Stay with Me |Bwwm

Evelyn

After an hour, I stepped into the shower to cleanse myself. My preferred facial scrub was stored in the shower caddy, so I applied a small amount and gently exfoliated my face. Caleb entered the shower and mentioned, "I should return home shortly. My girlfriend is likely worried. I can meet you again tomorrow—would that work for you?" We agreed to go to my place rather than stay at a motel.

I nodded.

"Fine. Let's not think about this okay? We had sex, and that's what it was. Nothing else. I don't want you bringing this up with my girl. Her name is Carol by the way."

"You cheated on your fiancée, Caleb. That's not the way to build a relationship." I took out a shower gel from the caddy. "I thought you slept with my half-sister. That's the reason why I couldn't trust you. You're unpredictable. But it's all good. My sister said you didn't sleep with her."

He rinsed the shampoo from his hair. "Don't compare that to this situation. Let's not talk about this anymore."

"So you're just going to pretend nothing happened between us."

He scanned my body. "You're so beautiful."

"Don't change the topic."

"Let's not talk about it. It's nothing."

"Nothing?"

"It's a miss you present."

I laughed at this asshole. "I will tell her what you did, Caleb." Caleb lifted me and fucked me against the wall of the shower. Oh, he was a fucking cheater.

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I put on a robe after Caleb left. Before departing, he had warned me this was a mistake. It seemed our relationship was over. Later that evening, my father arrived with Chinese takeout. "How's it going, girls?" he greeted us. 

"Caleb came to see his child, Dad," Jane said, glancing at me. "And Evelyn slept with him." I shot her a furious look. Why would she reveal something like that to our father? 

"You did well, sweetheart. I'm happy he came to see the baby. Will he return?" Absolutely. He had handed me a check for $20,00o which was a substantial amount in the meantime. I needed to deposit it at the bank. 

"Yes, Dad," I replied before heading to the bedroom in high spirits. Reconnecting with him had lifted my mood. 

The next morning at 8 a.m., Caleb flooded my phone with messages. It was overwhelming.

Caleb: Are you sleeping?

Caleb: Hey baby

Caleb: I can't stop thinking of you.

Caleb: Why am I still thinking of you? You're crazy.

Caleb: I love you. I love you so much. Fuck!

Caleb: Please text me back.

Caleb: I couldn't stop thinking of you

Caleb: Babe can you please talk? I know you're probably tired.

Caleb: Baby?

Caleb: I'm in the apartment parking lot

My room door opened after a while. A tall masculine figure showed up by the door, staring at me.

"Caleb, what are you looking for?" The irony was that he was engaged. He had no business disturbing me at this hour just to amuse himself. Junior was nestled in my arms, drinking from my breast milk.