“I’m a bitch; I’m a lover. I’m a child; I’m a mother. I’m a sinner; I’m a saint. I don’t feel ashamed. I’m your hell; I’m your dream. I’m nothing in between. You know you wouldn’t want it any other way. So, take me as I am. This may mean you’ll have to be a stronger man.”-Meredith Brooks (Bitch)
November 2026
Matthew paced back and forth across the floor of Dr. Dever’s office. He was angry and frustrated. It felt like the therapy sessions weren’t working. He was no closer to connecting with his old feelings and emotions than the first day.
“Matthew, have a seat, please,” Giovanni instructed as he peered at him.
“I can’t sit down. I’m frustrated as fuck right now. It’s been a month, and I still can’t feel any love for Noah. You said you would help me. Where is the help?” Matthew shouted each word as he paced the floor. Every so often, he would turn and point at Dr. Giovanni Dever.
“Have you ever stopped and asked yourself why you want to feel the love? Is it because you want to love him or because everyone says you and Noah are soulmates? Is a love so great supposed to come with so much hurt? Shouldn’t it be easy? Better yet, wouldn’t it be easier to have the memories but not all the hurt that comes with them?”
The questions stopped Matthew in his tracks. Despite his memories of his old life, he really had no real reason for wanting the emotions that followed those memories back. Did he want the feelings because of the way Noah and others had described their love? Did he want them because he really wanted Noah? There were so many questions but not nearly as many answers.
As Matthew flopped down in the seat, he said, “I don’t know.” He felt defeated.
“One of the things I try to do is help people find the connection. Connection is what helps bridge the memories with the emotions. Maybe discussing the person you do have emotional feelings about will help us unlock your emotions for Noah,” Giovanni said with an inviting smile.
Matthew asked, “Ishmael?”
Giovanni replied, “Precisely.”
For a moment, the office was quiet. Matthew thought back on the life he had built as Gregory Black with Ishmael. It was such a beautiful life, and the love they shared with one another had been easy. There had been no big fights, hurtful break-ups, or affairs. No, the affairs came the moment Noah entered his life. Without Noah, he had been living the simple American dream with Ishmael.
Matthew exhaled, “What would you like to know?”
“Walk me through it. How did you guys meet? How was it to be Greg and Ishmael?” Giovanni pressed Matthew for the raw version of his life with Ishmael.
March 2016
Ishmael had been working part-time in the hospital for the last few months. The rent in Boston was constantly rising, causing singles who make less than 100k a year to take on a second job. Ishmael had scored the job in housekeeping by accident, and it had become therapy for him.
He had been assigned to the coma ward. Ishmael was in the process of mopping the floors. He had headphones in his ears. A mini-concert was playing in his head, and he was the star of it. Just as he was really starting to get in the groove of things, a hand grabbed his wrist.
“Holy shit,” he jumped, scared. He nearly knocked over the monitor and the mop bucket in the process.
He quickly snatched his headphones out. His eyes landed on those of Matthew, aka Greg. Though he didn’t know him, he quickly felt a spark. Matthew’s eyes were full of sadness and hope. He had been lying there in the bed, awake for hours. The nurse was slacking on her job.
“Help me,” he barely uttered.
His strength was gone, and his muscles were weak, but he felt something for the tall, dark, and mysterious man before him. Something about Ishmael gave him hope and calmed his anxious fears about the unknown world around him.
“Let me call for help,” Ishmael said as he tried to walk away.
Matthew tightened his grip, “Don’t leave me. Please.” His words pierced Ishmael’s heart and soul.
“Okay,” he said as he took a seat on the bed next to him. “I’ll stay all night if I have to.”
There was something so serene about Matthew. Ishmael couldn’t explain it. He’d spent his life having bad luck with love and life decisions. Something about deciding to sit with Matthew felt more right than anything he had ever done before.
That night, Ishmael sat by Matthew’s side. He was there for him as Matthew came to the realization that he had no memory of who he was. Something that should have caused his great distress seemed all the easier to process with Ishmael by his side.
April 2016
Matthew was sitting in bed watching Days of Our Lives. He was miserable and unmotivated to do anything. He wanted to die and just end the constant suffering of not knowing his life prior to waking up. Ishmael walked into the room, and his spirits brightened as they always did around him. Matthew’s eyes lit up with a spark of hope and joy.
“Hey,” Ishmael said as he took a seat.
Matthew smiled, “Hey.”
“The doctors are saying you are refusing to walk and engage with people. You have to start by building the muscles in your legs.”
“Why? No one came for me. I was in a coma for three months. No one cared. I woke up alone in that bed, unable to move, and I was scared. No one loves me out there,” Matthew said as tears rolled down his face.
Ishmael wiped away Matthew’s tears. His heart ached for him. If he could have taken away his pain, he would have. He wanted Matthew to know that he was no longer alone.
Ishmael tenderly said, “You’re not alone anymore. There’s a new world waiting for you to experience it. If only you’d let yourself be part of it. People are waiting to meet you; they just don’t know it yet.”
“Thank you for being my friend,” Matthew said as he stared into Ishmael’s eyes.
“I really wanna sing the Golden Girls theme song now,” he laughed.
“Thank you for being a friend,” they both sang.
Shocked, Ishmael said, “Hey, you knew that. See, you do know some things.”
Matthew instantly became quiet. The realization that he did know something was both shocking and sad. He remembered a theme song, but not his life. Why couldn’t he remember his life? Ishmael felt the change in him, and he quickly diverted the conversation to another topic.
“So, I was thinking calling you John Doe is not a cute name for you. We need to find something that fits.”
“Nothing feels right in this world. I’m as confused as Father Eric Brady,” he said as he glanced at the TV where Father Eric Brady was sharing a scene with Nicole Walker.
“Greg Vaughn is hot as Eric Brady,” Ishmael said with a smile.
“I have a daddy thing going for John Black,” Matthew laughed.
“You know we could put the two zaddies together and call you Greg Black.” Ishmael let the name roll right off his tongue. It sounded almost forbidden to Matthew’s ears.
“Are you serious,” Matthew asked.
“Yeah. I think it fits. Gregory Black. The first of many steps is complete.”
Matthew smiled, “Hey, I’m Gregory Black.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Greg. I’m Ishmael Rashid,” he said with an extended hand.
The two shook hands as they smiled at one another. It was obvious for anyone to see that they were smitten with one another.
October 2016
Ishmael and his friends were excited about the Bruins game. They were more excited to finally Greg. Ishmael talked about Greg's nonstop. He had quickly become his best friend. The group of five stood outside of TD Arena in Boston, waiting for Matthew to finally show up.
“So, when is the boy toy showing up,” his friend Peter asked.
Ishmael laughed, “He’s my friend not a boy toy. We are just friends, Peter. Nothing more.”
Just then, Ishmael spotted Matthew and waved at him. Matthew’s beauty and masculine build were not lost on the group. Each of the guys admired him, and they all secretly lusted after him.
Another one said, “He is fine. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”
“Nah, he’s all mine,” Peter said with a nasty smile.
The others laughed. Matthew walked over, and Ishmael introduced them all to one another. During the game, Peter went out of his way to flirt with Matthew. He constantly touched him and complimented his build and voice. He was thirsty and dying to have a sip of Matthew/Greg.
“So, Greg,” Peter said as he ran his hand along Matthew’s thigh, “Ishmael tells me you were in a coma and you have amnesia.”
“That’s true,” Matthew nervously chuckled. He didn’t particularly care to discuss his memory loss.
“So, have you had your V-card punched yet for the second time,” he asked.
“My V-card?” Matthew asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You get to lose your virginity for the second time. I’d love to help you get rid of it,” he said as his hand made contact with Matthew’s cock.
“Wow,” Matthew jumped up quickly.
Everyone was staring at him. He looked around nervously. There was no reason for him to be up cheering.
“Sorry. I'm just excited to be here. LET’S GO BRUINS!” He shouted the last part, and the crowd started to chant the phrase over and over again.
That night, everyone went out for drinks. Peter kept making advances toward Matthew. Ishmael noticed the flirting between them, but he never said anything. Despite his feelings for Matthew, he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. He was also nervous that Matthew didn’t feel the same way.
At some point, Matthew found Ishmael at the bar. He looked lonely almost. Matthew went and sat next to him. His favorite moments were almost when they were alone in their own world together.
“Hey, you,” Matthew spoke.
“Hey. I see you and Peter are getting along well,” he said with a smirk.
“He is putting it on strong. Does that bother you?”
“Oh, God, no. Peter is a great guy. You should explore it. Actually, we should drink to it,” Ishmael said as he held up a beer.
That night, Matthew went back to Peter’s home and lost his V-card. For the next two months, he and Peter had a casual fling. It came to an end when Peter took a job in Europe.
November 2017
Thanksgiving dinner at Ishmael’s home had turned out fantastic. The last of the guests had finally left. Matthew had offered to stay behind and help Ishmael clean up. Ishmael’s boyfriend, David, had also decided to stay behind. Matthew and David were not particularly fans of each other. David could sense the attraction between Ishmael and Matthew. In fact, he and Ishmael had even role-played in the privacy of their bedroom about Matthew.
Matthew was loading the dishwasher when David came and stood next to him. There was silence for several minutes. Matthew waited for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed stud to say what he wanted, but he never did.
“Is there something wrong,” Matthew asked.
“I plan on marrying him. He wants to marry me. I can’t ask him until he gets it out of his system,” he said.
Matthew turned and faced him, “Am I supposed to know what you’re talking about?”
“You, Greg. I’m talking about you. There’s a sexual attraction between the two of you. Everyone sees it. You two act like it’s not there.”
“It’s not.”
“Don’t patronize me, Gregory. You’d fuck him in a heartbeat, and he’d let you. Be a man and admit it.”
Matthew growled, “Be a man? Fuck you, David.”
“Fuck me? Climb off your high horse and just fuck him already. Right here. Right now. This is your chance with me here. Do it!”
Matthew felt anger flare up in his bones. He didn’t appreciate the way David was speaking to him. He wasn’t wrong, though. Matthew had thought about fucking Ishmael for as long as he could remember.
“Be careful what you ask for. I just might do it,” Matthew snapped.
“Do it. Unless you’re a bitch,” he mocked.
Matthew stormed out of the kitchen. He walked into the dining room, where Ishmael was clearing the table. He walked right up to him. Ishmael put down the dishes. He thought something was wrong. Matthew pulled him into a kiss before he could say anything.
Ishmael struggled to resist, but Matthew wouldn’t stop kissing him. Ishmael parted his lips slightly, and Matthew’s thick and heavy tongue slid into his mouth. Their hands explored each other’s bodies. They were finally exploring each other in the ways they had both secretly lusted for.
As they were kissing, David came and stood behind Ishmael. He ran his hands down Ishmael’s backside. Before anyone could make sense of what was happening, they were in the bedroom. Ishmael went back and forth between the kissing the two of them. His kisses with Matthew felt more affectionate.
They stripped Ishmael out of his clothing. His naked body was in the middle of them. His front was toward David, and Matthew was pressed against his backside. There was a sense of excitement in the air. Matthew’s hands played with Ishmael’s sweet globes. They felt firm in his hands. He made each cheek bounce.
“Baby, show Gregory what you’ve been secretly wanting to do,” David instructed him.
Ishmael got down on his knees between the two of them. Their pants and underwear were down to their knees. Ishmael’s mouth watered at the sight of Matthew’s magnificent cock. David found himself impressed with it as well.
“Wow,” David said. “Impressive cock Gregory.”
Ishmael took the cock into his mouth. Matthew gasped, and his mouth opened. David took the opportunity to kiss him. Matthew kissed him back as Ishmael blew his cock. Matthew felt extra special. Ishmael moved over and took David’s lengthy cock into his mouth.
David reached out and stroked Matthew’s heavy wet cock. Ishmael wanted to make sure David felt special, so he sucked his cock longer and made sure he played with his balls. Every few minutes, he would go back to Matthew’s cock.
Ishmael couldn’t get over how big and tasty Matthew’s cock was. He was thicker than David. David was longer by an inch or two. They both were feeding his ego. Two big dick beautiful men were letting him service them, and they were having their way with him.
“I want to taste your ass,” Matthew groaned.
David hopped onto the bed on his knees. Ishmael followed by getting on his knees in front of him. He took David’s cock back down his throat. Matthew got behind him and spread his cheeks. His dark brown rosebud winked at him.
Matthew buried his face in Ishmael’s ass. The second his tongue swiped across his puckered hole, Ishmael began to moan. David pushed his cock deeper down his throat. Matthew slapped his cheeks and watched them bounce, and then he pushed his tongue inside of his anus.
“Eat his ass good, Gregory,” David moaned.
Matthew’s tongue ran circles around the ring of his ass. David placed his hand on the back of Ishmael’s neck. He guided his head up and down his pole. Ishmael felt nothing but pleasure as his hole and mouth did what they were created to do.
“You want some dick,” Matthew asked.
“Yes. Fuck me, please,” he said as he came off David’s dick.
Ishmael rolled onto his back. His eyes met Matthew’s. The look they shared was brief but tender. Their moment had finally come. It had taken over a year, but it came. Matthew placed the head of his cock on Ishmael’s hole. He rubbed it around the ring.
The head of the dick felt warm and hard to Ishmael. His heart raced as his blood pumped faster with anticipation. Matthew pushed, and his cock breached Ishmael. They let out a loud moan. The warmth in Ishmael’s ass was just what Matthew had hoped it would be.
Ishmael accepted Matthew’s raw cock with great ease and joy. Matthew wasted no time sliding his cock in and out of Ishmael’s ass. He watched the tight ring wrap around his cock as it glided in and out at a moderate pace.
As he began to increase his speed, David stood over them. He forced his dick into Matthew’s mouth. Those red lips of, Matthew felt amazing and looked pretty wrapped around David’s member.
“Yeah, suck my fuckin’ cock as you fuck my boyfriend,” he commanded.
Matthew sucked David’s cock. His head moved back and forth at the same pace as his cock moving in and out of Ishmael. David fucked Matthew’s mouth harder, which caused Matthew to fuck Ishmael faster. Ishmael lay there moaning and stroking his thick cock the entire time.
Matthew worked his lips. He swallowed more of David’s cock. He took him all the way down his throat and then sucked his fat balls. His cock slammed into Ishmael’s tight ass. His balls pounded him harder and harder. Each slap made Ishmael’s ass cheeks clap.
“Fuck me harder, Greg,” he moaned.
“You like my dick, Ish,” Matthew asked.
“It’s so fucking good,” he cried.
David smiled, “It’s my turn. Ride my cock, baby.”
Ishmael began to bounce up and down on David’s cock. Matthew watched in awe as his friend rode David. He watched Ishmael’s ass cheeks bounce. They looked like ripples in a river. Matthew ran his hand across Ishmael’s ass and then over David’s balls and shaft. David pulled Ishmael in for a hot kiss.
Ishmael bounced harder on the long cock. As he rode it, Matthew kissed David’s balls. Ishmael’s hole started to become moist. David began to slam his hips up into him. He fucked him harder and faster, reminding Ishmael that he was in control.
“Pound me, baby,” Ishmael moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
David pounded him. His balls slapped Ishmael’s cheeks repeatedly. His dick slid deep into his guts. He made him moan and groan. His cock tapped his walls. Ishmael felt full and stimulated. His dick leaked precum all over David’s stomach. He was getting wetter by the minute. Matthew lay next to them on the bed. As he watched them fuck he stroked his fat cock.
“Go ride your friend. Reverse cowgirl him,” said David as he slapped Ishmael’s ass cheeks.
Ishmael hopped off and eased down on Matthew’s throbbing cock. Matthew watched Ishmael’s ass bounce on his cock as he rode him. Ishmael’s cock and balls bounced as he moved up and down. Then Matthew took over and began to fuck up into him. His cock pounded Ishmael’ open hole.
“Put him on his side,” David said, sounding like a horny teenage boy.
Matthew rolled him to the side, and he kept fucking Ishmael. David got behind Matthew and ran his hard cock along Matthew’s taint. Matthew’s body tensed up. David pulled his cheeks apart and placed his cock right up against Matthew’s tight pretty hole. The muscles in Matthew’s ass relaxed. It was like his ass wanted to be fucked regardless of his mental battle with it.
“You fuck my boyfriend. I fuck you. It’s only fair,” David said as he pushed his cock against Matthew’s tight little pinkish rosebud.
David pushed his cock inside of Matthew. Everyone suddenly let out a loud groan. David was shocked at how easily his cock slid in. It was clear that Matthew had bottomed at some point in his life. The muscles in his ass knew just what to do. They gripped David’s cock and didn’t let go.
“Oh, fuck,” Matthew moaned. He was in shock, but it also felt good.
“That feels fucking good? A hole on your fat cock and a fat cock in your hole,” David moaned in Matthew’s ear.
David moved his cock in and out of Matthew’s tight hole. His anus squeezed him with the proper pressure. Matthew battered Ishmael’s hole. He fucked him harder and faster. Each thrust caused him to fuck himself on David’s cock. The feeling was so intense. He was in pure bliss, having his hole pounded and pounding a hole.
“Oh God. I’m bout to cum,” Matthew screamed.
“Yeah, I’m bout to breed your tight pussy, Gregory,” David moaned.
“Fuck,” Matthew moaned. He unloaded his cum inside of Ishmael.
David fucked him from behind with a harder urgency. Matthew didn’t want David to breed him. Just as David was about to cum, Matthew used the walls of his anus to expel David’s cock. David let out a groan, and he covered Matthew’s ass cheeks with his cum. Matthew quickly bent over and took Ishmael’s cock into his mouth. It took one blow, and Ishmael coated the inside of Matthew’s mouth with his cum.
July 2018
The months that followed after the threesome with David and Ishmael were hard. Matthew had tried to put it out of his mind but couldn’t. He thought about Ishmael all the time. He tried to distance himself, but all roads kept leading him back to Ish.
It was the Fourth of July holiday, and the group had rented a beach house in Martha’s Vineyard. All day, Matthew had been trying to play the role of a good best friend. He found himself stealing glances at Ishmael and David. He chastised himself for lusting after his friend.
At some point in the evening, Matthew found himself in his room staring up at the ceiling. The party was still going strong. “Bitch” by Meredith Brooks was playing outside. Matthew found the lyrics funny because, in the moment, he felt like a bitch. He was thinking of his best friend, who also had a boyfriend. Why did they have to do that threesome?
There was a knock at the door. Before he could say anything, the door opened, and Ishmael stepped inside.
“Hey. Just wanted to check on you. Are you okay,” he asked with such care and love.
Matthew exhaled, “Yeah. Just needed some space from everyone.”
Ishmael looked hurt by the comment. The last thing Matthew wanted was to hurt him.
“Oh. Well, I’ll leave you alone,” he said as he turned around.
Matthew knew he should have left him alone. He should have let him leave the room, but he couldn’t. Who was he kidding? He was in love with him, and he wanted him.
“Fuck it,” Matthew said as he hopped off the bed.
He grabbed Ishmael and brought him into a kiss full of passion. Ishmael didn’t fight him. They kissed like two people finally reuniting in a classic rom-com.
“I’m in love with you, Ish. I love you so much,” Matthew said as he rested his forehead on Ishmael’s.
“I’ve waited two years for you to say that. I love you too, Gregory Black,” Ishmael said as he smiled.
Just as they kissed once more, the sky lit up with fireworks. The fireworks display grew more intense, and so did their kisses.
April 2019
The doors of the Park Street church swung open, and the bell at the top began to toll. The crowd of guests threw rice in the air, and Matthew and Ishmael ran out of the church. They stood outside and shared a kiss in front of all of their guests. They were happy and in love.
The best days of their lives were ahead of them, and they couldn’t wait to live it loving each other. Through it all, Ishmael had been a constant pillar. They appeared to be perfectly made for one another to everyone around them.
Ishmael walked out of the bathroom naked. His body felt relaxed and clean from the shower. It had been a long day. He looked at the ring on his finger and smiled. He couldn’t believe it. He had married the man of his dreams. He had fallen in love with Greg/Matthew the moment he laid eyes on him the night he woke up from his coma.
Matthew walked up behind and wrapped his arms around his waist. He was naked as well and fully erect. He couldn’t get enough of Ishmael, and he loved him beyond words. In his mind, Ishmael was all he ever needed.
“How does it feel to be Mr. Gregory Black,” he asked as he kissed the back of his neck.
“Amazing,” Ishmael beamed with joy.
“I have something else that feels amazing,” he said as he slid his cock inside of Ishmael with one push.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Ishmael moaned.
Matthew began to slide his cock in and out of Ishmael. He wrapped his arms around his waist and began to pound him. This was how his life was meant to be, he thought. He lost his memory and his old life so that he could have the life God had always intended for him to have.
November 2026
The rain was pouring hard outside. Ishmael lay in his bed, tossing and turning. Every night, he struggled to sleep. He had been replaying many of the past events in his head. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard “Bitch” by Meredith Brooks playing outside. It sounded like it was right outside his home.
He made his way down the stairs. He opened the front door, and there was Matthew holding a damn boombox over his head in the rain playing the song. Ishmael smiled because he knew the significance of the song. It was the song that played when they first said I love you and the boombox scene was from Ishmael’s favorite rom-com, “Say Anything.”
Matthew turned the music off. He was soaking wet. He didn’t care, though. He figured it out during his therapy session. His life with Ishmael was worth fighting for.
“I remember my life. My name is Matthew Colby. I’m from Birmingham, AL, and I’m a trust fund baby. I had a life before you, but I have no emotional ties to it. My emotions are in the life I built with you. I used to say that God wiped my memories and took me away from that life so that I could have the life he wanted for me. I got so caught up in remembering that I forgot our memories. I’m sorry. I love you, Ish. I don’t want Noah. I want us!”
Ishmael’s heart swelled. A huge part of him knew he should have told Matthew to leave. So many things had changed and transpired. They could never honestly go back to being who they were. Or could they? Another part of him wanted Matthew back. If only for the right to say Noah had finally lost Matthew to someone else. Against his better judgment and in line with his heart, he accepted Matthew back. He ran out of the house into the pouring rain, and they kissed.
Noah had finally returned to the States with Lola. He unlocked the front door, and they stepped into the foyer of his home. There, he found MJ making out with, of all people, a guy!
“MJ,” Noah yelled.
The two young men broke their kiss. MJ was shocked to see his dad back home much earlier than expected. He didn’t want anyone to know about his interactions with people of the same sex.
“Dad, you’re home early.”
“Sorry to ruin your night,” Noah said as he cut his eyes at the young man.
“MJ, I should go. I’ll text you later,” the young guy said as he snaked past Noah.
Lola giggled, “You have a boyfriend, MJ.”
“Lola, please,” MJ groaned in frustration.
“Lola, go to your room,” Noah instructed.
“Aww, Dad, please can I stay,” she asked.
“Lola, now,” he said with such firmness she knew not to try her luck.
She frowned, but she didn’t disobey. The little princess of the house made her way into the main house and went to her room.
“Dad, can we not make a big deal out of this,” MJ asked with a bit of snarkiness.
“It’s kinda hard not to make a big deal, MJ. You’ve only ever had girlfriends. I thought you were straight. Not that you have to come out or identify as one thing or another. I’m just curious, son. When did you start dating guys? Tell me everything or as much as you’re comfortable telling me,” Noah said with a charming smile.
“I’m not dating guys. I’m just making out. It’s not the end of the world. It’s experimenting! Isn’t that what college is for,” he said with a bit of resentment in his voice.
“I’m not trying to offend you. I’m just confused. I support your sexuality no matter what. I just thought you’d tell me. You tell me everything. You always have,” Noah said calmly.
“Yeah, well, maybe if you hadn’t left me and went sailing across the ocean with some new dick and been here for me, you would have known. But you weren’t here! You left, and honestly, you could have stayed gone,” he yelled.
“I’m sorry. I should have known this was a sensitive topic. I promise not to pry, but I don’t like your tone right now,” Noah said.
“Yeah, and I don’t like that you just neglected your so-called child for a guy, but you took Lola. I get it. She’s your real child, right? The one you share DNA with. What was I, some kid you wanted to groom to grow up and be your boyfriend because I looked like your dead husband? But you don't need me since he’s back from the dead. You don’t care about me, Noah.” MJ spit every word at Noah like a venomous snake. He wanted to inflict pain and kill Noah’s heart, and he succeeded at it.
His words cut Noah like nothing he had experienced before. The words hurt worse than losing Matthew. He was left speechless, heartbroken, and shattered. Never had MJ ever spoken to him like that. They had always had such a loving, respectful, and fun father-son relationship. Just then, the front door opened, and Blair walked in with his luggage.
“That rain is really coming down,” he said as he dropped his luggage. “Hey, you must be MJ. Your dad has told me so much about you. I’m Blair.”
Blair held his hand out for MJ to shake. MJ stared at it and then cut his eyes at both Blair and Noah.
“I’m leaving, and by the way, Noah isn’t my dad. He’s just the guy who adopted me,” MJ said as he walked away.
“Did I say something wrong,” Blair asked.
Noah couldn’t answer. He was far too busy trying to fight back his tears. As the old saying goes, when it rains, it pours. It was definitely pouring in the Montgomery household.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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