Paw Paw

Chapter thirty-one

Alejandro and I stayed cuddling in the sheets after the two mind-blowing orgasms he gave me. This is the very first time I let a man touch or see me so intimately. I still can't get over the fact that I didn't stop him and that I don't feel any ounce of guilt about what he did to my body.

Thinking of it only gets me bothered more and it's been about an hour or so since our little nasty deeds. And of course, I'm very embarrassed right now. Why the heck did I jump on him to fuck me, like that? I swear that wasn't me, that was the sex crazed bitch.

Believe it or not, I'm a virgin and proudly will be until I find the man that deserves my fruit. I'm not saying Alejandro is the one, nor am I saying he isn't. All I can say is that I don't know how to say no to him when it came to intimacy. And this is bad, very fucking bad.

Nuzzling my face on his chest, I took in a swift sniff of his cologne and nearly moaned. This man smelt like heaven, not that I've been there before...he just smelt like home. It angers me that he was so stupid to see how perfect we could be, but I've already made up my mind when he pulled the fucking trigger on a man. I couldn't stay with this nigga, he could kill me one day.

Where the fuck did he even get a gun?

Is this why Titi kept saying he was dangerous? Is Alejandro in some gang or something? Because why would he own a gun, protection doesn't work that way. You can't have a gun on you and claim it's for protection. No fucking way. There's something going on, and I'll have to find out or get my ass out of here.

"Alejandro?" He shifts around, pulling me closer to his shoulder. His arms tightening around us. And yes, I'm wearing one of his shirt with nothing underneath. I'm very vulnerable too, my body hadn't come down from the high.

"Mio amore?" Is it wrong to love his voice this much? He had the most deepest and sexy but raspy voice I have ever heard and it always drives me insane, especially in intimate situations like this.

"...you had a gu-"

"I know." He shuts me off, his fingers going through my curls. "Do you have any siblings?" His way of avoiding my questions could be very hysterical if I wasn't so annoyed with him, but just for now I'd let it slide.

"Yes, an older brother." I snuggled him close and sighed. "He's name is Yemi Dawson, twenty eight. Practically my best friend."

"Mmh." He hums. "Tell me about him." I couldn't help the smile that rises to my face as I shut my eyes. Speaking about Yemi and I's relationship always pushed me to the happiest memories.

"Yemi was like a parent to me growing up after our parents...death." starting at that part always left me uneasy, but with Alejandro's hand rubbing my back, I immediately relaxed. "He was only seventeen and had to fight for me or else we would have been separated. He did it all without hesitation. Even though he went through so much, he never gave up on me."

"For a few months, we didn't have enough food and struggled to keep the house our parents left in our names, but he's so smart and strong. Yemi taught me to be strong and there's a positive side to everything."

"Your hero." Alejandro add, making me nod as my eyes watered. "Yes, my hero. He made sure I went to school and finished college even though he didn't. Got me everything I ever needed and wanted. Made me happy that I had nothing to cry about. We were so close, very close. He'd listen to my shit sad stories about a boy that hurt me in highschool and would get mad..."

"...so mad that he showed up at my school one day and beat up the boy. I was mad at him but still very happy to see my brother loved me that much. I cried because I knew I was lucky to have him in my life."