💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

I'm Here

Kendra’s eyes went wide, mouth fallin’ open. She ain’t say shit else. She couldn’t. Ghenesis just smiled sweetly, eyes soft like she pitied her. And we walked off hand-in-hand, leavin’ that little situation in the dust like it always been.

Once we hit the truck, I opened her door like I always do, helped her in, and climbed in on my side. She was quiet, fingers pickin’ at her nails. I could feel somethin’ buildin’ in her chest, the way she kept peekin’ at me from the corner of her eye like she wasn’t sure if she should say it.

“Zeus…” she finally said. “Did you mean it?”

I glanced over, engine still hummin’, my fingers tight on the wheel. “Mean what?”

She dropped her gaze to her lap. “That you love me…”

I reached over without hesitation, slid my hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her in. Kissed her so deep it made the air leave my lungs. Slow. Passionate. Ain’t no games in it. Just truth. Just her. Just me.

I pulled back, eyes locked on hers. “With every breath,” I whispered, my thumb rubbin’ her jaw. “In every lifetime.”

She kissed me once, real soft. Then smiled shy like she was tryna hide her whole heart in her mouth.

I started the truck and pulled out the lot, but I wasn’t focused on the road.

All I could think about was gettin’ her back to that clubhouse.

Tonight wasn’t about control.

It was about caterin’ to her every fuckin’ need.

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y the time we hit that gravel trail that led to the clubhouse, the sun was low and orange like it was tryna hide behind the trees — like it knew what was ‘bout to happen and ain’t wanna witness it. The path twisted out into the woods, real secluded, thick pine trees surroundin’ us like guards. This place had been ours since before anybody knew our names — me, Dice, Mason, Nico — but now? It belonged to me and her.

I cut the engine, leaned back in my seat, and just looked at her for a second. Ghenesis. She was in the passenger side, lips glossy, thighs pressed together like they already feelin’ what I’m thinkin’. That soft curve of her smile, the way she twirled her ring when she was nervous… my baby stayed beautiful. Even when she didn’t try. Especially when she didn’t try.

“You nervous?” I asked, voice low, already gettin’ heavy.

She chuckled soft. “No. Just… ready.”

That was all I needed.

I hopped out, walked around the truck and opened her door like a gentleman before the savage in me took over. As soon as she stepped out, I grabbed her hand, led her inside like I had tunnel vision — like the rest of the world ain’t exist no more.

Inside was dim — only one lamp on, casting soft gold over the leather  couch and that bed in the back with fresh black sheets I had Dice change last week. My steps were slow, measured, withdrawal still tryin’ to whisper through my bones, but I pushed it down. Tonight wasn’t about the pain. It was about her.