My life with a thug

Chapter 13

D's P.O.V.

Couple weeks later

I sat on the bed, feet propped up, eating a bag of sour skittles. It's been a
a brick since I got saved and brung in as family. Kiah, Omari, Rose were so loving and caring. I have never been so happy or felt so joyous. All I can do and say is thank you god. We went and got my birth certificate, got my papers on me, I went to the doctor and because of those men using protection I was good. Everything was looking up for me.

The door opened and Omari came in, bringing with him a lemon iced tea, the drink I began to favor. I forgave Omari and I seemed to have grown on him. We got closer. I told him everything that happened to me and he was very understanding. Haven't shed any tears since I been here, nothing but all smiles."I aint know if you wanted something else, so I just got this."

"No your fine. Thank you." He sat at the end of the bed and laid his heavy ass head on my leg. In the past few weeks which seemed so short, I have gotten to know Omari bit by bit. He liked to read, he was clumsy at times, he loved ghetto girls, which I still couldn't understand. Sometimes I doubted that because I would catch him eyeing me from time to time. I couldn't lie, Omari was handsome and sometimes I wandered what his-. Anyway, he looks at me no different because of what my uncle put me through. He treats me as though nothing has ever happened.

"What are you watching? You know there's other channels right?" I smiled lightly. A couple days after staying with Rose. Omari decided that I should stay with him, which I didn't want at first. I was afraid that he would hurt me. But my trust built and now I've been staying in his bed, while he slept downstairs. I didn't understand why he didn't want me to sleep in the guest room. All he kept saying was 'your not a guest.' Blah.

"Yes I do know. But its interested. I like science shows. You'll learn from it if you pay attention." Due to my lack of education, I wasn't dumb but I did need to learn what I was supposed to. Rose was putting me in school for my senior year, and I had a couple months to get back on the grind. I'll be damned if I looked stupid in front of anyone.

Omari turned over and rested his sharp ass chin on my leg. Damn fuck wrong with this nigga body. Either its heavy, sharp, or fucking I don't know."Your a smart girl." I looked away, he sighed. I know he hated that. I just wasn't used to all the attention, from a man. Usually they were disgusting and uh. I'm trying to put that behind me. I don't even like to think about it. As long as my uncle stays away from me I'm perfectly fine."I hate when you do that. Do I still frighten you?"

I shook my head."No, I'm just not used to being called that." He sat up and pulled my legs towards his lap. I flustered at the position we was in. I know that Omari came off flirty or attracted to me. But this was way past the comfort zone. I don't if I should get away from him to prevent him from hurting me or ........

"Well get used to it. Your fucking beautiful, your eyes, your mind, your smile, everything about you is fucking beautiful." I bit my lip numbly as he looked me in the eye. I HAD to look away I couldn't take the pressure. Why was he doing this to me. I felt my heart pump, my stomach jump, my body felt...tingly. I've never felt this before for a man and it scared me a little.

I looked down at the sheets, only to have my chin guided upwards. We were eye to eye, a little to close. I could feel my hands shaking badly.

"Don't look away from." He said softly. I looked down at his mouth, he had in bottom grills, and I liked when he put them in. We were so close I could see the little embedded diamonds spelling out his name on the grill. His light breathing tickled the skin above my lips. It made my skin feel all staticky I've never felt like this before. He gripped the base of my neck. Oh my god is he tryna kill me. I joked in my head. He tilted his head and his his lips pressed against mine.

They were so soft, a little wet, so just right. I've never kissed a man on my own will. Omari made me feel so out of zone. He circled his tounge around my bottom lip, gripping my neck lightly which I kinda liked. I could feel my body rocking from the inside. Why did I feel like this? I couldn't handle it, I wasn't used to this.

I pulled back in hurry, looking at him with a dazed glance. I bit my lip numbly, they were still tingly as if he was still kissing me.

"I'm sorry." Omari licked his lips and stared at me as if he had hurt me.

He didn't.

"Don't be. It's just I couldn't handle it."

He smirked a little."Well damn I ain't know I was like that." I threw the pillow at him, he blocked it and laughed." I understand ma. I understand." I smiled lightly. he rubbed his waves as he looked down at his lap. I quickly grabbed his chin and pecked his lips before climbing off the bed, leaving him there.

Bold wasn't it?

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