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I overheard the conversation Parisa had with her dad. It wasn't on purpose, I just have horrible eyesight, so my hearing makes up for it.
To be fair I did plan on killing her dad and leaving her, but I'm slowly changing my mind.
I don't love her and I also don't like her in romantic ways.
I just like having sex with her and she doesn't deserves to be hurt.
I'm pissed that my plan is blown, but even more pissed that her dad threatened to kill her.
I lean down leaving small kisses on her neck.
She smells so fucking good.
I can't let my desires get in the way of my representation. I drag my lips from her neck and grab her by her throat, "do it. I dare you," I whisper.
Looking her in her eyes I can tell she enjoys me doing this, "I'm not fucking play Parisa." I tighten my grip and she lets out a moan, "FUCK ANGEL," I yell letting go of her neck.
It's going to be hard for her to find shit on me. I want her to push my limits a little.
She laughs at me.
She really fucking laughs at me before asking, "are you hungry I can hear your stomach?" Nodding my head she gets up and I throw my head back. She disappears when walking to the kitchen and I get up going into my room. Her phone is sitting on the bed ding with texts from her dad.
I stare at the phone for a while before picking it up. There's a password, but I easily guess it. "Really 2580," I whisper to myself before going through the messages.
The Messages
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He's really upset, so I decide to play with him a little.
Yea It's like playing with fire, but I know I'm capable of a lot more than him. He doesn't know that yet, so when he comes for me he's done.
I sent him a picture of me and Parisa seconds before we fucked.
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Lied about a few things, but got the reaction I wanted.
Fuck him.
I delete the messages from Parisa's phone, and I take a few pictures of myself before closing it back.
I wanna test her loyalty.
I go to my dresser grabbing one of my guns- the safety is own and she doesn't seem like the type to study parts of a gun.
Walking out of my room I check on my daughter before going into the kitchen, "I'm making waffles, bacon, and eggs in case you were wondering. You need to go grocery-" she stops when she feels my gun being pressed again her lower back.
She quickly turns around and I press it against her stomach, "what the fuck man," she yells. She looks down at the gun, "make one more fucking move and I'll put this bullet in your stomach.
She isn't fazed. Not one scared look appears on her beautiful face, but a smirk form, "do it," her imperturbable attitude when she told me to do it, scared me. Swallowing hard she turns around starting to cook again, "you almost made me burn my eggs," she laughs.
Fuck, I'm hard.
Adjusting myself I set my gun on the counter and pressed my erection against her soft ass.
I wrap my arms around her and start leaving soft kisses on her cheek, "next time take the safety off Angel, and does your daughter like American breakfast foods?"
I bring my hand up and wrap it around her throat, "don't call me that again. I call you that," I murmur next to her ear. She nods her head, "and my baby does like American breakfast foods, she's American," I laugh kissing her ear.
"You're not American, so I thought she wasn't as well," she giggles and finishes up cooking. I rub her waist as there's silence.
The silence ends when there's a loud bang on the door. Sighing I jog to the door looking through the peephole.
It's Hazel's mom. I can't deal with this bitch right now.
Opening the door I ask, "what the fuck you want Loren?" She folds her dirty arms looking at me with hate in her eyes. She's the opposite of Parisa, she has blonde has that looks greasy and severely uneven, dark bruises covering her skin, and trailer park clothes on. She also smells like shit.
"I'm here for my daughter," she pushes through me into the house, "Hazel! Hazel hunny," she yells walking into the living room. "Are you high or something? It's the weekend, so it's my turn to have my child," I block her from going any farther in my house.
She thinks I'm blind to what goes on in her house. I know the abuse she's caused my child and her piss poor husband let's it happen. She beats Hazel senselessly because she's my kid. Hazel tells me how she goes days without eating because 'mommy forgot.' She tells me how her mother threatens to spank her with a belt if she doesn't learn 'the right way.'
Hazel has issues with learning, but she might grow out of them because she's 4 (almost 5).
"I still have the right to see-" she stops mid-sentence and starts a new one, "are you fucking while my daughter is in the house."
Turning around I see Parisa with Hazel in her arms. She walks up with a warming smile and Hazel ducks into Parisa's shoulder, "hi, I'm Parisa." She holds her free hand out and Loren looks at it with disgust. I wrap my arm around Parisa, "you can leave."
She huffs and stomps her foot like a toddler, "you'll regret this," she states before walking out and slamming my door.
"Is she gone," Hazel asks while holding on tight to Parisa. "Yes, she is sweetie," Parisa responds in a motherly tone. Hazel lifts her head and reaches for me, grabbing her Parisa informs us that breakfast is ready.
