Bitter Sweet Desires (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 11

Season 1 Episode 11

Jackson Stones POV

"Doesn't she look exactly like her?" As she slipped out from my arms, Kamila's frightened voice remarked. I take a gentle grasp of her cheeks. "It isn't her."

"I know. But there must be a part of you that longs for her."

I swallowed. My head shakes. "None whatsoever."

She gives a tired smile. "We all know how fascinated you were with Zayla, and you started sleeping with me barely five months after she died."

"I can't fall in love with a complete stranger. She's only the nanny."

"Lily refers to her mother as momma." She stated. I let out a sigh. She was going to find something out if I didn't shut Lily up.

"I'll silence her when the time comes." Her lovely features captured my attention. "I don't want her to run away."

"You didn't appear to mind, unlike the other nannies who fled for their lives due to her awful attitude." She remarked as she removed my fingers from her face. "Please let her go. I could serve as her nanny."

"But Lily dislikes you. I don't want to trouble you with such a time-consuming activity." Kamila served as my personal maid. Her role as my personal maid changed after my wife passed away. I didn't want her to be in too many places at once, and a part of me didn't want to lose my wife's resemblance.

I wish I could simply look at her for a little longer. I want to keep it in my head. I didn't want to bid myself go.

"Before you fall in love. They do not have the same personality."

"I'm not in love with that silly girl."

"That's all you're saying, Jackson. I'm confident you will shortly."

"I won't." I kissed her fingertips, whispering. She laughed and shuffled closer to my bare chest.

"Are you certain?" Her lovely hazelnut eyes locked on my lips as she murmured. My hands wrapped around her neck, drawing her in closer.

"Without a doubt."

She put her fingers hard against my chest, her gaze now fixed on mine. Her minty breath brushed over my lips. "I love you." Her words brushed on my lips. I didn't care for her.

I reached in for another kiss, but she stopped me. "You love me just the way I am."

"Hmm." I hurriedly placed my lips to hers, hoping to hush her. As we wrestled for dominion over the kiss, our nude bodies crushed against one other. Her hair tickled my arms as it surrounded us.

I flipped her gently, a panting mess below me. I started kissing her neck, attempting to discover her tender points. I felt her fingers grip my hair as my teeth bit into her area.

Her shaved pussy stroked across my legs, she was so moist and warm. My cock hardens and lands near her.

"I...love..." She whimpered, unable to form complete phrases. My mouth moved down to her breast. One was kneed by my hand. As my cock hungry to penetrate her, I grunted. I moved my next hand down to my cock, where I grabbed it and entered her. Her back arched, and her hand clasped me, as did her legs. As I plunge my cock deeper into her, her furious lips again make contact with mine. She mewed on my lips, her fingers slipping down my back, her hands clutching at my covers.

I started to slowly thrust after feeling seated in her. Her hips, on the other hand, move quickly, causing warm contact on her hot pussy.

"You swear you'll only be with me and not with her." She moaned, her eyes closed tighter, and I was relieved she couldn't see the lies in my eyes when I replied her.

"I swear."

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Meka POV

In my bed, I twisted and turned. The springs in the mattress squealed and grinded against each other every time I turned. I checked my phone, but it was useless to me because it didn't have Internet access. It was approximately five o'clock in the morning.

But when I peered through the heavy draperies, I noticed that it was dark outside, like mid-night. I believe the tree provided that dark tranquility.

And I couldn't take it anymore. As a result, there was no Internet. No sirens, instead crickets, no junk food, and no wearing whatever I want. I can understand now that this was not a simple twenty thousand bucks every month. I could sense that the approaching days would be difficult. My books that I had taken with me were insufficient.

I could hear the sound of sneakers hitting the pavement in the early morning silence. Someone was sprinting, it sounded like. My imagination ran wild as I imagined someone being chased by an axe killer.

It would be fun.

I dashed to the window, moving the curtains to the side but hiding my body behind them. Disappointment awaits me in the early morning darkness, as there was just Jackson Stones, who appeared to have just returned from jogging. She appeared to be checking her wristwatch, which appeared to show the time of her run. In a million years, I would never run.

My eyes widened as I saw a girl in blue leggings and a red sports bra rush up to her, panting. Jackson, on the other hand, handed her a bottle of water, I assumed. I was attempting to determine which female it was.

She carefully rises up and takes a sip of water. But the bottle is in her way. It seemed like an eternity for her to take a drink of water. But she ultimately removed the bottle, and my eyes widened when I recognized Mila. I finally recalled what her name was. I spent the entire night trying to recall it, as if it were knowledge for a pop quiz. That, however, was not the goal. The point was. How close are they? Were they always thus close before Zayla death?

My nosy alter ego began to awaken. The truth was that none of this should have been my problem.

My questions appeared to be addressed gradually, and witnessing their kiss seemed like the cherry on top of an ice cream cone. Mila drew back and hurried inside. Lily was correct; she was a slut. My gaze stayed fixed on Jackson, as if she could sense it penetrating her as her head slowly raised.

I dashed away from the window, closing the curtains and backing away carefully. My heartbeat quickened as I wondered if she saw me.

I rushed back into bed, and like a child scared child, I put the covers over my head. My panting hit against the covers.