Her Keeper

Chapter 4

--Julliet Morrison--

I was awakened by Geovanni's harsh antics; he literally banged on the open door to my room as loud as he possibly can to get me up. It scared the shit out of me and he stood there with a look of cynical amusement spread across his box shaped ass face.

"Be ready in an hour or you're just gonna have miss your first class and if you miss it, I'm going to tear your head off." He fussed.

I rolled my eyes as he walked away from my door. You would think he'd be happier this morning since he'd gotten laid last night, but I guess not.

I rolled out of the bed and lazily dragged myself into my bathroom to commence my morning ritual before the Devil's advocate found reasons to make my life hell.

I made my way down the stairs, fully dressed and just about ready to go.

"Geo?" I looked up from my phone while I called for him.

"Inna kitchen." Came his brief response. I made my way into the kitchen to see him shoveling a forkful of perfect, fluffy scrambled eggs into his mouth.

"I'm leaving." I informed him with a bit more attitude than I intended.

"And I'm having breakfast." He retorted smartly, as he glared at me. "You don't want any?" He asked with a smirk, knowing it was too late for me to eat anything. "It got a plate in there for you." He offered, using his fork to point toward the microwave.

"After what I saw you use the kitchen for last night, I'd pass on the offer. Thanks." I scoffed, made my way over to the fridge and grabbed an apple.

"You seemed really entertained by what I was doing last night." He fired back, causing me to fake gag while he kept his gaze fixed on me.

"I momentarily lost my vision." I fired back. "That was way more painful to watch than witnessing someone get beheaded. I would've rather had someone hold my lids open and pour acid into my eyes." I corrected as I washed my apple. "You and Thotianna scarred me for a lifetime and then some."

I took a bite out of my apple, I turned back toward him only to find him already glaring at me like he usually does.

"I bet you're wishing that it was your lil' ass I had bent over this muh'fucka last night." I scrunched up my face at his audacity.

"Not in a million years, Geovanni." I rolled my eyes as I mugged him.

Saying nothing else, he grabbed his now empty plate and coffee mug as he made his way toward me. He carefully placed the dirty wares into the sink before briefly turning toward me.

"Next time you watch a nigga sleep, make sure he's actually asleep." He basically whispered over my shoulder. "You probably want some of what I put on Adrianne last night." He huskily whispered against my ear, causing my stomach to drop. "But you're still a kid. Stay in a child's place, lil' girl."

As quickly as he'd awakened fantasies in me, he killed them. He walked away, leaving me in my spot; dumbfounded, mouth agape. My face was probably as red as a tomato.

Though Geo annoyed me, it will be completely fictitious to say that I didn't find him attractive. He was handsome... and embarrassingly... My first crush.

At twelve years old, I fantasized about him being my first kiss. I had imagined him to be the one to teach me how to put my lips or position my head as he dominated my mouth with his own.

I had always, discreetly watched him sleep from time to time — or so I thought. Just like I had done in the early hours this morning, while fighting the familiar urge to crawl into the bed beside him.