"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Zariah
This is really happening.
I woke up this morning thinking everything that happened yesterday was just a dream and my imagination was just running wild but now I know for a fact that this shit is really real and I'm really fucked.
After packing up a few of my things and belongings, I knew that there's no turning back from this. My dad helped me pack my things and even tried to convince me again that this was a good idea and that I'm doing this to protect us.
I wanted to tell him so bad that he lost his marbles and I would rather die than do this. But I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if my dad had died knowing there was something I could've did to prevent it. I just hate this shit so much.
After he helped me and he was done talking to me, he left my room and said he was getting a drink. A coping mechanism of his that he uses anytime he's stressed or anxious.
So now I'm left alone and bored until Isaiah gets here. I didn't have anything planned so I was just going to go run some errands before I left my home for god knows how long. My dad said I can't leave without Isaiah so I have to wait for him to arrive before I go.
I spent my time looking for something to wear after my shower. I grabbed a brown one piece that fits me like a second skin. I threw on a beige cropped sweater that only covered my arms and showed my boobs. I found an old pair of Nike sneakers and put them on over some long roll up beige socks.
When I was done putting my clothes on, I put my natural waist length hair up with a hair clip and left two strands out to frame my heart shaped face. I didn't need any makeup but I still decided to wear some lip gloss, mascara and eyebrow tint to make them look fuller.
By the time I was done with all of this, the doorbell rang followed by my dad greeting someone. He was here.
"Isaiah's here!" My dad yells for me.
"Okay!" I grab my purse and phone and left my room. I went downstairs only to see Isaiah's fine ass staring up at me in his black attire. Does he not like colors?
He's wearing sunglasses so I can't see his gorgeous eyes but I know he's looking directly at me because of the shiver that went through my spine the moment I seen him. I saw a holster on his pants and my eyes widen at the sight of a gun. Why does he have that?
He has his hands in his pockets and he licked his lips before clearing his throat. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
He turns around and opens the front door for me. I spot my dad in the doorway of the kitchen so I made my way towards him to give him a hug. "I'll be back dad. Love you always."
"Love you forever." He says, squeezing me.
When he lets me go I smiled and turned around to leave out the door Isaiah was still holding open. He seemed to be a bit irritated but the reason why is unknown to me. "Let's go." I tell him dryly.
I'm still not sure how I feel about this man following me around everywhere. It's going to be weird. Hopefully, he stays in the car and waits for me to come back out.
I stopped in my tracks when I seen his car. It's a black Rolls Royce and it was painted a phantom black. The car was beautiful but I know a guy like Isaiah drives way over the speed limit and this car has no limits.
I felt his presence before he spoke. His aura is just that intimidating. He stands behind me and his husky voice fills my ears causing me to hide my shudder. "You like it?"
"Yea, it's cool." I say, trying to sound as unimpressed then I really am. "Just try not to go over the speed limit with me in the car. I don't have any insurance and I don't trust you."
He chuckles deeply and the sound vibrates throughout my entire body. "Get in the car, Zariah."
What the hell is wrong with me?
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