouse to play than when the kitten is away." She smirked before opening the door to leave, "You really should come with us to the party."

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"Paris, where are we going?" Sierra asked from the passenger seat. The girls talked loudly in the back about their favorite episode of Micky Mouse.

The car started to rock as the went through a gate and onto gravel. Sierra squinted and sat up in her seat.

"Paris, what the he—"

"Stay here with the girls." She said, taking a piece of paper and a key out of the console.

She got out and started to walked, reading as she walked. Sierra, confused, watched closely from the car.

"1625, 1627, 1629, and 1931..." She paused in front of a large storage garbage and carefully used the key she'd found in Bryson's drawer to open it.

After a moment of shrugging, she finally got it unlocked and pulled the heavy door up, fanning the risen dust away.

"Paris, can you tell me what going on here?" Sierra trudged through the gravel with Daphne on her hip, while she held Harley's hand, "Who's stuff is this?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out."

She stepped into the garage, coughing and fanning dust from her face. She tried looked at the stuff which all seemed like normal house things; a tv, sofas, paintings.

Sierra also started to look through the things, seeing that Paris was extremely upset, although she didn't say anything.

She pulled a big framed from behind a shelf that revealed a large picture of a beautiful woman.

Sierra read the bottom, "Daphne Oliver, 'O7." She raised an eyebrow, "Is this like a family friend or something?"

"My name!" Daphne cheered.

Paris looked down at her daughter and tears began to form in her eyes. Sierra sat the picture down and gave Paris a hug.

"I don't know what's going on, but I'm here for you." She said softly.

Paris nodded and wiped her face, "Can you watch the girls for a little while?"

"Sure."

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