"My name is Maurice." He finally answered, his eyes shifting away from hers, "Also, your arm is bleeding." He pointed to the wounds going down it.
Brielle lifted her arm, taking a quick glance.
"I know." She said softly, dropping her arm back to her side.
"Okay." He oddly responded, dribbling the ball between his small hands.
Brielle stared at his skills with recognition, given that she always watched basketball games with her mother on television.
She was intrigued, wanting to play basketball with the boy.
"Wanna be my friend?" She asked shyly, still watching the motions of the ball, before looking up at him, the beads in her hair rocking.
Maurice's face scrunched.
"Eww, no." His face tightened, "You're a girl." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing with disgust.
Brielle watched as he looked her up and down, as if she were either crazy or stupid, before he simply turned on his heel, dribbling the ball towards his friends.
She frowned, sadness and humiliation consuming her.
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^ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙.
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.
𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌
Claire is a chef with her own restaurant. Jasper is a carpenter who works from home. When Jasper moves in next door to Claire he doesn't know what to expect from the sassy Latina. And Claire is frustrated with her sexy rugged neighbor. These two clash and make the naughty seem, oh so nice!
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"Fuck is your problem?" he barks out. Seeing him with his wild hair and well-trimmed beard had me all hot and bothered. His commanding presence was the thing that lit a fire inside of me.
"My problem, you asshole, is that I have to be up in 3 hours and your buddy and bimbo Barbie over here are making a porno by my front door so fucking loud that bitch is gonna wake the dead. So, shut it down so I can sleep because in 3 hours I have a business to run" I bark back using my finger to poke at his chest.
"Damn, if you weren't crazy I'd try to fuck you," he laughed waving away my finger. His chest was so hard I could tell he worked out vigorously. People around us were staring.
"As if I'd let you. You couldn't handle me if I did, big boy," I huff then sweetly announce, "This is your warning honey." I turn strutting away making sure he sees how great my ass looks in this night shirt.