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.
"Jules?" I called from the moment I entered the house. The dream I had the other night had me shook and I really have some type of fear that I'm going to lose her somehow.
"I'm in the bath!" She called back, making me a blow out a sight of relief.
"Want company?" I called back as I bit my lower lip while I began shrugging out of my clothes.
"I have enough!" She called back, warning me that the kids were in there with her. There goes any hope of after work sex I had.
Sighing, I continued removing my business wear, until I was down to just my undergarments and made my way up the stairs and into the bathroom where everyone seemingly were.
"Daddy!" Guilia yelled excitedly from the tub. Both her and her brother wre butt ass naked, but Julliet wore bra and panties.
"Wassup mama?" I smiled at Lia.
"I good." She cheesed. "Mommy, I wanna get rinsed now, I wanna go with Daddy." She pouted,causing her mother to shake her head at her.
"Just going to ditch me for your father." Julliet whined. "Ungrateful I tell ya'. After a the fun we had today."
"Don't guilt trip my baby." I warned Julliet. I glanced quickly at Guilia who was paying us no mind, but trying to get rinsed, I bit my lips at Julliet and grabbed my dick in my shorts. "I wanna give you some of this." I mouthed to her, making her eyes go wide and her cheeks turn red.
"Stop!" She mouthed back, making me chuckle. Lia turned around and looked between us.
"What's so funny?" Lia asked in her tiny, innocent voice.
"Nothing baby." I tried convincing her as I watched her stretch for me. Pulling her towel off the rack, I walked to the edge of the tub, wrapped her in the towel and lifted her out.
"When I get dressed, could we watch a movie?" She pouted.
"Of course, baby." I kissed her chubby little cheeks as I made my way to the bedroom with her.
--Julliet Parris--
"Hey." I smiled as I slid into the booth across from Skylar.
"Hey." She smiled back.
"How have you been?" I asked.
"I'm ok. Just figuring life out."
"As you should be doing." I encouraged. If my husband new that I was talking to Skylar again, he would probably kill me, but people change right? I mean, she has a fiancé and her life seems to be going really well.
"You've got your life figured out." She shrugged.
"That is not true." I sighed. "My husband and I are still trying to maneuver some things in marriage and overall life together, so we definitely do not have it all figured out."
"Well it must be crazy for you raising someone else's kid, huh?"
"It's challenging, but I knew what I signed up for when it comes to him. I didn't have take the responsibility of caring for him, I could've let him be solely Geo's issue, but my husband and I are a team." I informed her.
"That's a beautiful analogy." She complimented.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"You're welcome." She returned my smile.
--Geovanni Parris--
"I think Skylar's plotting." I confided in Elliott.
"She approached you on some shit?" He asked.
"Nah, I had a dream." I briefly informed him.
"So now you're paranoid?" He asked.
"Yeah man. I don't want anyone hurting Jules." I explained. "Even worse, taking her from me."
"You're not talking to her though. So, she shouldn't be an issue. You think Julliet has been in contact with her?"
"I don't think Jules is that damn wreckless." I stated as I fanned off the weed he was trying to hand to me.
"You don't smoke no more?" He questioned.
"Nah." I shook my head. "Jules don't want me to." His agg ass started laughing.
"You're so pussy whipped." He laughed.
"Didn't Thalia sell your your PlayStation?" I asked, making him mug me. "You just as pussy whipped as me. Only difference is, I'm married." I spun the wedding band around my finger.
"You're pussy whipped and pussy cuffed. Pussy not letting you go nowhere." He retorted.
"Man, shut up. At least the pussy good."
"For the record, I would still fuck your wife if she's down." He shrugged. I whacked his ass across the back one good time.
"Hey, don't put your scrawny ass hands on me." He mugged as he attempted to rub the spot.
"Don't talk about my wife." He whacked me behind the neck before standing up and running off, making me get up and chase his ass. "I'm whopping your ass, Elliott!" I yelled.
"Gotta catch me first, Daddy Long Legs looking ass." He yelled back.
I'm going to kill this mother fucker.
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My wife had to be one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I thought as I watched her story on Instagram. Then looked up over my phone to watch her as she sat in the opposite couch bottle feeding Krystopher.
Pretty pon d gram and pretty inna real life.
Julliet had the stupid song stuck in my head. She kept listening to it over and over again. Despite the fact that it exactly describes her, it was too damn sus to be stuck in my head.
"Stop staring." She blushed.
"You're beautiful, it's hard not to." I replied honestly.
"Remember when you used to tell me, can I have my face back?" She asked.
"Yeah, you used to stare a lot." I reminded her.
"Because, I thought you were cute, but you always had to be an asshole and ruin the moment." She smirked.
"And when you stared at me like that I wanted to bnd you over and fuck your little ass untill ou squirted all over the both of us, so being an asshole seemed like the more gentleman like think to do " I smirked at her as her eyes went wide and he blush deepened.
