𝐨𝐨𝐨. she's the girl next door.ᐟ nice but naughty a heart that's 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄.. ⤷ @slimegetem.

Xelahni made it as far as the gas station before her foot gave out on her " yo you good ?" She jumped at the voice and nodded " you sure ? Yo foot look funny asl" she looked down at her foot and started crying because the pain started to hit her since her adrenaline went away . " I ..I think I sprung my ankle ." The guy nodded and went to pick her up and she flinched " I'm not gonna hurt you , what's ya name ?" She looked in his eyes " Pooh"he chuckled and nodded " okay Pooh lemme help you get to the hospital okay ?" She was hesitant but agreed anyways " I didn't get your name " he placed her in the front seat " you can call me p" she nodded and held her bag closely to her " when's the last time you showered ?" She shrugged because she genuinely didn't remember her parents never allowed her to bathe they always came in and wiped her down for their next customer. " well okay" They made it to the hospital in no time " aye can I get some help she gotta sprained ankle I think , her shit look funny" the nurse helped Xalahni out the car and into a wheelchair " okay we can take it from here" he nodded and disappeared.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

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"You're wet already, princess?" he tsked, his voice raspy. I closed my eyes, hating how much I was enjoying this. "Open them," he said, "and look at me. Then tell me that white boy can't make you feel like this." His hands moved rhythmically over my covered folds, and my back arched at the sensation. I reluctantly opened my eyes. "Please, Saint-" I started, but he slowed torturously, almost unmoving. I tried to move against him, but it was useless. "That's not my name to you, Lelani," he whispered. "Be the good girl you are and say it." I folded. I fucking folded under minimum pressure. "Liam can't make me feel like you do, Christian," I admitted needily. He smiled, genuinely smiled, before nodding. He quickly discarded my panties, pressing a kiss to my inner thighs. The cold air against my bare skin sent goosebumps across my body. Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵-𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵? None 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

"𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬." 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵. "𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵-" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. "𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 ... 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 ... 𝘣𝘢𝘥?" 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩. "𝘉𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘋." "𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. "𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺-" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵." 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺. "𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦."

𝘚𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦: 𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖨 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌? ~𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗌 & 𝖣𝖾𝗃 𝖫𝗈𝖺𝖿 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤: 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣' 𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚. ~𝙆𝙚𝙮𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀: "𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝖽? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌?" ~𝖵. 𝖡𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇

The Story of Zahra and Sakani

"What it's called when the patient grow feelings fa therapist?" He asked, and she chuckled, staring at him. "Transference."