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

Me and You

“You was cryin’. Why?”

“It’s nothin’. Just a bad dream.”
He turned me to face him, brows furrowed. “That ain’t what I asked.”

Before I could stop him, he lifted me up, wrappin’ my legs around his waist, carryin’ me back to the bed. I rested on his lap, arms draped around his neck. He stared up at me.

“You been out for seven hours, and you wake up cryin’ like that? That’s somethin’, Ghen.”

“I promise, I’m okay. I just…” I looked away. “I don’t wanna go back there in my head.”

He nodded. “Aight. I won’t press. Just know… when you do wanna talk, I’m here.”

That was all I needed. That right there—that patience, that protection—that’s why I could breathe around him.

“So… did Dice and Mason come up with anything on the job?” I asked, tryna shift the energy.

Zeus leaned back, sighin’. “Yeah. I’m droppin’ it.”

“Wait, what?” My brows shot up. “Why?”

“New info came through. We not ready. That church shit ain’t what we thought it was.”

“What we gon’ tell Dad?'

He dried chuckled tapping my leg for me to get up

He walked over to the nightstand, pullin’ out a pack of rellos and a fresh eighth. “Why you even call him that?”

“Call who what?” I asked, watchin’ him roll up like it was second nature.

“calling  Charles dad  say it like he actually a dad or somethin’.”

I shrugged. “I mean… he is our dad, right?”

Zeus snorted. “To you maybe. To me? He just a nigga I’m contractually tied to.” He lit the blunt, took a long drag, then passed it. “Ain’t raised me. Ain’t loved me. Ain’t even tried.”

He uncrossed my legs and laid between ‘em, head restin’ in my lap passing it to me . I took a hit—coughin’ instantly. Zeus’s weed always hit stronger than the regular stuff.

“So what are you gon’ tell him?” I asked, voice low.

“That we ain’t doin’ it.”

“Zeus, he’s gon’ be pissed.”

He grinned at me sideways. “You worried ‘bout me?”

“Of course I am. You’re my…”

Brother.

Maybe Baby father.

Everything I’m not supposed to love… but can’t stop.

Scorpio whispered in my head:
Just say it. That’s your man.

Zeus tapped my thigh. “What is it?”

I looked down at him. “What… what are we?” I asked. Regret hit instantly.

“You serious?” he asked, sittin’ up slow.

“This shit ain’t normal, Zeus,” I whispered. “I’m an intersex boy. You my brother. We damn near twins. You’re only the second person I ever been with. I don’t even know how to process this.”

He looked at me—expression unreadable.

“Never mind. Forget I said—”

“You my wife.”

“Wait… what?”

“You heard me,” he said, hovering over me now. “You asked what we are. I’m tellin’ you—you my wife.”

“Boy, shut up—” I started to laugh but gasped when he grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer, eyes locked on mine.

“Does it look like I’m jokin’? You think I put my mouth on just anybody? I had to be high as hell to even mess with them other hoes. But with you?”

He kissed my neck slow. Then up my cheek. Then my lips.

I moaned softly as he pressed into me, hard and heavy. His fingers laced with mine, pinning my arms above my head. My hips bucked against him involuntarily.

“With you?” he growled against my neck. “I gotta stay high just to stop myself from devourin’ you.”

“Zeus…” I moaned, feelin’ his body throb against mine.

“When I said you mine—I meant all of you. I want the attitude, the scars, the smart mouth. I want it all. And I’ll learn how to be what you need if you teach me.”

I was speechless.

Like… he meant that shit.

"...How we gon’ survive this, though?" I whispered. “People gon’ judge. And what about Charles?”

He kissed my hand. “I don’t give a fuck what anybody think. Your feelings? Your safety? Artemis? Our crew? That’s all I care about. You mine. And I’m yours. If you’ll have me.”

He bit his bottom lip, eyes locked on mine.

My voice trembled.
“…Yes.”

He tilted his head. “Yes what?”

“…Yes, you’re my husband.”