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Blair Andrews sat in the back of the dimly-lit night-club, known to all as The GM-Spot. She was a small woman for her age. She was mixed, black and white, with skin the color of butter-toffees, and eyes the color of amethysts in the dark, and the color of the sky in the daylight. And loosely curled hair the color of honey. She was sitting in the VIP section, with her best friends, Chris, Jenna, Shina, Tia, Clover, Lavender, E'li, and Hiba. They were all drinking Cosmopolitan's except Jenna, Tia, and Lavender. They were pregnant.

Blair, was as always the center of attention, in any conversation, just as she had been for the past 20 ½ years. She had grown up, as the princess. Her father was an extremely wealthy business man, and her mother was a society queen. She was a Whitefern, and even though her name had been changed for her husbands' sake, she was still a Whitefern at heart. Beautiful, intelligent, wealthy, and status happy, she was every girl and now womans' dream. She had been the princess of Whitfern Hall, and still used it for her status sake, every once in a while.

" Girl, this is the bomb! Thanks for getting us in for free!" Clover said to Blair gratefully as she looked around the club trying to find a fine man to dance with, or better yet, to go home with.

"I know girl, this is the bomb! Damn Blair, how the hell did you get a man like Money, cause he is the shit?" Shina said before taking a sip of her Cosmopolitan.

Blair, looked away, she didn't want to answer that question, because it hurt too much to think about it. It all happened 2 years ago, she was so happy then. A tear came to her eye, and she blinked rapidly, and looked up at the stairs toward "The Cut Room" where her husband, Money, was walking up. He was going to make sure that every ounce of his powder was accounted for. As he got to the top stair he felt some one staring at him, so he turned around, and sure enough there she was, his beautiful wife staring at him. He gave her his most charming smile. The smile the made all the bitches, virgins, and hoes, melt right out of their panties. Blair, paused to stare at him, before nodding her head and turning her attention back to her friends. Money, shook his head at himself, and entered the cut-room. Money, was every woman's dream. He was black, fine, and strong with a reputation to back it up. Money was the exact opposite of his wealthy wife. He worked hard to maintain his status, and would kill to have it. You se, while Money was being taught the skillful art of hustling and pimpin' hoes from his father, Blair had been almost 200 miles away, being taught how to have the perfect posture, and how to be the perfect wife. They were complete opposites, yet madly in love, leading to the theory that opposites do attract.

Why hadn't Blair smiled back at her fine husband? It wasn't that she didn't love him, oh no, she loved him, a lot! It wasn't that she just didn't feel like smiling back or waving. It was something else. It was something that she had seen earlier that day.

She had been coming in to the club from work, and as she sat at the bar talking to Dutch, Money's right hand man, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach, almost as if she wanted to throw up, and she felt light-headed. So she had excused herself, and made her way to the bathroom. After throwing cold water on her face, and staring at herself in the mirror for 5 minutes, she decided that she was fine, so she walked out. The minute she walked out, she jumped back in fright. There, lying on the ground was a man. He was all bloody, and badly beaten, and his arm was hanging from his body at a weird angle. She looked around and saw that nobody was around, except the door to "The Dungeon" was open. Since, she had been married to Money, she had never been in "The Dungeon" she looked down at the man again. "Oh my god." Was the first words that came out of her mouth. "Are you okay?" the man looked at her. And she didn't know what it was, but there was something in the man's eyes that made her want to scream, and run away, but she couldn't. "Money" the man had said in a raspy voice. "Money?" she asked the man. She was scared shitless, and she didn't know what to do. "Money" the man said but he was cut off by, Money speaking.

"Blair. What the fuck are you doing?" Money asked looking down at her like she had lost her mind.

Blair, stood up quickly, her eyes teary, "Money, this man is hurt, you have to take him to a hospital."

Money looked at her now like he was going to slap her face. "Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say?"

Blair looked at the man lying on the ground again, and gave him a look that said 'Tough Luck' the man began to sob uncontrollably then, and Money kicked him hard in the ribs. Which made Blair scream.

"Shut, the fuck up with that cryin' shit nigga. If you would a had my money you wouldn't be in this situation," he looked up at Blair, his eyes softening with compassion, "Blair go get Pluto." Blair began to sob uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking with her sobs.

"Please," she begged. "Please."

"Aiight, then go on. I'll go get him myself." Money said, as he walked away, Blair going the opposite, into the bathroom, as the contents of her stomach emptied into the toilet.

And now she sat in the VIP section, staring at her wedding ring as she twirled it on her finger.

The minute Money walked into "The Cut Room" he was bombarded with hoes up to his hair-line.

"Hay Money." They all said together, and he smiled separately at each and every one of them. "When, are you going to give us some lovin'?" They all asked.

"Sorry, ladies, but I'm strictly virgins." He said and smiled at them all.

They all laughed and went ahead with their business.

Blair, sat in the middle of all of her friends, as they all talked about Money, like he was a saint or something. 'Hardly!' she wanted to scream. 'Ya'll don't know shit about him, for one he isn't the nicest husband!' She wanted to cry. She was so fed up, with Money. With all of his bullshit, the other women, the coming home late every night, the childless years. Everything was making her mad, she just wanted them all to shut up, and leave her alone. She wanted to be able to go to a club, and when a bartender came by to get her order, she wanted to be able to say she couldn't drink because she was pregnant. Or when she went into a club she wanted to be known as "Blair Andrews", not "Money's Wifey" she wasn't a possession.

'I'm not a god- damned possession!' she thought to herself, as she got up, and made her way to the dance-floor.

"Where is she going?" Hiba, asked Shina.

"I don't know!" Shina said, and took another sip of her Cosmopolitan.

Blair, stood in the middle of the dancefloor, and began to shake her hips, and grind on a guy behind her. She knew she would get in trouble, but at the moment she didn't care. She wanted to prove a point 'That she was not a possession! She could do anything she god- damned pleased. She was a grown ass woman, who had rights. And as far as she was concerned Money wasn't very faithful, besides she was just dancing. It wasn't like she was sticking her tongue down the guys throat.' So, she continued moving her body against the guy behind her, and she could feel his hard-on. But she didn't say anything she just kept right on dancing. She let the music take her away.

"Oh my god!" Jenna said in a shocked voice.

"Oh my god!" Hiba said in the same shocked voice as she looked down at Blair.

"What the hell, does she think she's doing!" Tia said in a scared voice.

"You know, her fuckin' around like this is gonna get us all killed, up in this bitch, man fuck!" Shina said, and slouched in her chair, and pouted.

"Somebody go get that crazy bitch, before Money comes out of the Cut- Room, and we all get killed!" Clover said, pointing up to The Cut Room. But it was too late.

There, in the tinted window of the Cut Room, stood Money glaring down at his wife, who was dancing like a stripper. His main money- maker, a stripper named Juicy, smiled to herself after seeing Blair on the dance floor and walked over to Money.

"So, how's your virgin doin' grindin' her ass on that dude, down there?" Juicy asked sarcastically.

Money, turned to her slowly, as he grunted out a "Fine!" and walked past her towards the door to the Cut Room.

All Blair remembered was she was dancing with the guy, when she felt her arm being pulled, as if the person who was pulling her was trying to rip her arm off. She opened her eyes, and there was Money standing in front of her, and that's when she noticed that the music was off, and everybody was staring at her. Pluto, Money's body-guard was holding her arm, and Pizzazz, the other body- guard, was holding the guy she was dancing with's arm.

"What the fuck is all of this about?" Money asked glaring at Blair, and giving the guy a stare that would have committed bloody murder, but it was just a stare. The guy's hard-on was visible, and Money looked at it, then look at the guy's face again.

"Are you serious! Pizzazz, give me you're gun." Money said in a furious tone.

"Please, man I'm sorry." The guy, was pleading, on the verge of tears.

"Please, what? Yo' bitch ass should have asked before you decided to dry- fuck my muhfuckin' wife, don't cha think?" Money asked as he took the gun from Pizzazz.

He looked at the guy, then smiled a cold smile. "You know what, take this nigga down to The Dungeon. And you," he said turning to his wife, " Go to my office and wait for me to get there." And with that Pluto let go of Blair's arm, as Money turned toward The Dungeon, and he followed. When they left, the music came back on, and every body went back to dancing, as if nothing had happened.

Blair, bit her lower lip, and glanced back at her friends, who were all shaking their heads at her, turned on her heel, and walked towards Money's office.

"What the hell where you thinkin'," Money shouted at Blair, his face was red with anger. "You made me look like a fool!"

"What the hell are you screaming for Robert! Don't you dare raise your voice at me! It was just dancing! Calm down!" Blair screamed back she was on the verge of tears, she was so mad.

"Dancing! Dancing! You call that triflin' shit dancin'! If you want to dance like that, you should have let me know before I married ya ass, so you could have had a pole, and yo' ass could have been makin' me some god-damned money, instead of spendin' it!" Money roared in his strong deep voice.

But that was enough, for Blair. She couldn't take it anymore, she had had enough. She sprinted out of that overstuffed Italian leather chair and across the room, so fast it would make your head spin, and the next thing you know it happened. She slapped him so hard and so fast that he sat there and wondered if it was a dream or not. Now, she was crying, hard, and fumbling to take off her wedding ring.

"You wanna scream and call me a whore go ahead, but I'm the whore who is going to have your child. Here's your ring." Blair sobbed, and she couldn't even throw it at him, she just set it down on the plush carpet, and walked out, walked over to her Mercedes Benz, got in and drove home.

Money, just stood in his office and just stared at the 3-carat diamond ring on his brand-new carpet. He slowly knelt down, picked it up, and put it in his pocket. His mind was going a mile a minute, with what Blair, had just said to him. 'You can call me a whore all you want, but I'm the whore whose going to have your child.' What the hell had she been talking about, having kids. He didn't want no god- damned kids. He wanted to live his life, not be tied down with kids. Did this mean that she was pregnant? She couldn't be pregnant, he made sure to pull out everytime. So then what the fuck is she talking about. Naw! She ain't pregnant, she's talkin' about the future.' He thought to himself and walked out of his office.

Blair, didn't know where she was going, but she knew she was going somewhere. As she slowed her car down to stop at a red-light she punched her steering wheel, with all her strength. "SHIT!" she screamed to nobody in particular, just herself. And that's when she began. She couldn't help it, she started sobbing right there, and she couldn't stop, she just wanted to go home, so she pushed on the gas, did a U-Turn, and headed home.

As, she came through the door to her house, she dropped her stuff, and ran to the phone which was ringing off the hook. Her house was dark and empty.

"Hello!" she said into the phone in a breathless tone.

"Girl, what happened?" her best-friend Paulette asked. "I already talked to Shina, she told me what happened, but I want to hear the story from your point of view. So, spill." Paulette said eagerly.

"Nothin' happened girl, damn. Me, and Robert just had an argument is all." Blair lied.

"Mmmmhmmmm…. That's not what I heard." Paulette said trying to get her to talk more.

"Well, I wasn't feeling all that great, I just was trying to prove something is al, and then the next thing I know I'm getting yanked by my arm, and Money's all screaming at me, just because he claims I made him look like a fool, which I really don't get, because the way I see it, it was just dancing, and he's acting like I screwed the guy!" Blair complained in a whiny be-on-my-side-'cause-I'm-right-voice.

"Yeah, I hear you girl, men are a trip. But you see the problem is, you dancing with another dude, makes it seem like, Money, can't hold his shit together, so you had to find somebody else, and I think that's what his problem was." Paulette said pointedly

"Yeah, but he didn't have to do all that, I mean he made me look like an ass in front of everybody in that fucking club, and I didn't appreciate that!" Blair said defensively.

"Okay, I agree he did act a little extreme, but come on girl, you would have done the same thing right? So, what did he say?"

"Oh my god," Blair said, as she began to sob, "Girl, the look on his face, like he absolutely hated me, and then I slapped him, oh my god girl, it was horrible. And the look on his face when I told him, that I might be pregnant, it was just horrible."

"Damn, girl, I'm sorry. But you know how Money gets and shit, how he gets all cold and shit, and wants to make you feel like you ain't worth shit. So, your thinkin' you're pregnant huh?"

"Yeah."

"Well, why do you think that?" Paulette asked in a scared tone, she knew how Money was but she also knew how he could get when somebody got pregnant, he wasn't the type who was into the whole broads and babies thing.

"I'm late." Blair said miserably.

"Well, have you told anybody yet?"

"No, just you, and I hinted at it to Robert."

"Well, are you going to tell him or am I going to have too?"

"No, I'll talk to him."

"So, back to the whole, dancing with another guy thing, when was the last time you and Money got down?"

"Like, two months ago, why?" Blair asked.

"Well, damn I hate to be the one to tell you this," Paulette said, hating the entire fact that she was about to ruin her best-friend completely, but she had to do it.

"What?" Blair asked in a curious tone.

"You know about Tasia right?" Paulette said.

"No. Whose that?"

"Girl, Money's already got kids." Paulette said.

After hearing this, Blair's heart stopped.

"W-What?" she asked.

"I'm sorry B." Paulette said, and sighed.

"Can I call you back." Blair said in a confused tone, she was furious. She didn't know what to do, she just hung up the phone, and walked to her room, like a zombie.

'No, no, no, no. this can't be happening to me!' she screamed to herself. She walked into the bathroom, and stared at herself in the mirror. She wanted to scream to cry to seriously hurt somebody. But all she could do was pray, and run her bath-water, as she let her hair down, and got in her warm bath.