Killah Kuwonu

Sex Talk

Paris POV

After everything Zion explained to me, life made so much more sense. I never thought much of not looking like them, but never would I have guessed I'd be up for a sex trafficking bid. When Zion told me about the custody agreement, I knew this wouldn't end well.

I kinda stayed in my own world for the first few days, but they were a pain in my ass anyway!

I was going through the mail and dig out a couple letters for me, from optional university and colleges.

I knew Zion wouldn't be fond of me moving away, so I applied to multiple within LA.

"Baby any mail for me?" Zion walks downstairs.

Whenever he calls me that I feel this tingle in my stomach every time. He's been super work from home lately, always checking on me. He doesn't let me do much around me.

I hide my layers behind my back causing him to look at me funny.

"Uh yeah." I hand him some stuff.

"What's behind yo back?" He asks as he scans through his stuff.

"Nothing important." I shrug.

"You're not a good liar, please don't make me snap Paris." He says looking up at me.

"Fine. They are letters from different universities and colleges." I sigh.

I watch his face go sad.

"You leaving me?" He frowns.

"Boy please— I haven't even graduated high school yet, I applied early to weigh my options." I peck his lips and walk past him to the living room.

"But I don't want you to goooooo." He whines.

"Zion please don't start." I sigh getting on my laptop.

"I'm not starting nothing." He frowns.

I ignore him and check my emails.

"Oh my God." I say under my breath and click on the long awaited email I've been waiting for.

My ancestry.

"What?" Zion peaks over.

"My ancestry." I tell him.

"Ouuu lemme see the sexy ass mix you are." He takes my laptop.

"Mmmm Mexican, got some white. Spain, African, Cubian. Damn you sexy as fuck." He looks at my laptop then me.

I couldn't help but giggle.

"My laptop please." I smile reaching my hand out.

He smiles back and places it on my lap.

He sits beside me and starts staring at me.

It felt so weird, I look at him.

"Yes Zion." I say with a smile plastered across my face.

I found myself smiling a lot with him.

"Just admiring beauty." He compliments.

So many people see him as a heartless killer, but I don't know, he's just different with me.

"Thank you." I say closing my laptop and placing it on the coffee table.

I scoop over and lay my head on his lap.

"Paris you always do this shit." He rolls his eyes.

"But you never stop me." I smirk up at him.

"Ughhhh." He says.

He knows exactly what I want, he starts playing with my hair. Shit feels so niceeeeeee.