A young man is left in charge of Godfather's daughter and it unravels emotions that they both tried to ignore for years.
Follow Julliet and Geovanni through years of a very complicated love journey.
"Hi." Some chick smiled all up in my face. Julliet really needs to hurry her ass on. I'm sure it doesn't take that long to buy some damn groceries.
I glared out of the window at the young woman.
"You need me to help you with something?" I asked getting irritated by the minute. I sniffled a bit.
She twisted her lips to the side and I could've sworn I saw her ass smirk.
"Actually I'd like it if you're able to help me put some of these heavy ass bags in my car?" Sighing, I looked her up and down and nodded my head in agreement.
"Coo'." I agreed as I opened the door to see if I could help her out.
--Krystal Andrews--
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"Thanks..." I acted as if I didn't know his name while he closed my trunk.
"Geovanni." He rudely mumbled as he wrinkled his nose which his sunglasses sat on and dusted his hands off in his grey sweats. Which showed me every reason why Skylar wanted to fight for him. He was packing.
"Krystal." I extended my hand for a shake, but he only glared it and looked back up to my face.
"K." Was all he said as he turned to walk away.
"Geo?" I called, making him turn back toward me abruptly.
"It's Geovanni to you shawty, I don't know you like that." He still held that mean ass mug on his face.
"Yeah ok. Mind if we exchanged numbers?" I suggested, earning an unamused chuckle.
"You cute shawty." He liked his lips as he looked me up and down before sniffling a bit. "You're just not that cute." He finished his statement before shaking his head, making me frown deeply.
"Babe?" A third voice called, which caused the both of us to turn in its direction. Turning to see a girl of a medium complexion with blue extension highlights and carrying two bags of groceries, looking our way from their car.
This must be Julliet.
"I'm coming baby, just helping out Miss Krystal over here with some groceries." He replied as he gave me one last glare and walked over to her.
I'd show him just how cute I could get.
--Julliet Morrison--
"D'you know her?" I asked Geo as soon as I got into the car.
"Nope." He shook his head. "Broad came over asking me to help her, then talking 'bout some exchanging numbers." He scoffed.
"She's cute." I shrugged. From my peripheral, I could see him glaring at me.
"Her name's not Julliet Morrison." He simply stated.
"We're not together, Geovanni." I sighed.
"And Peurto Rico is in the Caribbean, but it's still U.S territory right?" He asked rhetorically. "Don't matter how far apart we are, you're still my soil and vice-versa." He shrugged.
"But non-nationals are free to visit the U.S and Peurto Rico." I teased.
"We're both private territory, so don't get fucked up." He growled as he placed a hand on my exposed leg and began rubbing it. "Gimme kiss." He said as he leaned over the console.
"You are so going to get me sick." I shook my head as I leaned over the rest of the way to give him his kiss.
"I luhh you." He slurred.
"I love you too." I smiled before driving out of the lot.
--Skylar Holmes--
"I met your Geovanni." Krystal announced as she plopped down on my bed beside me.
"You did?" I asked as I sat up right.
"Yup, today at the grocery store." She nodded. "Mean as fuck, but he helped me with my groceries nonetheless and his dick print in his sweats huge as fuck."
"That's him alright." I confirmed.
"Nothing Krystal can't handle." She smirked. "Besides, he's not with Julliet. They're still fucking with feelings involved and he seems to respect and love her alot, but they are not together."
"How do you know?" I narrowed my eyes at her.
"The way sis' called to get his attention away from me wasn't very assertive. There are boundaries that held her back from being really demanding. Boundaries that read; I know we're not together, but we're still involved and I really hope that you're not about to toss me to the side." She smirked.
"You picked up all of that?" I asked in confused awe.
"It's called reading people. Try learning it sometime."
"So what was his reaction like?"
"It was a; I promise this is nothing, I only want you. Kinda vibe." She shrugged. "And he refused to exchange numbers, but I know I'd change his mind."
"Great." I smirked. "Just wonderful."
--Julliet Morrison--
"Hey Dad." I greeted as soon as he opened the door. "I'm here to drop some things off for Guilia." I informed him as I held up the diaper bag.
"Sure." He nodded with the cup of coffee in his hand. "Could we talk?" He asked as he took the diaper bag from me with his free hand and put it over his shoulder.
"No problem, sir." I accepted.
"Walk with me." He instructed, nodding, we made our way to the living room where we took seats in couches facing each other. "This promiscious behavior I'm hearing about is intolerable." He began, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Daddy, don't you think I've heard enough from Geovanni already?"
"You probably have, but you're my daughter and I raised you better than being a slut." He gritted.
I glared at him as I ground my teeth, and my lips turned up into a snarl.
"I am not a slut, Daddy." I opposed. "You're so fucking full of double standards. You used to let Geovanni fuck all his whores in your condo way before you signed it over to him." I spat. "I knew." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"How do you know about that?" He asked.
I sniffled a bit, feeling the waterworks about to turn on. "I was fifteen and he had just turned nineteen. He left the house one night a-after we had a petty argument and I followed him." I confessed. "Everytime he left after that, I knew where he went. I even heard him tell Elliott that you let him use his condo to fuck whores." I shrugged. "It kinda hurt, because I was already in love with him."
"It still doesn't give you the right to be out here acting loosely." He scolded, causing me to scoff.
"You know what, forget it." I stood up and started walking away.
"You'd learn one day." He called after me.
"I'm not even messing around." I snarled at him before leaving.
