Beautiful & Hero (Volume 1)
I felt very embarrassed because it was rather late. I explained that I was with my friends at the restaurant and that I had arrived late so I got the worst parking spot in the place. Derius laughed; I smiled. I just could not help it; he was too cute. Derius was tall—maybe about 6’2”, athletically built, had a nice smile, beautiful chestnut eyes, and a great grade of hair that was in a small soft afro. He looked like he was about twenty, twenty-five years old. After admiring his physical frame, I looked at him saying, “What are you doing out here?” Derius smiled at me saying, “Out here saving beautiful women from purse thieves.” I raised an eyebrow at him, placing my hands on my hips as I said, “Oh really, so you were sent out here to be my hero, huh?” Then I rolled my eyes at him; he was flirting with his cute self. Laughing and smiling at me, he said, “No really, my boy stays down the way from here. I went over there to play some basketball and it got late so I decided to walk home. Then I saw you and came to help you out.” I nodded, still a little too caught up in how handsome he was as I shook my head I said, “I could give you a ride.” Derius shrugged his shoulders and said, “Okay, cool.” We got into my 1999 Honda Civic and left the parking lot. As I drove Derius home I found out that he was still in high school! I gasped as I yelled out, “You are only in the eleventh grade?!”
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Beautiful & Hero: Love & Devotion (Volume 2)
I remember our first fight, it was about Karla; it was after my mom had picked me up from the corner pizza shop. I was dead tried, for a good reason, then she started in on its not safe for me to sleep there and shit. Trying to ignore her nagging I remember picking up my phone, looking at Karla's picture I had taken of her. My mom looked over at the picture asking in a sarcastic tone "Who is that?" I smiled, looking back down at the picture, saying "Just a friend mom." She rolled her eyes, sucking her teeth stating 'She looks a little mature for a high schooler, how old is she?"
I shook my head becoming impatient, I did not want to hear her go off tonight, sighing "Old enough mom, can you drop this please." As my mom pulled into the driveway she parked, turned to me saying "Derius! You are only sixteen years old, you have no business talking to a woman older than you, concentrate on school and going to college son." She acted like she dropped it, but then the next morning after I had gotten out of the shower she was holding my phone.
I walked in, with my towel on head, drying my hair off. I removed the towel from my, then jumped seeing my mom on my bed. The look on my face didn't change as I asked her "What are you doing?" My mom stood up, marched towards me yelling "Derius! Who the hell is this woman?" I walked past my mom saying "Ok, she is a woman I like." She stood there in shock "How old is she?" I sat down on my bed, looking up at my mom stating "She is twenty-eight, mom." My mom lost it going on; on about she was too old for me, then quoting me her law school knowledge about how it was against the law to be with her and all. I ignored her, holding my hands up in air in front me saying "Ok, mom I won't talk to her anymore ok, will that make you feel better."
Feeling like a champion my mom smiled as she said pleasantly "Yes." I looked at her. Was she crazy I like Karla; she wasn't just going to get her way like that! I screamed "NO! I am not a kid anymore if I want to date an older woman I am going to, and there is nothing you can do to stop me." I excused her out of my room as I got dressed. That was the first day of my drama with my mom.
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Beautiful & Hero: The Infringed Heart (Volume 3)
No sooner has he left the table then Mother Nature calls me too. I excuse myself to the restroom. “This child is trying to be the death of me, isn’t he?” I try to take a few extra minutes so I will not run into Daryl in the hallway. “POW! Karla you did it, you crushed that smug look right off his face!” That is exactly what he gets for trying me like that. I do not need his bullshit job! I stare in the mirror and collect myself before leaving the restroom. As I walk out I am startled by Daryl leaning against the door waiting for me! “Are you done bashing me in the restroom Karla?” I am a little surprised at what he just said. “Was he listening to me in the restroom?!” I shake my head and attempt to walk past him, when he pins me to wall. “DARYL! … Daryl covers my mouth with his hand. After looking around making sure it’s clear, he removes his hand.
“Karla, stop causing a scene we are in restaurant. Now why won’t you take my offer to work for me?” I beginning to laugh at me, when I get a look at the look he is giving me. ”Daryl, I am just not sure about working for you with the history we had together.” I attempt again to leave but he blocks my way with both hands pressed on both side of me. “Don’t run away from me Karla. I mean you marry a child and get knocked up not once but twice. You should have some accomplishment in your besides being known for robbing the cradle. I am offering you a solid deal here, I know this is what you always wanted.” I stare at him and I can’t see the boy I knew, he is shallow and pathetic to me now. “Daryl stop calling my husband a child, and for your information I have been doing just fine without your offer. Thank you now will please move out of my way.”
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Blush
My eyes look down at her breast, but I can feel the glow grow deeper. I can hear her smirk at me as my eyes finally meet hers. She smiles, and I melt. I try to regain my composure but that only makes her laugh. “Arrogant.” My whole body is now on fire, with just that word. My glow deepens more, now I am embarrassed. She knows how to get me to break without even trying. She laughs at me as she caresses my face. “Look at me.” I can’t... I know what power those honey chestnut eyes have over me when I do. Her touch is causing my body to become uncomfortable, maybe it's just these damn restraints!
“Arrogant. I said look at me.” Her command causes my body to react first. I stand at attention even with the restraints. I follow her command as her hand guides my face to look in her direction. My eyes do not immediately meet hers as I continue to look down. She steps closer to me, I close my eyes, feeling both of her hands touching my face. My breathing quickens, my blood boils and this intense desire to grab her grows to the point of explosion. She caresses my face softly, with every stroke, causing me to go insane. My primal nature wants to take over. I yanked at my restraints but they do not budge, keeping me firmly in place. Laughter breaks my concentration as the sound of her voice echoes the room. My eyes finally open to meet her condescending smile. My ego is hurt, and I am now back in my obedient position.
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BLUSH 2
I walk casually up behind her. “What are you doing in my room?” I startle her as she jumps looking back at me. She attempts to move, but I grab her in my arms and hold her in place. “Tell me what are you doing in my room?” She looks at me with a smirk as she leans back against me. “I am remembering the night we fucked each other. How happy I was with you Dominic. Trying to figure out how I ended up like this for real.” I caress her shoulder with my thumb with her in my arms. “I had to move because I could not get that scene out of my head.” I lean in close to her ear and whisper. “Your moans echoing the walls. I could feel your ghostly touch torturing my body and spirit. I called out your name too many times with no answer.” She turns towards me and hugs me tightly. “I am so happy to hear you say that Dominic.” I roll my eyes as I look down at her. “Why are you happy that your voice tortured me?” She looks up at me with her eyes. “I am the only one who should be torturing you and no one else.” She then reaches up and touches my face. I close my eyes allowing her hand to trace my face. The face she has been missing for the last five years.
With every slight impression of her fingertips I can feel the heat rise between us. It is not a regular romantic passion. I yearn for her to say the word that will bring me to my knees and she awaits the words that will appease her status. My breathing becomes heavy as I wait impatiently for her to say it to me. The anticipation mixed with my emotions are too much for me. I open my eyes and look down at her. She smiles back at me. I lean down and kiss her, we kiss for a few minutes till she pushes me off of her. “We can’t… I cut her off with another kiss. I want her to get mad at me. I am craving to hear this word so much that I am willing to do anything to make her say it to me.
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Confessions in Whispers
Detective Mons looked at me and said in a stern voice, “These are pictures of young women and girls who were raped by your father.”
I pretended to be shocked as I shoved the photos back at her exclaiming, “NO! That’s a lie, my daddy would never do anything like that!”
Detective Mons reached over to the table and attempted to calm me down. “It’s ok Trina, I know that you did not know what your father was doing, but I needed to let you know because I am going to explain what happened to him.”
I looked at her in a fake concerned way and said in a half laughing and half crying voice. “Ok. I will listen.”
Detective Mons then started to tell me the story of my father Andrew Vincent Miles.
She said that a long time ago some young women and girls went missing for seven days at a time; some were alive when they were found and others were not so lucky, one was a bright light skin girl by the name of Angela Heart. She was 16 when she was kidnapped from her high school in late November.
She was very pretty and smart. I was told that my daddy kept her for seven days in a basement of some sort and she was never released after being brutally raped, they found her body lying on the front porch of her parents’ home with her neck slashed opened.
I asked the detective, “How do you know it was my father who did this?”
Detective Mons continued that Angela was pregnant later that year and the coroner believed that it was her rapist’s child. Sharon said that Angela had seen a man at her window a few times and gave a description on the man and it fit my daddy to a T. Sharon also said it was her first case as a Detective, and that she had spoken to Angela before she suddenly disappeared.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, “Are you sure it was my dad?”
Detective Mons stared at me. “Yes, Trina, we are sure. Tonight, he was stocking a young 17-year-old in a neighborhood about 20 miles from your house. The young girl was Alisha Scott, she called the police when she realized there was a black male standing at her window staring at her.”
Yeah, that sounded like dad alright, the lady’s man.
“Then what happened?”
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Aphrodisiac
My body is moving as if it has a mind of its own. All my conscience can do is watch. I reach out to the man and reach inside his shirt touching his baby soft, smooth caramel skin.
“I bet all of you is soft all over.”
The well-dressed man’s moan escapes his lips as I continue to touch his body.
Unbuttoning his suit jacket and leaning in for another kiss.
He reaches out for me now and slides his soft and hot hand up my t-shirt rubbing on my bare chest as our kiss deepens. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of him. My kiss trails to his neck as his moans seduce me to touch him more, kiss him more, and want him more. Before I know it, we are both naked and his body captivates me.
From behind, he has the body of the sexiest, thick-ass female and his ass is not only soft as a pillow, but big too!
I lose myself in our moment as I grab my pants from the floor and look for a condom. Not finding one I look up and see a brand-new box next to me on the nightstand with a sticky note attached to it. It’s from Adrian:
“Hey man please use these if you bring someone back here. Have fun Bachelor! A.”
My conscience is screaming at me, but my body is not comprehending. “David, man, are you really going to do this?!”
My body answers my question as I watch myself look down at him.
He arches his ass upward staring back at me with seductive eyes “Come on Daddy, fuck me.”
I watch myself rip open the condom box, snatching the condom open and putting it on. The passion that erupts from me is like he was life. I had been starving for months and only this moment could satisfy my appetite. I fuck this man blindly. Grabbing his hips, thrusting deep within him. With every stroke, it only hypnotizes me more and more. I can’t get enough of his kisses, his touch, his body, or his moans that echo the walls begging me, damn near demanding me to please him more.
“Fuck me, Daddy!”
“Deeper, Daddy!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
His voice pulls me in more as each position kidnaps me and keeps me fucking him.
He looks so damn good under me reaching out for me to lift his legs over my shoulders as I bury my dick deeper inside his thick ass.
“Like that! You like that, You like my dick deep inside of you!”
Each time his beautiful body cums, he shivers within my arms.
I like the expression on his face as I kiss him.
Before long, exhaustion takes over both of us and we both pass out.
“Urgh! Oh god. What happened?” I say to myself as I slightly stretch then I feel the pressure of a body lying on my chest. I look down, my eyes widen as I see the man from last night peacefully lying on my chest! I rub my head as I try to remember last night, but I can’t completely remember. Until the man’s soft moan brings back a vivid memory.
“OH SHIT, DAVID! What in the hell have you done?!”
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Mistletoe
Nevya holds herself tightly as she slowly walks over towards me. “I feel the same way Scrooge...”
I cut her off with a laugh. “Okay, my name is not Scrooge. Even though it may suit my personality. My name is Derrick Hughes.”
Nevya laughs at me as she nods her head at me. “Oh, well I like Scrooge better, Derrick Hughes.”
I roll my eyes as I lean down and grab a handful of snow.
Nevya backs up with her hands up defensively. “Don’t you dare throw that at me Scrooge.”
I pat the snowball together as I slowly stand up looking at her. “What is my name?”
Nevya bites her bottom lip with a smirk as she throws a snowball at me. “SCROOGE!”
It hits me right at the heart. The impact of the hit stuns me a minute and I feel like a kid again instantly. I narrow my eyes at her with a smirk as I run toward her with my snowball.
Nevya runs screaming at me not to throw my snowball. So, I don't throw it, I smash it on her head.
The shock on her face is priceless as she shakes the snow off her head. “NO, YOU DIDN’T”! OH, YOU ARE SO DEAD!”
I laugh as I run backwards away from her. “You said not to throw it, so I didn’t. Why are you so mad? Huh, Nevya, why are you mad?”
Nevya runs towards me with the snowball in her hand. A sudden gust of wind pushes her toward me.
“Oh no! Nevya watch out!”
The wind pushes Nevya into me, and we both fall to the ground. Both crashing down with a hard thump.
Bursting out laughing I look up at Nevya, who is lying on top of me. I smile as I brush the snow from her face as she looks down at me.
I then look up above her head, shaking my own.
“What? What!?! You better not tell me I am heavy, Scrooge!”
I laugh as I nod for her to look above her.
She tries to look up with her eyes and sees the leaf from the mistletoe hanging off her hat.
“Why!?! How do I keep getting myself stuck in these situations with you?”
Nevya looks down at me as she shakes her head at me. “Must you talk so much Scrooge? Why can’t you just do what you’re told.”
I smirk as I raise up and kiss Nevya.
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Binary Flame
In the following months after Shane left. Cassie did as her bestie made her promise. Cassie started to get out of the house on her own. She went back to work finally with Marsha there to be there for her. It was rocky for a little while and her boss told her to not rush and that she could take all the time she needed. However for Cassie this is what she needed to be out of the house. She needed to get back to her old routines, well not all of them. One of the hardest things for Cassie to get used to is now longer getting her love note, gift card for coffee and white rose every morning from India. Marsha advised her to get them for herself in remembrance of India. Cassie was not sure at first about the idea, but as she did it she would talk to India on her way to work every morning and little by little it did help a lot.
Time would fly by and Cassie had come to some type of normalcy. Even though there were still times she found herself lost. She tried to cope the best she could. When she couldn’t she didn’t fight it she just took a day off to get herself together. Everyone could see how hard this was Cassie and even her mother kept her comments to herself when she spoke about her daughter having such a hard time without India. Shane would call most times to give Cassie a swift kick in ass about her promise and it would help cause she respected Shane for the tough love. Well during one of those periods Cassie took off two weeks for her own mind and vacation. It had been hectic at the office and there was too much talk of relationships for Cassie.
Cassie decides to treat herself to her favorite coffee and talk to India. She drags herself out of the bed and heads for her favorite coffee shop. She gets her favorite coffee and is leaving the shop when a delivery man rushes inside knocking Cassie out of the way and into the arms of someone. Still looking at the crazy delivery man she slowly turns to apologize.
“I'm so sorry that crazy ass delivery man knocked me into…”
Cassie stands up in amazement and blinks her eyes twice as she drops her coffee and tears stream down her face. Standing right in front of her is India!
Cassie stares up in the face of the beautiful smile that looks exactly like her INDIA! Cassie walks up to the woman and touches her face softly. The warmth of her skin against hand lights a fire in heart that had been dormant since she saw her lying underneath that sheet at the hospital.
“India? India is that you? Baby did you come back to me?’
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