Texas born twins Cilia and Iris Hunter were brought to Brooklyn, New York and given up for adoption at the age of one. But their foster mother Ms. Pat never cared about them and only adopted the twins for a check from the government, leaving Cilia...
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"Dion, you want garlic on your eggs?"
Breeze bit his bottom lip as he was sneaking up behind the half naked woman he had in his kitchen, preparing their breakfast. After his plan of successfully calling Peyton's family to collect her after she fell asleep worked; Breeze couldn't get any sleep of his own. So he decided to call up one of the only select few females who were allowed to step foot into his house. The other woman he was seeing besides, Cilia.
His chocolate dime had come from clubbing late this morning, but when he texted her to come, she still decided to come through for him. Breeze stared at the voluptuous body that looked like it had been dipped in a pot of rich velvet chocolate, as she stood in his kitchen in nothing but a pink thong. Her ass wasn't superstar big, but was definitely something that turned heads. She hummed, her bone straight weave in a high ponytail as she flipped the eggs over in the pan with the metal spatula.
"Put that shit on my eggs and we gon' fight." Breeze snarled in her ear playfully, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
She jumped, feeling her heart fall down to her toes. Then, embarrassed by her reaction, she clapped a hand over her mouth and looked over her shoulder at Breeze who was chuckling at her. She lightly tapped his arm before pressing the spatula to the eggs, making it sizzle. "You play too much."
"I do?" Breeze said, reaching through the loop in her arm to turn the fire off.
The girl smiled and turned it back on. Breeze turned it off. She turned it on. And Breeze turned it back off. She chuckled and tossed her head back, "Dion you so annoying..." She said.
"That's daddy Dion to you."
Ty'kerah turned around in his arms, her ass pressed against the cold stove. He had her trapped with little to no space as his arms were on either side of her. "Oh yeah? Daddy Dion?" She said, folding her arms across her breasts.
Ty'kerah's eyes met his and her lips suddenly folded in. It was times like these when she became insecure. The way he stood so close to her with those bright brown eyes and gorgeous dimples. Looking right at her with her ugly scar and mediocre face. She felt so ugly sometimes. It was so impossible how Breeze made her feel so beautiful yet so ugly all at the same time. He was so charming, so sweet, but how was he attracted to her?
"What?" Breeze said, his dimpled smile still on his face, noticing her smile fade a bit. He picked up a long strand of her hair off her nose and inspected it for a second before flinging it somewhere on the ground. He was so affectionate and caring that he didn't even realize it.
