"Will you marry me, baby?"
'Uhm, nah', she responded thoughtlessly.
"NAH!? Nah, fool. YOU gon' marry me. You got that devil pussy, you can cook, and you love me like no fucking one has ever loved me. Nah, your ass marrying me, hermosa", Oscar quipp...
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Oscar has been staring at me for some time now. It does not bother me though. It is actually pretty nice to know that I have his attention like this.
After the man nearly dicked me into a coma, we just chilled together. He held me in bed for a while carding his fingers through my hair while I laid half atop him with my head resting on his chest.
"What?", I asked.
"What's your story?", he asked.
"Mind your business", I retorted.
"You are my business", he bluntly retorted.
"Since when?", I questioned.
"Since I gave you access to me. Since I have been providing you with consistent dick and having you under my protection. That's since when. So are you going to tell me now or later? Preferably now, because I'm an impatient man, Riella", he stated.
"You know, you are very articulate with your words", I thought aloud.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a fucking idiot. Stop avoiding my question", he retorted.
"What if there is not much to tell?", I asked.
He scoffed, "You have a lot to tell. I can see it in your eyes. I can see it in your body. I saw the scars. You have seen just as much as I have in these streets. I see myself in you. So I know that you have a story to tell. Tell it, I won't judge you, Rielle", he said his chest rumbling with every word he spoke.
I bit my lip mulling over his words. It would not make much difference if I told him. As he said, I did have a story to tell. I saw a lot in my life. I have done a lot in my life. I lost a lot as well.
"No pasa nada, nena. (It's okay, baby girl)", I heardPapa's voice echo in my head.
My hands subconsciously balled into fists bunching up his shirt in my grasp. I frowned as I felt myself begin to shudder as if I were cold. My mouth went dry and my tongue felt like lead. It seemed so simple. Just speak and let it all out. But it wasn't, it never was.
"Breathe, Rielle", a familiar voice softly called.
I had forgotten to breathe. How much of an idiot was I? I let out a humorless chuckle. "As you can see, I have issues", I chuckled, tears spilling from the corner of my eyes. Wordlessly he reached his hand toward me, wiping my fallen tears away. "How did you know?", I thought aloud.
