Chapter 1
~I was a girl who just had things handed down to me. I never had to look over my shoulder or worry about a meal. I met the love of my life, Phil, in college. He wasn’t the type I would go for. I was more for the good grades, football or basketball type of boy. But, he was different. His love felt real. The way he treated me was the thing in life I needed. He filled me with so much joy. And when I lost that man of mine. I lost me. I struggled for years to find myself again. Then when I opened my clothing store across another man Killa. He was way different than Phil. We argue most days and he was a cheater. When I found out what he did to my baby. I was scared and didn’t know what to do. But, fuck me talking let’s get into my story. Starting off 6 years into my life after I lost Phil~ Zara
6 years later
Zara was nestled comfortably in her living room, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light around the space as she enjoyed her favorite show. The clock on the wall chimed 9 PM when suddenly, a knock echoed through her cozy apartment, breaking the tranquility of the evening. With a smile spreading across her face, she rose from her seat and approached the door. As she opened it, she was greeted by Killa’s familiar presence. “Hey,” she exclaimed, stepping forward to wrap her arms around him in a warm embrace, savoring the moment. “Sup baby?” he replied, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek, which sent a flutter of happiness through her. Their chemistry was undeniable; they had been inseparable for the last three months since her shop had opened directly across from his bustling barbershop.
“You’re smelling good, as usual,” Zara complimented, catching a hint of his cologne as she shut the door and walked back into the living room, Killa following closely behind. His smile was infectious as he responded, “Shit, you stay smelling good,” making her chuckle in delight. “Thirsty?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Nah, I got my drink right here,” he said, reaching into a small bag he had brought and pulling out a sleek bottle of liquor, pouring himself a generous glass.
Zara turned to her refrigerator, opening the door to reveal a selection of beverages. She chose a bottle of her favorite red wine and retrieved a glass from the cabinet, the delicate clinking sound echoing in the quiet room as she moved. As she entered the living room again, Killa was already engrossed in picking out a movie to watch together.
However, her enjoyment quickly turned to dismay as she approached and saw him selecting a scary movie. “Hell no!” she exclaimed, shaking her head animatedly. Killa laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. “What? Are you scared?” he teased, leaning back in her plush couch.
“I just don’t do many scary movies,” she confessed, her laughter blending with his. The lighthearted banter filled the air, the comfort of their friendship evident in their easy dialogue. “Yo ass is staying if we’re watching this,” Killa declared, declaring his intention as he confidently pressed play. Zara couldn’t help but roll her eyes but felt a deep sense of affection for the moment they shared, settling in next to him, ready to face the frightful adventure on the screen together as Halloween came on. Zara grabs her blanket getting on the couch next to him. “Come here,” he said grabbing her and moving her across his legs so she could lay. “Scary ass,” he said
“Shut up,” she put the cover over her as he touched her leg with his left hand. Both of their eyes shifted toward the TV as the movie begins.
An hour later
Zara was scared as hell having the cover over her mouth. “Shit'll leave her ass too,” Killa laughed, seeing her all scared and shit. He was the type to be scared of movies. He just enjoyed the way they played the shit out. “You dead ass wrong,” Zara looked at him, then smiled. “If you see me run. Do what black people do. Run with their ass don’t even look. You know how it is”
“No, he just left her. So yo ass would leave me?”.
“Damn near,” laughing, he leaned over, kissing her on the cheek. Knowing she can be a bug ass baby. Nah I’m just playing. I can’t do you like that,” he said, looking at her in the eyes.
“Awe okay. Cause we were gone have a problem” He grabs her chin, kissing her. “Shit, I ain’t letting no nigga touch you. Well, white man,” he says as they both laugh. “I don’t know why you holding out on a nigga” he said referring to them having sex. As Killa sat across from Zara, he could sense the weight of her struggles. Their conversation took a serious turn as Zara hesitated to fully engage in their budding relationship. “You know why,” she admitted, the vulnerability in her voice reflecting a deep-seated fear rooted in her past. Killa listened intently, understanding that the scars from her previous relationship ran deep, leaving her apprehensive about intimacy. After a three-year absence from that chapter of her life, she still felt the lingering shadows of her history.
Zara had wanted to take her time with Killa, to open up at her own pace. “Yeah, I know it’s been three years,” Killa replied, trying to reassure her. “Obviously, you ain’t with the nigga no more. His loss.” But as the words left his lips, Zara’s demeanor changed entirely. Her face fell, and the light in her eyes dimmed as painful memories washed over her.
“He died, Killa,” she revealed, her voice trembling with emotion. Zara’s heart ached as the image of that horrific night flooded her mind, the memory searing into her consciousness. She recalled the chilling sight of Phil, her former partner, lying motionless with blood spilling from a gunshot wound to his head. The vision haunted her for months, and even now, it felt like a shadow creeping into her present. “Damn, I’m sorry,” Killa responded, genuine concern etched across his face. “What happened?”
“He was shot in the head,” Zara explained, her voice barely above a whisper. “He was just getting out of his car.”
“Sorry about that. What was his name? I might know him,” Killa asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Phil,” Zara said, her tone heavy with sorrow.
A tension hung in the air as Killa absorbed her words. Recognition flashed in his eyes. He knew exactly who Phil was; their paths had crossed in darker times. Killa had been involved in the very circumstances that led to Phil’s death, but he had never connected the dots that Phil was Zara’s long-term boyfriend. “How long were y’all dating?” he inquired, though he feared the answer. “Three years,” Zara replied, the pain of that lost relationship evident in her tone. Killa felt an overwhelming sense of empathy as Zara’s story unfolded. “I understand why now,” he said softly, his heart aching for her loss. “I’m really sorry about that.” Recognizing the emotional burden she carried, he added, “It’s cool though; we ain’t got to do anything until you’re ready.” He hoped to change the subject, providing her with a sense of freedom.
Yet, Zara’s resolve surprised him. “I am ready,” she insisted, reaching out to him with determination. Her fingers brushed against his, signaling her willingness to bridge the gap between them, no matter how difficult theing his face and kissing him. He lifts her putting her on top of him as she takes her shirt off. He rubs his hands around her ass. He felt like he won by taking this nigga bitch now. Zara lends down kissing him as he pulled down his pants and boxers. He slightly lifts her putting his dick in. She moans leaning up. He starts bouncing her up and down seeing her hair come out of the ponytail falling. She was beautiful as hell. He was feeling her very much. He turns her over getting on top of her putting her hands over her head sticking his dick back in slow stroking her seeing her head fall back and her back bend. She felt good as fuck to him and he see why Phil was with her for 5 years. But now he needed it for his sake. Turning her over, sticking it back in, slapping her ass, cramping her until he comes all over her ass. “Damn. I see why he ain’t let you go,” he said, getting up.
The next morning
Zara gets up seeing Killa knocked out in her bed. She walks into the kitchen fixing breakfast for both of them. An hour later, Killa wakes up, comes to the kitchen, and sees her in a robe looking good. “I made breakfast. You just in time,” she smiled, fixing his plate and seeing him come up. He wasn’t thinking about breakfast in that moment, he wanted Zara for breakfast. “Yeah I’ll get my second plate in a minute”
“Second plate? “ Killa grabbed her waist, kissing her. “You my breakfast,” he picked her up kissing her neck, and laying her back on the island. Sliding her panties off. He rubs his hands up her legs as she spreads them for him, as his tongue meets her clit. Eating her out seeing her mouth open. “Breakfast,” twirling his touch around her clit, Zara grabs his head as she watches him. Kissing up her thighs, their lips met. Killa wanted Zara badly. Zara grabs his dick sticking inside herself. Feeling Killa go deep. I moan, laying back on the island as he plays with my pussy. My legs began to shake as he sped up. . “keep them up,” Killa smiled, seeing her legs fall. He grabs them as he goes in and out of her. She lifts her head biting her lip as they look eye to eye. Killa pulled out giving in. He noticed Zara looking at him Dangerously. “Toxic,” he giggled, putting his dick back inside his boxer.
