Bf is at the movies. So I had time. For those new to my stories. I am actually a white woman dating a black man. with two mixed boys. i will never be able to experience what it's like to actually endure racism, but i have seen enough of it to recongize it. sometimes it's subtle. We had this cleaning lady once for instance, who kept saying my youngest was so beautiful because he was light skin and his hair was less curly. (it's curly now, but he was a baby then and looked more east asian than mixed lol) She kept comparing him to my oldest who is darker and has beautifull corckscrew curls. as if he was less than, just for having darker skin. I fired her, of course. But it made me realize i had to be vigilant.
Malachi’s pov“I’m done.” Aniyah said, placing her napkin over her plate.“You didn’t even eat half,” I replied, feeling confused.“No, I mean, I’m done with this,” she said, moving her finger between us. “You and me. I know it’s only been a few days, but what happened to the laid back guy I met a few weeks ago? Was that an act?”“No, it’s not an act. What are you talking about?” It’s not like I was invested in this relationship, but I thought we had a good thing going.She shook her head, rolling her eyes at me, before speaking. “Remember last time when I vented to you about my colleague? Remember what you said? Hating someone gives them power. I thought it was so wise. And now.. Here you go, talking about some girl for our entire date. Someone you clearly hate yet can’t seem to leave out of your mouth long enough to actually eat.”“I didn’t talk about her that much.” Did I? I mean, Kennedy was really annoying today, so of course I needed to vent a bit. Who wouldn’t?Aniyah laughed dr
Kennedy’s povI had gotten some unsettling news last night before bed, but that wouldn’t stop me from continuing on with my plan. It did, however, make me slightly less bitchy than I wanted to be.The feds had called me and shared that they would be watching me, and they advised me to hire some extra security.There were several security guys in plain clothes keeping an eye on me.They weren’t sure if it was dad, one of his business associates, or an enemy.I had pissed off a lot of people when I turned in my father to the police, and while I didn’t regret my actions, I was nervous about what they would do.Was this revenge for what I had done to Daddy?Or were they scared I would share with the police the things I held back? I had given them almost everything, except for a few things that felt too personal. Or things I was involved in.Not that daddy let me be part of his business, but in some cases I was there when shit hit the fan. And then there was the case of my mother.Daddy had
Malachi’s povAs soon as we stepped into the office of whatever designer Kennedy had a meeting with, she switched personas.From the outside, the building looked old and run-down. We walked through a long hallway, the paint peeling from the walls, until we reached a large door.It opened into a large, open space. There was natural light coming in from windows in the ceiling and large windows, looking out on the busy street. There were clothes racks everywhere, vision boards, and desks with people busy drawing. It was a beautiful office, totally hidden by the ugliness of the outside of the building.Kennedy was the opposite of this building. She’s beautiful, but her ugliness is hidden deep within.“Alain! How good to see you again!” Kennedy started giving three air kisses to the very flamboyant man in front of us.He smiled at her and grabbed her hand to spin her around, “Oui, Kennedy.” He said it with a thick French accent. “You are as beautiful as ever, but um, this, “ he stared looki
Kennedy’s povIf I thought I was scared this morning, then I don’t know what I would call what I am feeling right now.They have several suspects, but nothing concrete. The worst thing is that my dad is still on that list.Daddy wouldn’t hurt me, right?Well, he thought I probably wouldn’t betray him either. But if he knew me, he’d know nothing ever stopped me from getting what I wanted. Not even family.“Tell my assistant to bring my luggage to the location.” I ordered whatever the bald guy’s name is.“That won’t be possible, Ms. Bamford. She could be traced. We will send out a few men to get you two some supplies from the local shopping mall.”Retail! He wanted me to wear retail?!“No, this will not do.”Malachi sat next to me, rolling his eyes. He’s used to wearing cheap clothes. He doesn’t have a specialized face routine made by some of the best dermatologists in the country.My skin hasn’t had so much of a blemish on it in ten years. What if I get a zit?And no! I forgot my Botox
Malachi’s povI knew as soon as the words left my mouth that I had gone too far.Kennedy tried to push past me, but I stayed in place. “I’m sorry.”She swallowed and bit her lip, looking away. “I’ve heard worse. Now leave, so I can finish off what you clearly don’t want to help me with.”I took a step to the side, “I took things too far. I’m sorry, Kennedy.”She shook her head, “whatever.”I knew that I had hurt her. I could see it on her face. I’m not sure what it is, but somehow I can see through all her lies and tricks.Even if I had the right to be angry or annoyed, I am not one to lash out like I just did. I don’t go for the kill. I never try to win an argument by being hurtful, and I just did.Shit. I messed up big time.I paced the small hallway, thinking of a way to fix it. She wouldn’t accept an apology, that I am sure of. But how else could I show this woman who got under my skin so much that I didn’t mean it?When Julius began to speak, I knew Kennedy wasn’t listening. She g
Kennedy’s povI had never gone this long without posting anything. Or checking my feed. Or anyone’s feed.Can you be addicted to your phone? Because it sure feels like I’m having withdrawals.I’m going back and forth between feeling glad I tricked Malachi into staying and regretting it. He’s annoying. He’s mean. He has too many feelings and forces me to study, since there isn’t much else to do.But he’s not a cop. All these cops here order us around. They don’t tell me shit, despite knowing more. I am convinced they know more, but they’re keeping me in the dark for my safety or whatever reason, and it’s annoying.I’m the one in danger, yet I don’t know anything. Not how long we’re stuck in this frozen hell hole or who is after me.And for some stupid reason, Malachi seems fine with it all.He had his little freak-out day one, and that was that. He listens to his annoying music, singing along and tapping his foot happily. He goes in the backyard to watch the snow and stares out the wind
Malachi’s povSomeone has to...Did nobody love her? I mean, I get why, she’s not that likable. She’s mean, selfish, and arrogant, but still. Nobody?There’s something my momma always says, “I love you even when we fight. Even when I don’t like you, I love you.”She used to say that after an argument, to make sure that despite the fact she just yelled or punished us, we knew her love wasn’t conditional on our behavior.Did her father love her before she betrayed him? Or was it that easy to betray him because she knew he didn’t care about her anyway?Not that I could ask her any of these questions since she never spoke about anything personal. She never went deep; it was always just the surface that I got to witness.That time I made her cry felt like one of the few times she allowed herself to feel anything other than anger.I just figured she was a narcissist, or maybe a sociopath, but there’s probably more to it.What did Julliette say about narcissists back then?I hated thinking ab
Kennedy’s povI did not expect Malachi to be such a beast in bed. He’s always so calm. Even when he walks, he takes his time. Walking at slow paces.He eats slowly, chewing thirty times before swallowing.And he’s so patient. The only time I see him break is when I hit a sore spot with my words.I live for those moments when I see him lose it.But I never suspected he would truly lose his composure in bed. He was like an animal, ravishing my pussy. A starving man.This was the way I wanted to be treated. Knowing that I was driving a man crazy made me even wetter. Especially since it was a man who had previously rejected me.When he pushed my legs apart, I let him take over. There was no reason to trust Malachi, but I gave in. In this moment, my body was his to do with as he pleased.And I knew I would love every second of it.Because while I might be selfish, Malachi is not.He pushed himself inside to the brink, staring at my chest. My hands played with my boobs, pinching my nipples.
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Malachi’s povShe looked damn good. I had imagined what Kennedy would look like when she was pregnant, but this was beyond my imagination.She looked beautiful and hot. The thought that this woman is carrying my baby is sexy as hell, but I can’t let her see it.Especially not after she disappeared for no good reason.We had talked for those two weeks. It wasn’t like she went no-contact. She just never mentioned she was out of the country.I was dealing with a lot myself, so when she said she didn’t have time for a date, I didn’t really care.Okay, that was a lie. I had grown to enjoy our dates. For someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she is a very good listener. And she gives pretty good advice too, although a bit cold.But when you’re dealing with death, childcare, a wedding, and a bunch of other stuff, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t get stressed out. She is calm, mostly because she buries everything. Which isn’t healthy at all. But that’s an issue
Kennedy“So you really don’t see anything wrong with what you did?” Malachi asked over the phone.How could I explain the need to leave for two weeks without giving much of an explanation.Should I just tell them the complete list of shit I am dealing with right now?First of fucking all, I am having a boy. Hooray! But no.Seriously…. My entire fucking life, I had known I would get a girl that would be just like me. It was already a thing to realize that I’d be having a mixed-race girl. Not because they’re not beautiful and pretty—I mean, they’re arguably more pretty—but because it means my daughter will not be a perfect copy.Yeah, now that I am saying it out loud. Or, thinking about it, I realize how crazy that sounds.So I will not be telling Malachi any of that.We found out that we’re having a boy, and his mother was there too. She’s a lovely lady, I guess. Very intimating, but I respect that in a woman. No bullshit attitude.She gave me some speech on how I should treat her son r