Sweeter Than Honey.

hello there, old friend. [1]

Genesis

I had kissed plenty of bitches before but this kiss was different. It was soft, passionate and sweet. Her breath reeked of coffee but I didn't mind. Coffee always had a lingering smell and taste to it after you drink it. She pressed her lips against mine and kissed me gently. She didn't try to force her tongue or anything and I enjoyed that. I closed my eyes and she pulled away.

"Have you done this before?" Her hands were freezing as she caressed my stomach under my coat. Hell naw, I wanted to say, but I didn't.

"Kissed a white girl?"

"Fucked a white girl.." Her eyes gazed over mine and I swallowed a lump in my throat. I didn't even know her. We only talked briefly and now here we were, kissing in the bathroom stall. Her hands traveled up to my bra.

"No.."

"So I'll be your first?" I took her hands and pulled them off of me. This wasn't right. I was supposed to be checking on my daughter.

"I can't do this." I sighed and looked down at my shoes. She used her index finger to lift my chin up. "And why not?"

"Natalia... I don't even know you."

"It's Nixon." She corrected sternly and sighed again. "Look I'm sorry, but I can't do this." I backed away from her and she folded her arms over her chest.

"Why not?"

"I just said that it's not right. Listen, you're probably a really nice girl and I'm sorry I gave you the wrong signals but I have to do." I reached for the lock on the bathroom stall but she blocked it. I looked up at her like she was crazy.

"Bitch are you cra-" My words were silenced when she smashed her lips against mine. I pushed her off of me, making her stumble backwards and I wiped my mouth.

"You crazy bitch!" I spat and she looked at me. She then grinned, grabbed my neck forcefully and kissed me harder. This time, I didn't fight her.

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It had been an hour and I stumbled out of the bathroom like a crazy person. I hadn't even checked my appearance, I just knew I looked crazy. I brushed my hair out of my face and checked my breath already knowing it smelt like pussy. I had never in my life experienced head that great. Who knew thin lip Lauren could do all of that.

I rushed up the stairs to tend to my daughter but stopped when I heard his voice. What the fuck was he doing here? Who the fuck had invited him?

"Genesis." His deep voice went through one ear and out the other. I balled up my fist and turned around. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I said to him and he walked closer to me.

"Why didn't you tell me Mykah was in the hospital? And why do you look so..." He eyed me up and down. "Dishelved."

"You don't care about shit but yourself! I wouldn't tell you shit about what's going on with her if a gun was was pointed to my head."

"Why you gotta be like that huh? Why you gotta be so bitter?" He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "You still pressed over that shit? Get over it."

I scuffed and kissed my teeth. "Never pressed sweetheart. You just have no right showing up here after all this time."

"Just because me and you fell off doesn't mean I have to stop speaking with my daughter-"

"She's not your daughter. She's your step daughter." I interrupted.

"Does she not call me daddy?" He smirked. "You did too at one point."

I rolled my eyes and looked into his. He was still so fine. We were 8 years apart but he was mature and that's why I proposed. Yes, you heard me correctly.
He had all the qualities I looked for in a man and he treated me and Mykah so well. He had a steady job, didn't make as much as me, but he was doing well. He always catered to my needs and treated my daughter like his very own. But that was years ago.

"When did you get a nose piercing?" I examined his face, noticing a stud in his ear. It completed his face well.

"A few months ago. Roxy suggested I get it done. We got ours together." He just had to bring up that bitches name. She made me hate white people. Roxy stole my man who should still be my man but he's hers instead.

I guessed he noticed my facial expression changed and cleared his throat. "So where's my girl at? Which room?"

My eyes began to water. He cared for Mykah so much. I wished we never would've gotten an divorced . I wished I there more to be with and for him. I was too busy consumed with my business to even worry about him. It was my fault.

"Gen it's not your fault." It was as if he could read my mind. I looked up at him at the verge of crying but I didn't. I couldn't. Not in front of him.

"I'm sorry." Was all I said. "She's in room 4B. Her boyfriend is in the room across from hers." He nodded his head and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I still have love for you Gen. Don't you forget it." He walked around me and headed up the stairs. I covered my eyes with my hands and cried.

I heard footsteps approaching and I looked up once again. It was August. I instantly dried my tears. "What the hell August? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Baby are you okay?" He rescued out to touch my face. "Who is that guy you were talking to? Did he hurt you?" I stared at him and shook my head.

"August get away from me. Go home! Matter of fact, stay the fuck away from me!" I yelled in his face and turned to walk away.

"Genesis.. please. Come back here now!" He demanded like he had some type of authority over me but I kept walking. I had to go check on my paralyzed daughter.