Book 1 [ The Untitled Series ] by Brea Isome (best books to read all time txt) 📕

I woke up to not only the sound of the doorbell, but to the sound of Drayal crying.

I groaned as I looked over at the clock. It was four in the morning, but it was never too late or too early for business to come to Dryan's door.
As soon as I moved, Dryan was up and we were both grabbing something to put on.

Seeing as how Dryan's was pretty much my second home, my clothes dominated most of his closet and dresser.

He grabbed basketball shorts and I grabbed  a shirt and shorts,  and without speaking, we went our seperate ways.

He went to answer the door while I went to care for Drayal.

Drayal had a wet diaper, and all she wanted was some attention. So I changed her diaper and rocked her back and forth for a couple minutes before she was right back to sleep.
I put her back in her crib and went back to Dryan's room when I noticed that it was still empty. That's when I headed downstairs and followed the voices- both Dryan's and the voice of a woman- out into the front yard.

The woman being his ex wife. As far as i know Dryan met Whitney when they were in highschool, they got married their a senior year when she got pregnant, and five years later they got divorced when they were both twenty three and their daughter - Mya - stayed with Whitney. I didn't meet Dryan until I was almost nineteen, three years later, and when I met him even though they were divorced and not together he and Whitney were still having sex.

In the beginning, once Dryan cut out the sex with her, she became furious. Her attacks on me started as just verbal insults- whuch i could handle- up until she found out that i was pregnant. That's when her physical attacks started.

I had more trouble with Whitney than I'd like to remember, including me dragging her ass across a parking lot once, and her kicking me repeatedly in my stomach when I was pregnant- eight months pregnant.

Those were just two instances in the last year and a half I'd know her where our encounters had turned physical, but there were atleast a dozen more.

There wasn't a bone in my body that enjoyed fighting with Whitney, but I had to protect myself. And when she looked over and noticed I was standing in the doorway, she smirked at me, and I couldn't imagine not whooping her ass at the moment.

I lunged at her, fortunately for her, Dryan spotted me and wrapped me up tightly in his arms before I could reach her.

" let me go, Dryan, please, please-" I begged desperately as I watched Whitney around his shoulder. " just let me the fuck go so I can stomp her fucking face in."

She winked at me before blowing me a kiss. " hey, girl ."

" Shut up." Dryan ordered and we both closed our mouths, I know because I was just about to tell her how much of a dirty bitch she was. He turned around so that he was facing Whitney and my back was toward her. All the while, I never stopped struggling to get free. " take yo ass home, Whitney. Who the fuck is watching my daughter ?"

" listen, I came to talk to you about some private things, but had I known that you had this young ass, trashy -"

" I'm young and I will still whoop yo ass, bitch ! And you want to talk about trashy ? Trashy is the shit that you doing.  What grown ass woman shows up at a nigga house at 4 in the morning when it's not about their fucking child, hoe? You want him, you want to fuck him, and he don't want your ass. Bitch, he don't want you or your pussy - nothing!"

"You don't know what the fuck you talking about, I'll take Dryan anytime i fucking want to-"

" why the fuck ya'll still talking!"
Dryan tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed practically nothing. " Whitney take yo ass home! I'll call you tomorrow."

" Dryan-"

" go."

I couldn't see her but I heard Whitney sigh and her foot steps retreat. " okay, I'll go home, but when I see your bitch I'm going to-"

" bitch do what! I dare you, hoe. I been waiting to whoop yo tired ass."

" you gone see bitch."

" sure the fuck will ! I'm gone knock them pretty teeth out yo mouth- again." I screamed.

I heard her car door close, the car start up, and it pull off.

And Dryan carried me back inside and placed me on my feet. I was livid, so much so that I was shaking as I paced back and forth in the living room.

" Babe- Symonee-" Dryan went to grab my arm but I snatched away from him before he got a good grip.

" don't touch me ! Don't fucking touch me."

" so we really about to argue over some bullshit, huh?"

" no, we not about to argue about shit. I'm about to go get my daughter and we're leaving, and that's it."

" what?" He chuckled, humorlessly. " for what?"

" oh, you seem to have forgotten that this bitch was kicking me in my stomach when I was eight months pregnant! I'm not having my daughter here when that bitch can pop up whenever she want to. Didn't you buy that bitch a house? What the fuck is she doing over here?"

" you act like I'm gone let something happen to Drayal-"

" I dont fucking know what you gone do !" I screamed. " you've known that bitch for fifteen years, you have an almost teenaged child with her. If it comes down to it, you're going to pick her over our family."

Dryan was quiet for a moment. " Is that what this is really about? You think I'm gone leave you for her?"

" what- no- I'm leaving ." I turned to walk toward the steps and Dryan's arms wrapped tightly around me for the second time in five minutes. " Dryan-"

" no, listen to me." He kissed the side of my head softly. " I love you, and I'm not leaving you or our child, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you two either, not again. That fucking day, when I got that call from your bestfriend was the scariest day of my fucking life, and I'm sorry that it ever happened."

" Dryan-"

" didn't I tell you to listen? So shut up and listen. I love yo ass I'm going to protect you."

" I dont need you to protect me, I can protect myself." I retorted.

" fighting Whitney is over now, that shit is done. From here on out, you two are going to be cordial to eachother and thats it. And I'm gone talk to Whitney about this shit too. This fighting has to stop. It's been three years and I'm not turning a blind eye to that bullshit anymore. You're my women, so act like it." He spun me around and kissed my lips this time. And I couldn't help but to cling to him. " now bring yo crybaby ass back to bed."

" I got it, babe." Dryan kissed my cheek softly and pulled the cover back up over me. " go back to sleep."

I wanted to thank him. I was so nauseous i couldnt be bothered with Drayal- not that I told Dryan that, for fear that he would be worried.

Besides, Drayal only woke up crying when we were at his house. She liked his attention, meaning that she would eventually be spoiled rotten.

It was monday morning, Drayal and I had spent the entire weekend over Dryan's house and it had been the most relaxing weekend I'd had since the baby was born. Most of the time I'd spent with Dryan since id known him consisted of me sneaking him in the house, late at night or when my father was out of town. We couldn't go out together in the light of the day, or at night. Somebody would see us and notify my father. And my father, being as powerful and formidable as he is wouldn't hesitate to punish Dryan, despite his love for him.

Dryan was was my father's protégé. My father was the most powerful man in the city. He had a hand in everything from drugs to weapons to fucking real estate - not that he wanted me to know that though.  He'd taken Dryan under his wing when Dryan was only ten- and my father twenty-one- and they been inseparable since.

But I didn't meet Dryan until I was almost nineteen, that's when I moved into town. I had been living with my mother across the country since birth, seeing my father once every month - twice during May when my birthday came around. But shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my mother decided to remarry. My father hated her new husband- as did i- so he asked me to come live with him. I didn't have real plans for my life, not yet. I wanted to postpone college a year or two, so going to live with my father sounded like a good idea, besides, I wanted to know the man behind the myth.

As soon as I saw Dryan my first day in town, I was in love. He barely looked twice at me, and when I came on to him, he told me I was too young, and that he had an obligation to my father. I seduced him anyway, and we fell in love.

The only reason I was able to spend the weekend with him was because my father was on one of his business trips. After this, it would be back to sneaking around for another few weeks until my father went away again.

My father was set to touch down at noon, meaning I had to be home in another two hours, but I wanted to drag the two hours out as long as possible.

" Gimme a kiss before you go." I requested. Dryan rounded the bed to my side and leaned over me.

He rested his forehead on mine and our lips brushed together. " I dont want to kiss you, cause if I kiss you I'm going to want to fuck you."

We'd fucked twice a day on both Saturday and Sunday - once when Drayal was down for her nap, and again at bed time. We hadn't left the house, thankfully my father allowed Dryan time off when he was away. It was like these times were meant specifically for us to enjoy each others bodies. And man, did we enjoy them. I couldn't get my fill of