"I think it's time for me to go baby." i said to Darius as i was trying to get him off of my boobs.
"I don't want you to go babygirl." he said whining as i finally got him off me so i could go put my shoes on.
"Come on i gotta go home." i said pulling him up.
Once he got up he pulled me in for a kiss but i turned my face. So he kissed me cheek.
"Man gimme a kiss." he said as he grabbed my cheeks and turned them so he could kiss me, he kissed me long and hard. He let my cheeks go so i could kiss back. he pulled back and went to put his shoes on.
"Come on crybaby." he said.
We hopped in his truck and he started it up and drove off. We where just talking and laughing the whole ride. When we pulled up to my house i seen my mom and step dad was home.
"I gotta get my clothes from in there baby." he told me.
"OK come on." i said ad we walked up to my front door.
"Shawnie?" i heard my step dad say.
"Yea it's me." i said and i seen him coming out of the kitchen.
"This who your mother was talking about?" he asked me.
Darius was just looking at him. My step dad is intimidating to be honest. He was well built had tattoos everywhere, and he had this dark aurora around him. When i was younger and he would watch me i was a little angel cause i was always scared of him.
He yelled at me one time and i said fuck no i'm not getting in trouble by this man again. But one thing i loved about him was his beard. It fit him and his accent as well. He is from Italy. Sometimes we go there to visit his family.
He actually looks like someone in the fucking mafia.
"Yes this is Darius." i said kind of nervous.
"Well it's nice to meet you." he says to Darius and walks out of the room. I was kind of confused, i just shrugged it off and walked up stairs while he followed me. He went into Jeffery's room got his clothes and came in my room.
"Well babygirl i gotta go." He said giving me a kiss on my forehead.
"OK babe. I'll talk to you later." i said as he walked out. I shut my door after him and i got on my bed and just laid there. My phone started ringing and i looked and it was Mrs.Michelle.
"Hello." I said through the phone.
"Hey Lashawn, i wanted to know if you could watch the twins tomorrow around 12 in the afternoon to about 5 in the evening?" she asked me.
"Nope i'll be over there." i told her.
"Thank you honey. I'll see you tomorrow." she said and i hung up.
YOU ARE READING
He loves chocolate (BWWM)
Teen FictionShe is an average 12th grader just trying to get through the year with out any drama or fights and all of that type of stuff, and smoke her weed. He is the 12th grader who doesn't give a fuck, gets into fights, sells drugs, but is also the king pin...