"I love my father, I really do. He's the type of man that avoids trouble and I keep forgetting that I'm his daughter. We try to avoid it just the same. I ran from my mother's house to my father's and stayed there. I grew up there and I trusted the community as the only crime there is theft, but no one stole from the close knitted areas. I combed a few hairs to make a living but not everyone had good intentions."
"Alone at home doing hair on the front porch, my legs get touched and I was offered more money for a quickie." I laughed.
"I had to fight. I lost money from running them away but those where the people I grew up with. I was even laying in bed reading, so invested in the story I didn't know that someone was in the house. That's until my legs was around their waists and I'm feeling the naked erection poking me through my clothes. I screamed."
I started crying again.
"I didn't screamed for long because I knew no one would believe. Nothing would come out of it. I feared the worst. Another encounter with next guy when I was in the bathroom. I thought daddy was still around the yard but I was wrong. The guy used a knife to pick the lock on the door and came in. I was covered in soap when I looked out and saw him."
Hunter pulled me closer.
"He tries to talk me into sex but I just wasn't easy to be manipulated. Then he whipped his penis out. The biggest I've every seen in my entire life but I was only disgusted. It's the community's dick after all. He fucked every woman he gets his hands on and spends the next few days, months or years adding another body to his list of conquests. I had too much respect for myself to even think or let someone do what they please with me.'
I told him about me returning to my mother's house when I was going through depression. As she went to work and was barely home so I know it was better to stay there.
She would either come home or go to her man's place. The only difference is that he likes her place because he doesn't have to provide much. All he does is be lazy and begs like a baby. Knowing she'll do anything for him.
All I asked for was peace and that's when I stopped doing things for her.
I cooked only for myself. She was already cooking for her man not caring about what she wants to eat based on what she likes. It's all him.
I do less around the house and yard because she have a man that she is better off asking to help.
"She does a little farming that I would keep her company with doing. Only to have her man laying in bed cooling pussy." I hissed and Hunter laughs.
"Let's get you inside because you're shivering like a leaf."
I fold the rag and stuffed it back into my pocket. Getting ready to stand but he stopped me.
Already stooping, he took me up and I held unto his arm in fear.
"This is too high."
"You're just short." He chuckled. "Now you'll see the world from my level."
"You're still up there." I raised my other hand way above his head. I'm only at his chest and my head is almost at his shoulders.
He's that tall.
"With a tall woman by your side, I can picture your kids becoming basketball player. You're as tall as the Shaquille O'Neal poster. I was a little above his tummy when I just moved here." I ranted.
He laughs. "So you're saying that you've grown since then?"
"Of course. With all the standing I do at the salon, I can join the arm."
He laughs louder.
"I'm serious." He opens the door and brings us into the warmth.
"I believe you." He's definitely lying. "If you can throw a snow marble, I'm sure you can throw a grenade at a reasonable distance with those little arms."
"Very funny." I laughed, getting down when he leans forward. "Thanks for everything, Hunter."
"We'll talk after you take a shower. You're still shivering."
"Okays." I looked aside and saw the drone that I completely forgot about.
Smiling again as if nothing happened, I rushed towards the bathroom to have a quick shower so I can snuggle up afterwards.
I wrapped myself in my bath robe and exited the bathroom, getting moisturized then dressed.
Smelling Hunter's tasty chocolate tea.
He admitted to liking my coffee as well as my soup and I admitted to loving his hot chocolate.
While I make breakfast, lunch and dinner, he makes all the hot coco. An it's just something about the unique taste it has. A addictive flavour that got me drinking more than him.
As soon as I stepped out and into the kitchen with a new blanket around me. He hands me a bag of mini marshmallows and a spoon.
Grinning, I got seated on the stool next to his favorite spot where he then puts the large mug of coco. Squirting whipped cream on top then dusted coco power over it.
"Thank you." I sang.
"You're welcome." He says. "I'm off to shower."
"Okay." I smiled, watching him go.
The smile still remains after he left.
Getting flashbacks of how he carries me.
I've never had a man carry me efore.
It's just something romantic about it that had me reminiscing about the book I threw in the fire.
I never got to reach about the protagonist getting carried over the threshold of the house due to her foot injury.
I regret such a rash decision.
Filling the tea with marshmallows, I put the bag away as I didn't want to be greedy and eat it all.
I made my way to the mattress that I sleep on every night. Getting comfortable with each sip, staring at the fire but my mind is elsewhere.
Everything this man does is all new to be. But he's older and I could never be his type.
I took a chance with one white guy, I can't made the same mistake twice.
Is bearded men even my type?
Do they even look at women of other race different in a good way?
They look better with white women anyways...
I don't know how long I was giving myself a pep talk and trying to clear my head of the little things this man does, but he was out of the bathroom. Freshly dressed in a long sleeve turtleneck sweater and matching sweatpants, smelling of the axe products.
I looked away before he catch me staring.
All that thickness of his muscles. It had me lusting and that's a sin. I can't.
Still, my feet carries me to the kitchen with my empty mug in hand. Grinning as he's warming more Coco.
He fills my cup then his own till the last drop was out.
Thanking him, I happily returned to my mattress.
I wasn't being careful about spilling it, I was more like watching my steps as I know his eyes are on me.
Staring and I don't know what he's thinking. Maybe it's just not what I had in mind either.
