The Rainbow Effect

Smoking Hot

"What?" Lila says.

"No." I say.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because." I respond.

"Because why?" She urges.

"Because Lila, I have cancer, I can't promise that I will be around to help with the kids. I can't birth a child of my own, they could get diagnosed. It's a lot of money, and I'm not ready for it." I explain.

"I didn't mean I want kids now, just some time in the future." She mumbles, her voice shaking.

"I can't promise how far in the future I'll be." I say.

"But that doesn't mean we can't create a family together." She urges.

"I don't want one. I don't want to turn into my dad, I don't want to leave my family, and when I leave, I won't ever come back." I tell her.

"You can fight it." Lila says.

"It's not that easy." I mumble.

"How? It's simple. We have the money. You only have stage 1." She says.

"That doesn't mean I can fight it, I can try, but I can't promise that I will." I try to explain, but she doesn't understand.

"You can fight it, for me." She whispers, her voice cracking, the tears starting to swell in her eyes.

"I can't promise that." I say, taking another bite of my pizza.

"Then I guess I'm not worth it." Lila mumbles, walking off. I try to say something, but the signals from my brain to my mouth aren't working. I hear her storm upstairs, and the bedroom door closes. I wait, and the door locks. I sit there in worry and pain, and I turn up the television so she can't hear my sobs.

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3 DAYS LATER

"Still won't speak to me?" I ask. No response. "Come on, I know you wanna." I urge. Silence. I rolled my eyes. I reached into my purse, and pulled out my lighter. I snatched my cigarette box up with haste, and I lit one. I took a deep drag, and exhaled slowly. I watched the smoke fill the air. I hear a mumble.

"Hm?" I ask.

"You know I think it's sexy when you smoke." She whispers so quietly, I have to cringe to hear her.

"And?" I say. I can tell I'm teasing her. I take another drag. I watch her as she fiddles with her bracelet, her nervous tick when she's horny. I smirk, taking another drag, and as I exhale, I make rings with the smoke.

"Stop." She mumbles.

"Why?" I ask, innocently.

"Because." She replies.

"Because why?" I urge.

"Because I'm horny and when you do that it makes it worse." She whispers. I smirk again, taking another drag. I exhale through my nose, something I know she loves, and I put the cigarette out. I feel her touch my neck harshly, and I turn to look at her, and she crashes her lips into mine. I smirk against the kiss, and I knew I had won.

I placed my hands on her hips, and helped her climb onto my lap. I bit down on her lower lip, tugging only a little, and she moans in urgency.

"You're mine." She moans into my ear, as she begins to leave a hickey on my neck.

"Forever." I replied, and I picked her up bridal style, carrying her to our room, where that night, nothing could come between us. That night, I didn't fuck her. I didn't do the deed. I made love to the woman I was going to marry.

A/N~ Okay, so, hai. What does everyone think? I'm getting close to the end of this book, maybe only 8 more chapters, and possibly an epilogue. And maybe just maybe, a sequel. But the next chapter, drama is going to happen. So if I was you, I'd keep up. But yall know the drill...

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