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"W-what are you doing here?" I stammered as I slowly walked past him to unlock my door, but Christian being Christian had no issue inviting himself in.

I had gone through this scenario in my head several times and imagined he apologized, I had dreamed we would move on with the first plan, but by the look on his face, I could see that those weren’t his intentions.

"Why aren’t you accepting my checks?" He demanded an answer out of me. Of course, it was about those damn checks again.

He followed me to the living room and grabbed my shoulder. "Hey, I’m talking to you!"

I felt disgusted and glared at his hand which was on top of my shoulder. "I don’t want you to touch me."

He looked offended but listened to me and removed his hand. "Just give me an answer and I’ll go, just tell me why you don’t want my money. Aren’t you suppose to be doing what’s the best for you and the baby?"

Me?