Pills In a Bottle

Teach Me Your Sweetness

After Charity came "home", the disturbing encounter with Princeton rang in her head. Why did he stare at her like that? He gazed over her body as if she were a piece of meat. The perve! But she brushed the thought away, and began to think her princess. Mya looked so much bigger now, even though it was not that long ago since she had left. She also looked miserable. Without Charity, the little girl was almost lost. Charity had to get her. And soon! 

"Cupcake?" She heard the boys come back, and she sprang out of her bed. Peering over the banister, she saw James and Jayden bring in a television that Charity doubted could even fit in the doorframe. "I'm here, Derrick! Couldn't find a bigger tv, huh?" The little vixen chuckled, sarcastically. "Nothing's too good for you, angel." Derrick remarked as he placed his juicy lips on his mate's soft,pink one's. " ' Ey, you guys set that tv up in my space, while I make my lady and me something to drink." The two boys made a collective groan, and Charity noticed the anger and resentment in their eyes. Interesting.

Derricked mixed many drinks together fancily, in attempt to impress Charity. She put on a good act as she "oohed" and "ahhed" at his little party tricks, while she deeply couldn't care less. "For you, babe." A blue, chilled drank rested in front of her. The overwhelming smell of alcohol made her uneasy, since she was only 13, and never really had any experience with it. "Drink up." Derrick mumbled, as he watched her intently. To keep her hand from shaking vigorously, she had to clamp it hard around the glass. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around the bright green and red straw and began to drink. The strong taste made Charity reel back, but the sweetness of the artificial flavoring made her continue drinking. "That'a girl." Derrick smiled. 

After a long silence, Charity thought it was a great time to execute step one of her plan. "So you're Italian?" She quipped, pulling the treat from her mouth. She noticed that her boyfriend became quite proud when mentioning of his heritage. "Si, bella." He winked. Seductively,  the curly haired cutie hummed. "You should teach me your language, love." 

"Really? You want to learn?"

"Yes, papi. Teach me your sweetness." 

For next months,  Derrick taught her his pupil many different words and phrases in his main language. Quickly, she began to learn and even apply them in day to day conversations. He was too proud of her. Even more so when she would show him what she has learned in the bedroom. Throughout their love making, Charity would whispering things such as: "Dalla a me, papa" or "Sei il migliore amante."

"She has to be the sweetest thing on this planet." he thought to himself, as he stared at her in her tight boy shorts, and tank top as she prepared dinner. He loved the way her face got so serious, as she put her all into mashing potatoes. How she looked so at peace when she was cooking. "She's wifey material." He thought once more. But little did he know how dangerous this little girl was.