Ms. Caroline Sobers

Chapter 11
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Holding her head firmly in place, Francisco felt her freeze. In that split second of the kiss before he realized what he was doing, he actually felt like those warm,soft lips belonged to him for the rest of his days on Earth.

He didn't expect for her to kiss him back. In fact, if she had, he would have been quite surprised.

The girl didn't try to get him to stop either.

As he opened his eyes, while holding on to her face, the first thing she noticed was her skin complexion and that stopped him dead on his tracks.

He let go of her face and they both stared at each other wide eyed.

The girl seemed to regain her composure and an outraged look overtook her slender face.

"Sir! How dare you?!"
She watched Francisco wipe his lips with the back of his slender hand.

"Count your blessings girl", he spat, trying not to allow the embarrassment he felt to show on his face.
No female had ever rejected him like this girl had. They would normally throw themselves at him and he would be able to choose or refuse whoever he wanted. Kia was too caught up in her childish fairytales to realize what was going on around her. She thought Francisco only had eyes for her, while he was having his little affairs with almost every woman in his neighborhood.

This black filth that he had foolishly kissed so willingly seemed to have scorned him in some odd way. She had bruised his ego so instead of feeling ashamed of himself, he let the only thing that acted as a wall around his emotions take over, he let his arrogance take its rightful place.

"Do you know how many white women would kill to be in your position little girl?",he smirked down at her tiny frame and bent his knees so that he could be face to face with her. He then whispered, "Let alone blacks?"

"My name is Caroline Sir, Caroline Sobers", she looked him straight in the eyes and he felt his heart skip a beat.
What the hell is happening to me? I've seen her before and she's never had the effect on me that she's having now..what the hell?

Dismissing the thought, his smirk grew wider in amusement.
"Do I honestly look like I give a shit about your name little black girl?",even as he said it, his eyes drifted down to her full red lips.

He saw the anger in her eyes and his lips curled up into a full blown smile. He knew he was over exaggerating the smile but for some reason, he wanted to show off his straight white teeth to her.
Maybe he was still a child in a man's body, as his father said.

"Oh..you don't like being called a little girl?", he cocked his head to the side, his provocative side coming out.
The girl still kept her mouth shut. It angered him a little because deep down,he knew he wanted to have another heated argument with the child in front of him.
Then again, she didn't look like a child with those sensual curves that she possessed. Also, he did kiss her..and he wouldn't dare kiss a child.
It was still fun to mess around with her head.

"Here's the thing girl, to me, you're still a little baby" She looked away and he snickered.
"I mean, you look like a ten year old with that height",as he put his hands in the pockets of his black slacks that did perfectly well with his sky blue polo shirt, he couldn't help but add a perverted comment. So what if he was disrespectful towards women? What purpose did they serve anyway?
"But with a body like that, you're never too young to--"