Cyn's Pov
"Martin! Martin! .." I watching the intro of a local television show called 'Martin'.
Erica haven't returned home yet and it rubbed me the wrong way. I was sexually frustrated and this made it worst.
"Fuck this!" I stuffed my hands inside my panties, rubbing my clit. My eyes went shut and I began to let out moans.
A knock on the door startled me.
"Now who the fu-" I groaned, kicking my feet up. I got up walking to the door, waiting for a name.
"Who is it?"
No response.
I stayed put a few more more minutes but not one person said anything. Curiosity beat me to the punch. I swung the door open.
"Who are y- the fuck!?" I stepped outside on the porch and realized no one was there.
"Haha very funny! Stop playin, yo mama a hoe anyways!" I bumped my foot into the metal plate and hissed in pain.
A white rose appeared on the ground, catching me totally off guard. I looked around before picking it up.
"How--" It had burnt tips with that oddly smell that I knew miles away. My breathing hitched up a bit.
How did he find me?
"Shit!" I cursed under my breathe and made my way back inside the house.
This can't be happening! Can it?
I grabbed my phone, dialing up Kway's number. The line was picked up after the first ring but not what I'd expected.
"Hello!? Kway!"
"H- fuck .. right there .." He moaned.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"God! Fuck DADDY!!" He grunted.
I scrunched my face up.
"Kway!?"
Lots of movements surrounded the background so I ended that call shortly. I rubbed my face, this nig jus- nevermind.
I shot Kway a text-
: when you done getting your ass toot up, come over, we gotta a serious problem!
then turned my phone off.
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Meanwhile ..
"Can I offer you something to drink?" He pulled out a wine bottle.
"No." I stared out the window.
"Hm." He chuckled. "You been a busy girl Mena."
"Tell me about it." I said, rolling my eyes.
They made a u-turn then sped up the vehicle passing the speed limit. I didn't nowhere we were going nor did I care enough to ask.
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Fallen Lights
ChickLit{Discontinued.} "Life have has many traits and just because you up, doesn't mean you can't crumble down." Erica Mena, a wild-card figure with many skeletons hidden in her closet. She's known to keep things at ease and always shine on Top. Nowadays...
