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

Hearts & Spades

“This?” he shrugged. “This light. Charles done worse. I ain’t stressin’ it.”

“Well I am,” I said, gently touchin’ the bruised skin. “You don’t deserve that shit, Z.”

He kissed me soft. “You only seein’ like… five percent of what I deal with. Trust me, I’m built for this. Long as he don’t ever put hands on you, I’m chill.”

Then he started kissin’ my neck.

“Wait—Z,” I said, holdin’ his face gently. “We can’t. Not here.”

SMACK.

I jumped when he popped me on the ass, then rubbed it slow.

“You my wife. I should be able to love on you when I want.” His voice was low and thick, his hands already slidin’ under my dress.

“Boy, don’t play—folks can walk in at any minute,” I said, swattin’ at him. “And I’m still sore from last time.”

My face burned as I said it. We’d barely left that house in Vegas. Zeus had me folded up more ways than a napkin, and I was just now walkin’ straight again. I’m surprised the walls ain’t pressed charges from all the noise I made.

He grinned. “Your shit A1. I could survive off your juices alone.”

“Zeus!” I grabbed his arms as he slid my dress up higher. “Papa, chill! We gotta get ready.”

His mouth was already on my neck again, leavin’ another damn hickey I’d have to hide.

“Just give me one hour,” he whispered, tryna trail his kisses lower.

“Papa, nothing with you ever lasts one hour,” I said, grippin’ his jaw and pullin’ him up.

He smirked. “So that’s my name now?”

“...Yeah. It fits you,” I said quietly.

He kissed me again before walkin’ to his duffel. He pulled out a small bottle and shook it.

“What’s that?” I asked, confused.

“Meant to tell you in Nevada, but we got… distracted.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop my smile.

He walked over and handed me two black pills.

“Charles wants you takin’ this new testosterone supplement. Supposed to ‘masculinize’ you. I had Nico swap ‘em for alternatives. They look the same. Won’t raise no flags.”

I looked at the pills in my hand. “What’s in these?”

“They basically placebo—won’t mess with your body, but they’ll spike your test results. So if he does a urine test, it’ll read like your T levels are up.”

“Okay… but what’s the catch?” I asked.

He licked his lips, slid behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist again.

“Well… it’s gon’ raise your estrogen too. Which means—you gon’ be real fertile for the next few weeks.”

I blinked.