LOGINCierra.
I fumbled, my heart hammering against my chest as I whispered, “Uh… uh… can I make a call?” He paused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, blue eyes glinting in the dim light. “Uh… sure, sure,” he said casually, though I could feel the tension behind his voice. I slipped into the bathroom, the click of the door locking behind me echoing like a heartbeat. My fingers trembled as I dialed my mum. The line rang twice before her warm, familiar voice came through. “Hey, girl.” “Mum… what the fuck?!” I snapped, exasperation dripping from every word. “What’s going on, baby?” she asked, her tone soft, careful. “Why are you flooding my phone with texts?” I fired back, irritation bubbling. “Oh… I just wanted to make sure you’re okay and won’t have any issues tomorrow,” she said, her voice casual, but there was a tiny edge of manipulation there. “Wow, so selfish,” I spat, anger rising. “Always checking in only when you need something from me!” There was a pause, then a soft, almost guilt-ridden voice. “Sorry, baby… I apologize.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “Come on, mom… you don’t even apologize on a random day. You only do it when it’s convenient.” Her soft chuckle floated through the phone, making my stomach twist. “Baby, get your punani wet so you don’t develop mood swings tomorrow,” she teased. I ended the call, shaking my head at the audacity, just as a voice made me jump. “Are you okay?” My heart skipped a beat. I stammered, “Uh… yeah… yeah, I’m okay. Totally.” He stepped closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating off him. “What’s going on tomorrow?” he asked, a quiet curiosity threading his tone. “Uh… uh… my sister’s party… I’ll be leaving,” I mumbled, heat creeping up my neck as I avoided his gaze. He didn’t press, but his presence was like gravity, pulling me closer without a single word. The air thickened with unspoken tension, and then he whispered, his voice low and teasing, “C’mon… let me clear your mood.” My pulse surged as we walked back toward the room. The moment the door shut behind us, he was on me. His hands on my hips, mine on his chest, the heat of our bodies colliding. Lips met in a bruising, desperate kiss, hands tangled in hair, exploring, teasing, claiming. He grabbed my breast, squeezing it softly. He took my nipples in his mouth as he sucked profusely. "Fuck fuck!" I moaned as he held my waist, pressing his cock on my thighs. "Do you need me to stop?" he whispered tracing his fingers down my clit. "No..No...fuck..No Daddy...Don't stop." I breathed out shamelessly. "Good girl, Now spread those legs for papa." he slapped my ass and flipped me over. I arched my waist so he could get an easy penetration as he stroked his dick before inserting inside me. "Holy fuck." I screamed, he closed my mouth and began thrusting in slowly. "Faster." I moaned as he began thrusting in fast, making sure his cock hit every vital place in my pussy. I moaned, giving into the raw electricity between us, our rhythm urgent, unrelenting. "Yes Yes, Daddyyy." I screamed out...he flipped me over and held my neck, choking me down to the bed, making me gasp for air. He kept fucking me hard, nonstop as my legs kept shaking. Moments, we were both trembling, collapsing into the bed with a synchronized shudder, hearts racing. I rolled beside him, my chest heaving, and the conversation began, tentative yet loaded. “Why… why do you want to marry a woman when you’re clearly not ready to settle?” I asked, voice soft, tinged with frustration. He tilted his head, blue eyes locking onto mine with that penetrating intensity. “How am I not ready to settle?” “Uh… your actions,” I whispered, biting my lip. “You should explain,” he said, voice low, dangerous. I stared at him, my breath catching. Oh… fuck. His eyes… dazzling, hungry, consuming. I shivered. Was it me he wanted, or something else? “Younger ladies have done me no good,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But…?” I pressed, leaning closer, heart hammering. “And why should I open up to you?” His voice was teasing but guarded. I crawled closer, brushing against him, heat igniting between us. “Because… we’ve gone two rounds, and I’m still giving you an erection,” I said, voice dripping with boldness. He scoffed, a laugh rumbling deep in his chest. “A whore has no place in my life.” I cleared my throat, shame prickling, but I met his gaze. “Oh… maybe if you don’t see it in the negative side, you’d understand why people become who they are.” His laugh was sharp, teasing. “Laziness. Laziness, it is.” I sighed, frustration mingling with desire. “But why did you say ‘younger women’? Are you young also… or is that your fetish?” He exhaled slowly, leaning back, voice low. “These are reasons I think twice before laying a side girl.” I sat up, smirk tugging at my lips. “Enjoy your night,” I said, beginning to pack my things, trying to mask the tremor in my fingers. He frowned. “Where are you going?” “To my spot… of course. My work here is done,” I said lightly, but the tension thrummed between us. “Nah… stay,” he said, a quiet command in his tone. “No… I have to go,” I countered. Before I could move, his hand grabbed mine, pushing me to the wall. I gasped, my back pressed flush against him. His breath ghosted over my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I repeat… stay,” he whispered, possessive, low, intoxicating. “You have no right to regulate an order to me,” I breathed, heart racing uncontrollably. He smiled, cruel and playful, “But your body says otherwise.” I bent slightly, noticing my nipples hard, my body betraying me. His cock pressing insistently against my thigh made thought impossible. I swallowed hard, a shiver running down my spine. Finally, my voice came, trembling but daring: “Fine!, Show me how bad you can make my pussy drip, Daddy."The soft glow of the bedside lamp filled the quiet hotel room with warm, golden light.After the long and exhausting day, peace had finally settled over them.Cierra sat gently on the edge of the large bed, looking down at her son with eyes full of love and quiet strength.Greg lay tucked under the clean white sheets, his small body finally relaxing after weeks of fear and pain.Diego had kindly stepped out to give them this special private moment.The curtains were drawn, and the world outside felt distant. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft ticking of the wall clock could be heard.Cierra gently stroked Greg’s hair, her fingers moving in slow, soothing motions. “Are you comfortable, my love?” she asked softly.Greg nodded, blinking up at her with tired but peaceful blue eyes. “Yes, Mommy. I still feel like I’m dreaming. Like I’ll wake up and you won’t be here.”Cierra’s heart tightened with emotion. She took his small hand in hers and held it warmly. “I’m here, G
The courtroom sat in heavy silence, thick with anticipation and unspoken questions.Every eye was fixed on the tall, commanding figure who had just walked down the aisle.He stopped beside Greg’s table, standing like a shield between the broken boy and the rest of the world. The man carried an air of quiet strength and unshakable truth.Ms. Rivera, Greg’s defense lawyer, turned to him with sharp curiosity. “The court is in session. May we know who you are and what connection you have to this boy?”The man looked directly at the judge, his voice steady and clear. “My name is Dr. Diego Morales. I am the adoptive father of Greg Monroe.”The entire courtroom erupted into chaos. Gasps, loud murmurs, and shocked whispers exploded across the benches.Reporters leaned forward. Keisha’s mother shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her composed mask cracking for the first time.“Order! Order in the court!” Judge Thompson banged his gavel repeatedly. “Quiet down immediately!”Mr. Hayes, the prosecu
The grand courtroom was packed to capacity, filled with a heavy, suffocating tension that hung in the air like thick smoke.Sunlight filtered through tall, narrow windows, casting long dramatic shadows across the polished wooden floors and dark oak benches.Reporters sat in the back rows, scribbling notes furiously, while curious spectators whispered among themselves.Family members, police officers, and social workers filled the remaining seats.The atmosphere felt electric...a mixture of sorrow, outrage, and cold curiosity. This was no ordinary case, a child stood accused of murder.Two burly officers escorted a small figure through a side door.Greg walked slowly, his thin wrists bound in metal handcuffs that looked far too heavy for his small frame.The bright orange juvenile detention jumpsuit swallowed him, making the eleven-year-old appear even smaller and more fragile.His blue eyes were swollen and red from endless nights of crying. His head hung low, shoulders slumped in def
The world around Greg blurred into chaos and darkness.His small legs pumped furiously as he sprinted toward the wrecked car, branches whipping against his face and arms.His heart thundered in his chest like a war drum, each beat echoing the terror that consumed him.Tears streamed down his cheeks, hot and endless, mixing with the dust and sweat on his skin.The cool night air stung his lungs as he gasped for breath, but nothing could stop him.“Keisha!” he screamed, his voice raw and desperate, cracking under the weight of pure panic. “Keisha, where are you?! Please, answer me!”He stumbled over debris from the crash, sharp pieces of metal cutting into his shoes, but the pain barely registered. “Your mom begged me to protect you! She trusted me, Keisha, please don’t do this to me. I’m sorry for everything I said earlier. I’m so sorry!”His cries echoed into the empty night, mixing with the distant, fading music from the prom hall.It felt like a cruel joke now, all that laughter and
Greg froze in place, his arms still slightly open from the hug.The peaceful garden atmosphere shattered instantly as Keisha’s sharp, furious voice rang out through the flowers and lanterns. “How dare you, Greg!”The words dripped with bitterness and raw hurt.Keisha stood there under the soft glow of the garden lights, her small body shaking with anger.Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, blinking hard to push them back.Her pretty prom dress suddenly looked out of place on her trembling frame as jealousy burned across her face like fire.She looked betrayed, disappointed, and deeply wounded all at once.Amaya pulled away from Greg quickly, her cheeks flushing bright red with embarrassment. She looked down at the ground, her ponytail falling slightly over one shoulder.The sweet, confident girl from moments earlier now seemed small and uncomfortable. “I… I think I need to go back inside,” she
Greg leaned heavily against the rough stone wall in the quiet garden, his small chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.His heart pounded wildly, like a drum in his ears. Sweat trickled down his forehead despite the cool night breeze.He kept whispering to himself, trying to calm down. Breathe. Just breathe. No one saw me. I’m safe here.His fingers tightened around his mother’s hairpin, the only thing that made him feel even a little bit strong.Shadows from the tall flowers danced around him under the soft lantern lights, but every rustle made him flinch.Then a gentle voice broke through the silence. "Are you okay?”The voice was incredibly soft, almost like a whisper carried by the wind. It came from behind a cluster of tall, blooming bushes heavy with white and purple flowers.Greg whipped around, raising the hairpin in front of him. His eyes widened in shock as a little girl slowly stepped out into the open.She looked about nine years old, with a neat ponytail tied w
Cierra's POV The kiss was slow at first, but it became tensed as he grabbed my waist to the bed, trailing kisses all over my body. I moaned in pleasure and began unzipping his jean, he quickly unhooked my bra, and kept on kissing me.My body betrayed me. My composure went off. I miss him.I mis
Cierra's POVThe doctor did not speak immediately.He stood across from me, his fingers gripping the file so tightly that his knuckles turned pale. His eyes drifted away from mine, fixing on the wall behind me like it was safer than facing whatever was breaking inside my chest. The silence stretch
Cierra's POV Dominic’s hands were firm on my shoulders, gripping me so tightly that I could feel the strength of him pressing against my ribs, almost like he was trying to squeeze the words out of me before I even spoke. His face was storm-dark, eyes flashing with a mix of fury, disbelief, and… s
Cierra's POV My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.It started slowly, just a tremor in my fingers, but by the time the call ended, it had spread through my entire body like a fever. The phone buzzed once, the line going dead, and then… silence. Thick. Heavy. Deafening.I stared at the screen, my breath







