by A. A. Davies
He gives me a sad smile as he unlocks the doors. “I’m glad, Bella Boop.”
I despise how uncomfortable things are between us now. I have so many thoughts going through my mind, though, the ones rising to the surface now are about the girl in the photo. “What was her name? My mother?”
He sighs and looks in the rearview before answering. “Amaya.” Glancing over to me, he sighs. “We were thirteen. We had no business having sex much less a kid. Her parents pushed for an abortion, but you know how Mom and Dad are. When I couldn’t take care of you, they did. They are your parents. This doesn’t change that. For what it’s worth, we thought we were protecting you.”
I really am trying to understand. I’m nineteen and can’t imagine being a parent. At thirteen it would have been impossible. “I want to get it, okay? I just need time.”
“That I can give you.”
As soon as we get back to the apartment, he tells me to call Mom. “Go easy on her. She’s a wreck over this.”
Sunday night I was so furious, I blocked her number. Today, I’m not sure what I feel, so I let her talk and try to hear her out as she sobs her apology. I hate it when she cries. I know they love me, all of them, but I also loathe that they deceived me my entire life. Once I finally calm her down, I tell her I love her and hang up to meet Adam in the kitchen.
Unsurprisingly, he’s pouring himself a drink. “You want one?”
“Sure.” I lean against the counter and cross my arms.
He throws back his shot and sighs. “What’s it gonna take for us to get back to normal?”
Normal? What does that even look like? “I don’t know if we’ll ever get back to that, although you can start by not lying to me again.”
He nods, and I don’t understand why my eyes go to the crotch of his basketball shorts. The bulge is defined, and now I know how impressive he is under there. I unintentionally cross my ankles as the memories of him thrusting into me try to overwhelm my thoughts.
“Do you have any questions? I’ll answer anything.”
“Where’s Amaya?
He rubs the back of his neck, glancing up to the ceiling. “Last I heard, her and her family moved to Daytona Beach. I haven’t spoken to her since you were born.”
“Did she ever want to see me? Even try to be part of my life?” As the question falls from my lips, I’m unsure if I want the answer. My whole life, I thought I was a surprise…not a mistake.
“I hurt her, Isabela. I’m sure her absence in your life had a lot to do with you being part of me. Try not to take it personally. She was a kid.”
Honestly, I don’t know if I’d want to meet her. Regardless of when I have children, I don’t think I could ever let them go. She chose to not be a part of my life. That’s on her. I don’t care what Adam did. I suddenly realize my life could have taken a much darker turn, and I have him and my parents to thank for it.
“Is there anything you haven’t told me? Are there anymore lies?”
He grips the counter’s edge, and I think he’s going to ignore the question until he finally says, “I’m still struggling with how I see you now. I…I don’t know how to stop it.” Looking up to me, his eyebrows scrunch over his shame filled eyes. “I don’t want to want you, Isabela.”
I wish I could kiss away the pain he’s feeling, but I know exactly what he means. I don’t want to want him the way that I do either.
X: Goodbye
Adam
The small, heartbroken smile on her face somehow makes my chest ache and my dick hard at the same time. I fucking hate this. She walks to me with slow steps.
“I don’t regret being with you.” Inching closer, she takes my hand. “I know it never should have happened, and yet I still want you.”
Releasing me, she slowly touches the obvious erection in my shorts. I need her to stop. This can’t happen again. Telling myself to move her hand does nothing when I reach out to grab the back of her neck and crash my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth, breaking any resolve I may have had.
“This is the last time, Isabela. It has to be.”
She nods, kissing my neck as she undoes my pants. Her body slides down mine to the floor, and my cock lurches at the thought of feeling her mouth again. I drop my head back, groaning as her tongue licks my shaft. When she takes me in her mouth, she goes as far as she can before gagging. She looks so damn hot doing this.
Everything about this is one hundred percent obscene. Even though our relationship is unconventional, she is my daughter. I thrust between her lips, whispering under my breath how perfect this feels.
I have to stop this. Gripping her hair, I take her off me, nodding for her to stand up. She obeys, and we don’t break eye contact as I find myself undoing the button of her tight denims. I tug on the fabric, kissing down her legs.
Standing to my feet, I nip at her neck as my fingers grip the elastic of her panties. “Sit on the counter. I want to kiss your pussy.” Her cheeks flush as her underwear falls to the floor. She does what I ask, revealing her swollen, delicious looking clit peeking out from between her lips. I grip her thighs, lowering my head between her legs. My tongue darts out to taste her, and at first, she slowly rolls her hips, thrusting against my tongue, but after a while, she pushes down on my head and grinds against my face.
“Oh, my God, Adam…” I take her engorged bundle between my lips, and she gasps. “Fuck, your mouth... I’m gonna come.”
I squeeze her legs and savor her taste, knowing I won’t ever be able to do this again. I don’t stop until the pulsating of her entrance vibrates against my tongue with her orgasm. She shakes above me, moaning out her pleasure. My hands reach out to grab her waist and move her to the edge of the counter. “This is the last time.” At this point, I’m not sure if I’m saying this for her benefit or my own.
She kisses me roughly before giving me a coy grin. “Then let’s make it count, Daddy.”
The comment should turn me off, yet my cock twitches at the term of endearment. “Don’t call me that,” I snap even with a sick part of me hoping she does so again.
With a knowing smile, she grabs my dick to guide it inside of her. Her hips rotate, showing me that she knows how to fuck better than she should.
I suddenly don’t want our last time to be on the kitchen counter. Gripping her waist, I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me. I keep myself inside her as I carry her out of the kitchen. Her arms hug my neck, and she doesn’t waste a single second, bouncing her body as I walk her to my room.
I lay her down on my bed, kissing every inch, memorizing every curve. There’s no way this could work between us. I should be grateful I was able to have what I got. I just can’t shake the solemnness that things won’t ever be the same again.
My thrusts are slow and gentle and somehow, it’s more intense than it ever has been.
“I love you, Adam,” she whispers between her gasps. “I always will. I promise.”
Slipping into consciousness, I flutter my eyes open and reach across my bed for Isabela. She fell asleep in my arms last night. My fingers find only empty sheets until a piece of paper crinkles beneath my palm. I sit up in a panic, feverishly scanning over the words.
Adam,
I know, a paper note? What is this? 2004? I just really felt like what I had to say didn’t belong in a text. The most important thing I want you to know is that I love you, and I’m happy that we were able to be together the way we were. I will never regret it, and I will never forget it, but I don’t know how to deal with what I’m feeling, and it will be impossible to figure it out living with you. You have always been there when I needed you. Right now, though, I need some time. I forgive you for lying to me, and I understand why you did it. I’m going to crash with Jessie for a few days, so I’ll be safe. I love you so much, Adam. More than I should. See you around.
XOXO,
Bella Boop
I stare at the words for I don’t know how long, hating myself for driving her to this. Like her,
I’d never want to change what happened between us. Even if I could, it’s likely that I would repeat history. I loved having her here.
Picking up my phone, I find her contact. My finger hovers over the call button before I sigh and drop it on my bed.
She asked for time. It’s the least I can do after everything.
XI: Major Change
Isabela
TWO MONTHS LATER…
My keys jingle in my hand, and I grab my bag when Jessie walks in, kicking off her sandals. “Heard anything yet?” she asks.
“I swear you’ll be the first to know.”
She’s only being supportive, but her asking about it twice a day puts me on edge. A few weeks ago, I met with my academic advisor about changing my major from marketing and communications to fine arts. I’m still waiting to hear if I got accepted into the program, so I haven’t informed my parents of this decision yet. Although Adam inspired me to follow my dreams, I’m terrified I’m making a huge mistake. I pray it works out as well for me as it did for him. “I’m gonna run to the market. You need anything?”
“Nah, I’m good... unless you want to grab me a matcha from the coffee shop?”
I grin at her. “You got it.” She lets me stay here the nights I can’t deal with my parents and never makes me feel like a burden, so I’ll get her as many matcha lattes as she wants.
On the way to my car, I re-read the last text from Adam.
Adam: I love you so much, and I miss you like crazy. Please stay safe.
I haven’t responded because I know he was probably drunk since he sent it at two o’clock in the morning, plus everything I want to say would only make this whole situation worse. We’ve only seen each other once since I left, and it was even more painful than I’d imagined it would be. We had to fight so hard not to touch each other inappropriately that we could barely hug. I hated it.
Not living with him has done nothing to satiate my desire for him which proves that leaving was the right choice. Even if it was one of the hardest ones I’ve ever had to make. There’s no way it can work between us, and being there with him would have made it impossible to end things. I know I hurt him, which was the last thing I wanted, so I have to believe that my choice was the right one.
I haven’t been able to bring myself to sleep with anyone since Adam. It’s as if I’m scared it will make it seem like a dream or that it never happened, and I’m not ready to erase him yet.
Once I arrive at the market, I make my way to the feminine products. I take a big breath as I scan through my choices. Some of these are fucking expensive. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to do this. Remembering to take my birth control every day isn’t my strong suit, and being in college is stressful, so my period whacks out all the time.
With some vegetables and a jar of grapefruit juice, I drive to the gas station. Obviously, I love Jessie, but there’s no way I could take a pregnancy test at her dorm without her asking a million questions and I’m definitely not doing it at my parent’s house. She knows I haven’t hooked up in sixty-three days—I’m counting— and she gives me shit about it. She’d have too many questions, and I never told her about me and Adam. I walk to the bathroom and pull the box from my purse.
After peeing on the little tab, I stare in the mirror for the three minutes it takes to show the result. I’m psyching myself out. There’s no way Mother Nature would be that big of a bitch. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before looking down at the test. My skin instantly beads with sweat and my breathing becomes shallow. As my heart pounds in my chest, two bright pink lines stare up at me.
No. This can’t be happening. I stare at my reflection in horror as the information soaks into my brain.
“Fuck.”
Books by Charity B.
Series: Candy Coated Chaos (Sweet Treats #1)
Sweetened Suffering (Sweet Treats #2)
Cupcakes and Crooked Spoons (Sweet Treats #3)
About Charity B.
Charity B. lives in Wichita Kansas with her husband and ornery little boy. She released her debut series, the Sweet Treats Trilogy, in 2018 and is constantly working on her next release. She has always loved to read and write, but began her love affair with dark romance when she read C.J. Robert's The Dark Duet. She has a passion for the disturbing and sexy and wants nothing more than to give her readers the ultimate book hangover. In her spare time, when she's not chasing her son, she enjoys reading, the occasional T.V. show binge, and is deeply inspired by music.
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