Collection of story ideas I may or may not make into a full book.
This book contains sexual content and explicit language. Reader discretion is advised.
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"Here are your keys. Congratulations on your new home," the realtor said, handing me the set of keys.
I smiled, taking them from her as I looked up at my new home, feeling a mix of excitement and pride.
This was our new home, we needed a fresh start.
"Mom, this is huge," my daughter, Havali, said, her eyes wide with excitement.
I looked over at her, smiling. My sweet baby, who wasn't really a baby anymore-she was sixteen.
I remember being so scared when I was pregnant with her. I was only sixteen myself, and I didn't think I would be a good mother. I worried about her making the same mistakes I did. But Vali had her head on straight. She made me proud every day.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" she asked. I didn't even notice, I quickly wiped my eyes.
I took a deep breath and smiled at her. "I'm just happy, baby, that's all. Let's go ahead and unpack the truck,"
We went over to the truck to start unloading the boxes. I should've hired movers for this part too-I was lazy when it came to moving. I hated this shit. I was so busy pulling boxes out that I didn't even notice someone approaching me.
"Oh shit, you scared me" I said chuckling nervously.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just noticed you unloading these boxes and wanted to know if you needed any help," he said, offering me a comforting smile.
"Oh, no it's fine I got it" I told him.
I just didn't trust him enough to come in my house or be around my daughter, so I had it.
"My name is Pierre, what about you?" he asked.
"I'm Onika"
"What made you come to Washington? I mean, I'm glad you did because we needed more beautiful women here," he said with a grin. I playfully rolled my eyes, knowing he was trying to flirt.
"Life happened, and I wanted a fresh start" I told him.
"Maybe I could show you around Washington sometime, if you're cool with that. I know a few places you'd probably enjoy," he said, licking his lips.
I couldn't lie-he was a handsome, dark-skinned man-but I wasn't looking for a relationship right now.
"Who said I wanted you to show me around?" I asked, placing my hand on my hip and flashing a playful smile, my dimple showing.
"I'm the best tour guide you could have, ma. I'm just asking. It's okay if you say no-I'm just offering," he said with a confident smile.
"Mom, less talking and more working," Havali said, stepping between us and grabbing another box, her tone playfully impatient.
