After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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First of all… this room was crazy. Silk sheets. Velvet headboard. Black marble floors. Floor-length mirrors. Designer cologne on the dresser. Everything smelled like money and ego.
"Y’all got taste, I ain’t gon’ lie," I said, walkin' around slowly.
“You can change anything you want,” he offered, setting our bags down.
"Why would I change anything?" I squinted at him.
"'Cause… this is our room." He smirked.
I froze. “Zeus, I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you.”
“Relax, Peaches. I’ll behave… keep my hands to myself.” He smiled and winked. For now.
"How ‘bout you keep them to yourself forever, crazy ass." He ignored that. Just started unpacking our bags like it was normal.
Scorpio: Ironic. Like a glimpse into our future.
Shut up, girl… this ain’t no damn love story.
I injected his sperm into my body to stop another woman from trapping him. That’s all this was supposed to be. Not a “build a life together” moment.
Scorpio: But you wanted this… long before Kendra.
No. No, I didn’t.
“Baby…” I felt his arms snake around my waist again. His lips brushed the back of my neck. “Peaches… you good?”
“I’m fine,” I whispered, tryna sound normal. “Just thinkin’. And why you keep callin’ me Peaches?”
He licked his lips. “Cause that’s what you taste like.”
Lord. He gripped my ass. I smacked his chest, tryna wiggle away.
“Boy, move.” “I’m just speakin’ facts. That shit A1.” My whole body went hot.
"It’s weird seein’ you like this," he said, sittin’ on the bed, eyes locked on me. "Like what?" “Shy. Submissive.”
I looked away. “It’s weird hearin’ you say stuff like that.”
"Come here."
I hesitated.
“Come here.”
I walked over, slow, heart poundin’. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down into his lap. My knees straddled him. I placed my palms on his chest. He was so warm. So solid. So real.
"Zeus, come on," I mumbled, anxiety creepin’ up my throat.
"Relax, Peaches." His hands slid under my shirt, his thumbs rubbin’ soft circles on my back.
“Zeus… we can’t…” He started kissin’ my neck, deep and slow.
“Your mouth say no… but your body?” He rocked his hips up against me. I didn’t even realize I was grindin’ back.
No. No. I needed to stop.
"Get up… see what happens," he dared, his voice low, eyes dark.
I swallowed. My thighs tightened around him.
"Zeus… we should stop." "You sure you want me to?" His hands slid down, into my sweats. He palmed my ass gently. Then grinded harder.
Shit.
"Go ahead. Stop me." He locked eyes with me.
And in that moment, I couldn’t.
Without thinkin’, I kissed him. Full lips. Desperate. Wild.
His arms tightened around me. He grabbed my neck and flipped us over, landing on the bed with a heavy thud.
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The taste of weed and winter fresh wasn't a bad mixture. I whimper feeling his length grow harder.
Damn it feel like a rock. Finally coming up for air, we just stared at each other. " I guess we not stopping huh?" He smirks.
I stared at him, heart racin’. Seriously… what the fuck am I doing?
