After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
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Brutus pushed open the hospital room door, the soft creak of the hinges cutting through the quiet hum of the machines. He stepped inside, his gaze immediately landing on Amir, who lay unconscious on the bed, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. But it wasn't Amir that held Brutus's attention for long. Standing beside the bed was Delicious, her back turned to him as she adjusted the blanket over Amir. The dim lighting of the room only seemed to emphasize her figure, her long black dress clinging to her in all the right places. The fabric flowed like liquid silk, its daring cut highlighting her small waist and the graceful curve of her hips. The low back of the dress revealed smooth, flawless skin, and the slit running up one leg teased with every subtle movement she made.
Brutus cleared his throat, more forcefully than he intended, and Delicious turned, her eyes widening briefly before a sly smile tugged at her lips. Delicious looked up, startled. She had barely noticed the door opening, lost in her thoughts as she sat vigil beside Amir. Her weary expression shifted to one of surprise as she took in Brutus's imposing figure. Something about the way his broad shoulders filled the uniform, the crisp lines of his attire highlighting his strong build, struck her in an unexpected way. For a fleeting moment, her mind betrayed her, and vivid thoughts about him flickered—thoughts she quickly pushed aside, frowning as guilt crept in.
Her eyes darted back to Amir, her baby, her heart. He looked so small and vulnerable beneath the stark white sheets, his face pale, his body still from the trauma of the stabbing. Delicious clenched her fists, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. She refused to cry. Not here. Not now. She had to be strong for Amir, even as her chest tightened with a storm of emotions.
"Checking in on Amir?" she asked, her voice soft but tinged with that ever-present teasing edge. Brutus struggled to find his voice, his gaze flicking between her face and the dress that seemed almost too perfect for the occasion. Brutus came from the palace straight to the hospital. Usually he would stay in the palace and flirt with the women but for once he no longer on longed for that. Amir and Delicious's face played through out his mind making him unable to stay. One Amir was injured and two Delicious had no one by her side and he had to comfort her during this rough time. Before Brutus walked in he was so nervous that he started to tremble. His legs trembled and his hands shook as he walked the steps to Amir's hospital room. A general who slaughtered hundreds and trained under harsh conditions while fasting for 60 days was nervous. If his father saw Brutus he would probably slap him but emotions were something unexplained.
