Chapter 27

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--Geovanni Parris--

Julliet had been sleeping in another room for a bit now. I understand that she was mad at for being out late at night and she had every right to be.

"Geovanni."

"Hm?' I replied.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How my pregnant girlfriend's father is going to assassinate me when he finds out that I've been leaving late at night and assumes that I'm cheating on her."

"You think that she'll actually tell him?" Alana asked as she helped me put up the drapes.

"Due to the way she's spoilt; yeah." I confirmed.

"What is it about her?" Alana questioned.

"Whatchu' mean?" I asked.

"I mean, come on Geo, all through high school you fucked bitches, then dogged them and then even through adulthood you did the same. What's different about her?"

Sighing, I licked over my lips.

"You want the truth?" I asked. Receiving a smirk and a head nod from her, I went on. "Well, this is going to sound crazy ad hell but, I was like seventeen and Jules was about thirteen; I was asleep, but a shuffling sound in my room caused me to wake up. I didn't open my eyes fully though, but she was on her knees beside my bed, just staring. I thought she was weird as fuck and it went on for a while. She'd come when she thought I was asleep and stare and I'd let her. One night, she uh — she pecked my lips and I pretended not to be aware of it. I pretended to be asleep still, but I felt something, Lana." I confessed.

"Well damn." She mumbled.

"Yeah." I simply uttered. "Then I found her diary and she had things written in it about me. Things like, she was in love, wanted to get married and all that." I cleared my throat. "By the time I was nineteen and she was fifteen, I noticed things about her; I noticed how much she was developing as a woman. I noticed her growing breasts and widening hips. It all became dark and troubling for me when I noticed that her nipples would get hard whenever we spoke. I noticed her pupils dilating when we argued. I noticed the jealousy when I texted and spoke to other females. You know what's crazy?"

"What?" She giggled, obviously amused by all this.

"I saw her masturbate one time and when she came, she cried out my name." I shook my head at the memory. "It was disturbing, but it also turned me on. My dick got hard, Lana. I wanted to give her the real thing. I wanted her to keep screaming my name. I had to beat my meat in the shower after that. After, I struggled to look at her the same. I started developing feelings for someone I had never intended to feel any type of way about." I smiled a bit at the thought. "I was becoming jealous. I had moved out and her prom rolled around. I was twenty and she was sixteen. She asked if she was to ask me to accompany her if I would and I said no." I chuckled briefly.

"Why'd you say no?" Lana's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Because I knew that at the end of her prom night, I would've already held her in my arms, danced with her, maybe even kissed her and fall even deeper in love with her and possibly even had her beneath me as I entered her virgin pussy. I wanted to corrupt her from the moment she pecked my damn lips, Alana. I declined her prom date, but then, Uncle Jan asked me to chaperone her and the little nigguh who got to escort her instead. I made damn sure he didn't even get a kiss outta her." I smirked.

"Damn, you were possessive." Alana laughed.

"Then, a few months ago, her pops asked me to watch her while he was gone and I could not deny the feelings I had anymore. I couldn't even camouflage them to be the older sibling protectiveness I once tried playing them off to be. She watched me fuck a bitch one night. Then, she witnessed me fucking around with her friend. I started fucking her friend to make her jealous like I did, because she had a man. Eventually, the confrontations happened, the tensions between us grew and the next thing I know, we were fucking every chance we got. Raw, passionate sex. I couldn't even down play shit anymore. I was telling her I loved her. Cumming all in her pussy and not caring. I didn't even care about the consequences. I finally knew what was love." I blurted. "She's the only person to ever get under my skin like that. Get in my head and my heart. She's like a fucking drug I just can't leave alone." I admitted.

"Damn that's deep." Alana mumbled awe-strickenly.

"That's my baybeh, man." I uttered.

"You think she'd like the way you decorated her condo?" Alana asked as we began packing up some of the tools we were using.

"She better." I stated.

Alana was my other friend apart from Elliott. We don't hang out too much, but if I needed anything done, I could always call her and vice-versa.

Being a tomboy, it's no surprise that real estate, construction and interior designing was the field she'd chosen. Lana is also a lesbian, so or friendship has always been and will always be platonic.

"Can't believe you're about to be a father, Geovanni." She admitted.

"Me either." I nodded in agreement. "But, I'm also about to be a husband and as much as I never thought that would ever be me, I'm ready to take that step, Lana." I confided.

"Damn, you whipped."

"Good pussy will do that to you." I joked.

45 minutes later...

"I've tried to stay quiet, but where the fuck have you been going?" Julliet attacked as soon as I walked through the door.

"Not tonight, Jules." I begged.

"It's morning, Geo. Just in case you don't know!" She yelled.

"Jules, stop yelling man, you're pregnant." I tried getting her to calm down.

"Are you cheating on me?" She questioned.

"Go to bed, Jules, it's late. You need to rest."

"Are you fucking cheating on me?!"

"We're not together, Jules!" I yelled back.

"You know what..." I followed her to see what she was about to do. She began packing a bag like a crazy woman. Going back and forth from the drawers to the bag on the bed, throwing things into it.

"Where you gonna go, Julliet?" I asked.

"I'll figure something out." Her voice cracked.

"Whatcu bouta cry for, Jules?" I asked.

"You're cheating on me." She sniffled.

"I never said that." I defended.

"But you didn't deny it either!" She argued.

"Jules, come on, stop stressing." I pleaded.

"See?" She yelled again.

"I'm not cheating, Jules." I tried convincing her. "I promise."

Wiping her tears, she looked up at me with a pout.

"Promise?" She repeated.

"Promise." I hugged her, kissing her forhead. "I promise, love."

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Ummm yeah.

~Dolly

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