Stormi'S POV
"Nevaeh Nicole Johnson, will you marry me?" I ask, waiting for her response. "Yes, Stormi baby, I will marry you. Forever and always, daddy," she responds enthusiastically, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.
I embrace her, gently kiss her lips, and whisper sweet words in her ear about how much she means to me.
"Baby, I wanna show you something," I say, as I grab my phone out of my pocket, and nonchalantly pass it to her. "Okay baby," she says while examining my phone.
"Baby what the fuck am I looking at?!?!?" she screams in horror as she watches her mother and father's bodies being tied up and doused in gasoline.
"What do you think bitch!?" I say while watching the exciting horror scene unfold right before her eyes. Nevaeh screams out "NO!!! PLEASE STOP!" when Quantavious aggressively lets go of the match and lights her parent's body on fire.
"Why would you do this to me?" Nevaeh manages to question as she falls to her knees. She was no longer able to fight the drugs that were placed in her drink.
In and out of consciousness, Nevaeh watches her whole life fall apart at the palms of my hands. She even watches me as I load my gun, ready to put a few bullets in her chest.
I kneel and place my gun right next to her temple.
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~A few hours earlier~
Nevaeh's POV
"Breathe in... Breathe out..." I thought as I slipped into my tight-fitting, fiery red Givenchy dress.
"Today's the day," I say aloud, smiling at myself in the mirror. I admire how sexy I look in my dress. The dress hugs every curve just right and gives me the shape of an hourglass. I bend down slowly to ease on my red bottom heels, completing my look.
"Why am I so nervous?" I question, while admiring my chocolate, 5-foot-four complexion one last time in the mirror before hearing a knock on the door indicating that it's time for me to go.
Walking to the front door of my luxurious two-bedroom apartment, I can't control the butterflies forming in my stomach. I'm about to be engaged to the love of my life.
Reaching the door, I unlock it and step aside, allowing my boyfriend enough room to come in.
"Hey baby," he says in his sexy deep voice walking inside.
"Hey babe," I coo, speechlessly admiring just how fine he looks in his all-black Tom Ford suit.
"My eyes are up here," he says walking over to me and gently grabbing my chin, lifting it so that our eyes are making contact with each other.
"I can't admire you now?" I ask playfully, while looking deep into his dark brown eyes.
"Oh, you can, but I wouldn't advise you to look for too long. You know what road that will lead down," he says promiscuously while biting on his bottom lip.
With a smile, I lean in to kiss his soft plump lips. He smoothly draws me closer to his chest, intensifying our kiss with his tongue. My breathing quickens as my body warms up to his touch.
Effortlessly, he moves down from my lips to my neck, gently leaving his mark on my skin. A soft moan escapes my lips as I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasure he's creating within my body.
"I want you," he whispers in my ear as he abruptly stops and takes a step back to regain his composure.
With lust-filled eyes, I look at him unsatisfied. My body is practically begging for more of his affection. "Baby, if we don't leave now, we're never going to leave," he says looking at his watch.
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Deception (Urban Fiction)
ActionWarning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin...
