✨Phillip Hamilton✨

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(I have to do research on a serial killer for my Touch of Evil class project and I don't wanna do that so here's a shitty story for ya'll, also kind of mad that my teacher wouldn't let me do Bonnie and Clyde)

-Your POV-
"Phillip, your dad will be home soon." I said as her pushed my lightly towards his bed. See me and Phillip aren't allowed to see each other because I'm the daughter Thomas Jefferson and his the son of Alexander Hamilton and they don't like each other that much but I love Phillip and no matter what they say we will always find away to be together. "Does it look like I care, let him catch us. Let him see me make love to the women I love." I blushed as he climbed on top of me. "I love you Phillip." I whispered as his kissed me "I love you more Y/n." His hands roamed my body when the door opened where an angry Alexander was standing "Phillip Hamilton!" He yelled Phillip day up and so did I. "Um dad what are you doing here? You aren't supposed to be-." "Shut it Phillip. Young lady would you like to explain yourself?" He asked with arms crossed "I'm sorry sir. I'm ashamed of myself, I should be going." I looked at Phillip who had tears in his eyes "no baby don't go." He grabbed my arm stopping me "listen, you and Mr. Jefferson may hate each other but me and Y/n, we love each other and it's true love father! And-and I don't care what you say cause I love this women more then anything." I let out a sighed and went over to Phillip wrapped my arms around his waist. The older man looked at us and sighed shacking his head. "I've tried so hard to keep you apart but I guess it's impossible. Do you really love her Phillip? Cause I'm going to get along with Jefferson just to have it some puppy love." Phillip looked at me nodded "I want to marry her." I smiled up at him and pecked his lips. "Ok then." Then he left leaving us alone in the bedroom. Phillip went over and shit the door "that went well." He said with a smirk plastered on his face. I nodded "very well, now where were we?" "I forgot, you want to remind me?" I nodded and pulled him into a kiss.

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