Luca Delavan
My palms were sweating. My heart was beating out my muh fuckin chest and my dick kept jumping. I didn't know what I was feeling right now but I was most definitely red. I felt it in my face. Haven't felt this way in years.Anais sat in the same chair we tied her up in looking way different from how I remembered her. Her eyeliner was running which caused dark circles around her eyes. Her face was red too. But I was sure it was because of all that crying she was doin.
She looked good as fuck. Hair way longer than it was. That same curly afro. More tattoos than before and of course she got thick. You could tell she was eating right.
She had a few freckles on her nose, her lips were fixed and pouty like they'd always been. Her eyelashes, just as long as they could be. She just looked fuckin fire.
Shawty had me nervous.
We did nothing but stare at each other for a while. Until of course she spoke up.
"Is Milo good? He seemed pissed."
I cleared my throat. A little too loud and now I was embarrassed. "Y-yeah he aight. He was just being dramatic. You know how he get."
She nodded her head, staring into my eyes. Her brows were fixed and her eyes were focused on me.
"I'm sorry fa calling you a bitch earlier. I ain't mean that AT ALL." I apologized.
She rolled her eyes, nodding her head. "It's whatever."
It wasn't okay and I wanted to let her know that. "I- never mind."
By the look on ha face, she ain't wanna hear me speak.
She nodded ha head once again.
"Y'all mind if I take a shower? I been traveling all day today." She sighed.
"I- I- I don't mind. Our shower head don't work so you gone have to use the tub until we can get it f-fixed." I stuttered. "The bathroom is down the hall. And my bedroom is on the second floor all the way down to the left. The kids room is in the middle if you wanna check on them."
"Okay...thanks." She sighed, standing up from the chair. And just like that, she walked past me and grazed my shoulder as she did.
That graze on my shoulder set off a whole bunch of shit just now. Not only did her feminine touch make my dick hard, I felt all of her emotions just from that one small graze. I got visions of her mental breakdowns throughout the years, I felt her pain and everything she went through in real time. From arguments with her parents, to crying, feeling happy, seeing and feeling the sex she had, all the love she has in her heart and finally that longing feeling of wanting to start a family.
She was all fucked up inside and it was my fault. Her energy had been completely different from what I remembered. I fucked her life up. There were so many times where I wished I could go back to the U.S. and take her with us to Paris. Things would have been much better from there. I could've raised Marz and Indigo with her since Milo wanted to be salty and shit.
I felt nothing but regret every time I thought about Anais. Dreams upon dreams, hallucinations upon hallucinations. Just guilt all over my body.
Now I thought of her being here as a chance to redeem myself. As soon as I laid eyes on ha, I knew exactly how I was gone do it. She wasn't going nowhere tomorrow and I was gone make sure of it.
I could hear the water run from all the way upstairs. I could picture it too. All steamy and shit as she stepped into the bath. Having any kind of girl around me, was making it hard for me to have self control. Especially when that girl was my baby moms.
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WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)
Ficción General3 POV's Love triangle New location Same magic 🪄🔮✨ "...still wishin' that i was yo nigga." 🖤 i'm not good at the descriptions. y'all know this. skjskskskksk anyways enjoy. this is the last part to the "series" if you could even call it one.