Kiara Hurt flashes in Trey's eyes, but he quickly conceals it. She's wrong about him, wrong about us, and I'll defend him the same way he defended me earlier when she was making excuses for why she didn't want to tell me she was here. I shoot out of the chair, walking right past Trey to get right in front of her, my own anger coursing through me. "Don't talk about him like that, Trey is a good man!" I fire back at her. "You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and no, it didn't give me a right to be anything other than his friend, but he's been here for me and he let me stay with him when I didn't have anyone else. I tried to fight it. I really did! But I fell for him...hard...way harder than I imagined I could ever fall for anyone after what Jordan did to me." My gaze locks onto hers, a silent plea for understanding, yet all that meets my eyes is her unbridled rage. Tears well up, my throat tight and burning, but I press on with my confession, "We both wanted to tell yo
Kiara A dull ache grips my chest, the inevitable pain I foresaw now a tangible reality. There was no way she going to be okay with this, and she'll probably never forgive me. Four years of our friendship has just been washed down the drain and it hurts like a motherfucker. Trey's frustration boils over. "You're really acting like a fucking child right now!” he shouts at his sister, a mixture of anger and disappointment in his tone. I swiftly intervene, placing a hand on his arm to stop him. "It's okay, Trey," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to go home." He studies my face for a long moment before sighing in defeat. "Okay. I'll drive you home, Cupcake." Candy avoids eye contact as we leave, and the ride to my apartment is tense and silent, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Once we arrive, he walks me inside, the weight of the evening heavy on our shoulders, and shuts the door behind us. "Aren't you going to go back?" I ask weakly, mentally drain
Trey It's been a week since Candice found out about us, and everything is tense and awkward. Kiara is too upset to come over, so I've been spending most of my free time at her place. I don't mind it; like I told her, anywhere she is, I'm home. But I know she's only avoiding my sister. Candy must feel like she's the queen of the fucking world right now, causing a disruption in our routine. I am determined to get them talking again, though. My sister needs to stop acting like Kiara cheated on her and pull out whatever bug crawled up her ass. Multiple times this week, I considered dragging her back to my mom's house, but I'm trying to be understanding of whatever she's going through right now. I've asked her repeatedly if she wants to talk about it, but she pushes me away every time. I've given up on trying to get her to open up. Today, as promised, I take Jeremiah to the DMV for his driving test. We have spent weeks practicing, and I'm positive that he's more than ready. Upo
TreyAngry tears burn in my eyes, the vivid memories of pain and helplessness resurfacing. He didn't even know I wasn't his son at the time, yet he was still relentless. If J wasn't a baby at the time, he would've done the same with him. Now he's trying to play father of the year like everything he did can be overridden. The emotional scars run deep, and no amount of apologies or attempts at redemption can ever erase the past. His face hardens, and he takes a deep breath before speaking. "I know I can't erase the past. I was a real piece of shit, but I want another chance. I want us to be in the same room without all this awkward tension, and Jeremiah told me today that he wants us to try harder to see eye to eye." Well, that's fucking news to me. Why didn't he mention that in the car? "Let's make a deal," he continues calmly, "I'll never ask you for money again in life if you agree to spend one day a month with me and Jeremiah. We can do anything y'all boys want to do.
TreyAfter taking Jeremiah to lunch and dropping him back off, I return to my place to find my sister sprawled out on the couch, an empty wine bottle on the coffee table beside her. I grimace at her sleeping form. I didn't know she drank. When I met Kiara, I recall her mentioning that her "friend" avoided alcohol out of fear becoming like her parents. Well, whatever happened in New York must've changed her mind. I throw away the bottle and gently shake her awake. "Candice, wake up. We need to talk." She groans, rolling over to face me. "What time is it?" "Two in the afternoon. Shouldn't you be at work?" Her face scrunches up like a used tissue. "Shouldn't you be off fucking my best friend? Oh wait, you already did that." Her slurred attempt to deflect doesn't faze me. "Did you lose your job when you went chasing after your girlfriend? There's no way they let you take leave for that long." I don't even think she's left the house since she's been here and that's extremely concer
Kiara I stir, moaning as I feel a warm sensation between my legs. At first, there's a warm breath that tickles my clit, but then it's replaced but a thick, wet tongue that expertly devours me. My back arches, and I cry out for him. Ever since I gave him permission to use me freely, he sneaks into my apartment in the early hours of the morning after work, and I fucking love it. I get woken up with either his tongue or cock inside me, and my body is used to fulfill his needs. "Trey," I mewl, spearing my fingers through his hair. He pins my thighs back, licking and sucking at my sensitive flesh. "Fuck, I've been thinking about tasting this sweet pussy all day," he growls against me like a possessed man. His eyes connect with mine in the dark. "Did you touch yourself today, Cupcake?" Shuddering in anticipation, I reply, "No, Chef. I've been waiting for you." "Good girl." Two of his fingers suddenly thrust inside mine, making me gasp. He keeps his gaze trained on my face as
Kiara "Hey, Mom," I answer, managing to keep the bitter edge out of my voice. "Finally! I've been trying to contact you for weeks, don't ever do that to your mother again, you hear me?" she screeches through the speaker. I roll my eyes, my mind drifting elsewhere as she gives me a lecture about being there for the family and not letting personal grudges get in the way of that. "You okay?" Trey mouths, his hands expertly massaging my feet, the gentle pressure providing a welcome distraction from the stressful phone call. I glance at the phone, swiftly muting it before putting her on speaker. "My mom is literally giving me a fucking lecture at three in the morning. No. I'm not okay," I say with a humorless laugh, the weight of the conversation settling into the room. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he suggests, "You can always hang up. We can finish what you started, you know." I'm tempted to do just that until Mom suddenly bursts into tears. "I need your help,
Kiara The air in the police station is thick with tension as I navigate through the cold, silent atmosphere. It's my first time inside one, and definitely not a visit I had planned for the day. Beside me, Trey's presence offers some comfort, making the experience a little less unbearable. In the reception area, I gather Lavender's belongings, a peculiar assortment that speaks volumes about my sister. Lipstick, a roll of condoms, a purple taser, and twenty dollars in single bills. "That's my sister for you," I mutter, shaking my head. Lavender walks into the reception area with a smug expression, her heels clattering on the floor. She blows a kiss at the male officer at the front desk. He rolls his eyes in response. "Don't be like that," she laughs, "I know you're going to miss me, Deputy Diez." Her hair is heavily disheveled into a messy bun, her mascara smudged, and she has what looks like the start of a black eye on the left side. Dressed in a tight, red dress, she looks exh