Namiel'
"Miel, when are you finally going to get rid of her for good?" She whined while slipping her skirt back on. Damn, this hoe is so annoying if she wasn't so easy i wouldn't even fuck with her musty pussy ass.
"Why you so damn worried about what the fuck i have going on, huh?" I spat as I pulled up my boxers getting out of my California king size bed.
"Miel, please I'm sick of pretending not to know you. I just want to be around you and fucking love you. But, you are always worried about her... what the fuck does she have that I don't huh?" She said pulling her hair back as her eyes watered. I know that this hoe is not about to cry this is just pathetic.
"You wanna know I'll tell you trust I'm always keeping it real! A lot of fucking things like dignity, honesty, and fucking respect." I said feeling myself getting pissed of by the second, i feel the anger burning in my blood she better choose her next words wisely.
"We are both fucking dancers, we both shake our asses for money. I really.. I really don't fucking get it. " She said as tears ran down her face, she started to hyperventilate thinking about much less she was to her without even knowing.
"At least she's not fucking her dead sisters baby daddy and being okay with that fucking shit Devenchi!!!" I said reaching my anger limit. Part of me wanted to grab her by the throat and watch the life leave her body for even comparing herself to my sweet sweet love. But I restrained myself just this once ill spare her.
"You know what fuck you Namiel Spears, I hope you rot" She growled with tears staining her face storming out of the master bedroom we just fucked in a few minutes ago. She'll be back I ain't to worried about that.
I sighed as I remembered the wonderful times I shared with her sister. Narmoni was everything that a man could wish for and more to me she had no flaws what so ever. The mother of my living son Namilee and the mother of my unborn son, mi amor. I miss her so much, I want her so bad, but I don't fucking need her.
Some may think it's sick to be fucking my child's aunt i see a flaw in it too, but what's done can not be undone . If there is a god i truly believe that possibly all will be forgiven.. hopefully. Although i believe that I have found a new love of my live...Chrissy. She was abandoned at the age of 16 on the streets of Miami, in order to take care of herself and pay the bills she turned to dancing. To cope with the unprecedented responsibilities of becoming an adult she began to indulge herself with drugs, that's where i come in. I've been selling to Chrissy for the past for years not drugs just placebos that are strong enough to make her feel something.
She's going to be mine and just mine. Explicitly just for my eyes., my hands, my lips, my mouth, and just my mine..mine...MINE. Speaking of her , let me go check on my future wife lets see my love's training is going. I got dressed in a black hoodie, a black pair of sweet pants, and black Air Force ones. I made my commute to the security room that was in my house. I watched as she was dragged into the common room of the melancholy house.
"Why are y'all so fucking rough" She said to the workers who abruptly threw her down, they untied her.
" Just wait till we start training" Czeic said looking at her and the workers.
Chrissy you WILL be mine. Chrissy become the women i want and need you to be.
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Chrissy's Interlude
Fanfic"I'm still trying to figure out who the fucked asked you" I spat leaning back in my chair lighting my blunt. "Damn, what got you so fucking tight" she said while changing her dance uniform for the fifth time tonight. Just as I thought this bitch do...
