Mazy
My head was killing me. I downplayed how I really felt because I didn’t want to worry Stacy or Darius. I’ve caused enough trouble in our relationship, I don’t want to be a bother anymore.
How did I let someone get the drop on me twice? Granted the first time, I had no idea someone snuck up behind me, but shouldn’t I have felt something? A disturbance in the air? A smell, anything? I knew how to take care of myself. I was fit. My dad and my bodyguards when I was younger taught me how to throw a punch. I was afraid of Stacy getting hurt. I knew that had a lot to do with my distraction. But no, I was the one that got hurt and Stacy almost lost her baby because of me.
I should just leave and let Darius and Stacy live a happily ever life. I watched as Darius laid behind Stac
