Finally! I know it took a while but that is my process. Now we can have some fun. Don't hate me or do. Let's have a convo about it. With Tyler's reappearance and his attempt to retract his rejection, this adds another layer of complexity to Mila's predicament. Or does it? Let's see if Gabe can save her from this or make it worse.
GABEThe next morning, I felt myself slowly waking up to the most intense pleasure. Something immensely warm and wet moving up and down on my cock. She came. Mila. I thought as I moved my hips to meet her lips. I leaned back, reveling the feel of her mouth going deeper with each stroke. She released my cock with a resounding pop and a breeze of cool air swept over the wetness. Her hands wrapped around my cock, giving it a few strokes before leaning down and taking the head back into her mouth.“Fuccck,” I groaned, my hips buckling up as her hot, wet mouth enveloped me. My skin vibrated with tingles from my head to my toes. This felt vaguely familiar. She moaned as she sucked and licked my cock, teasing me with her tongue and using her hand to stroke the base. I reached down, tangling my fingers in her hair and noticed the difference. It wasn’t the usual fluffy, kinky I’ve grown accustomed to. It was silky and fell between my fingers. Wait a minute.“Mila?” I finally opened my eyes and
TYLERIt took me a moment to shake out of my stupor. I didn’t even realize I was on the floor, staring at my mom, who I’d never seen this livid before. Mila was slumped against the wall, tears streaming down her face as she held her cheek. She glanced at me before looking down the hall. I followed her gaze to see Gabe standing there, shock etched across his face.“You little slut,” Luna Emily spat, her voice cold and controlled. “How dare you put your lowly hands on my son? Do you actually think you’re on the same level as him? Look at you—pathetic and manipulative, just like your mother.”Mila looked up at my mom as if my mom had slapped her in the face again. I had always known how my mom felt about the girls we were supposed to mate with, but still, I’d never seen her like this. Something else was driving this hatred.“First, my Gabriel, and now you’re trying to force yourself onto his brother. How despicable can you be?”Gabe placed a hand on our mom’s shoulder. “Mom, I’m sure it’
MILADear, Mila Davis,We want to congratulate you on being selected as one of the three designers for the Aliz Women in Arts Scholarship.Every word after that fell to the back of mind as I screamed and jumped around at my locker. The halls of the school seemed to blur around me as my joy bubbled over uncontrollably. I didn’t care about the curious and startled looks from the students passing by; this was a dream come true. Dean Forrester told me earlier that F.I.T and Parsons would accept me for earlier admission this spring, since after this semester I would have all the credits needed to start. The only thing left was funding. I needed to win the scholarship.I reread the letter way too many times, the paper crinkling slightly under my trembling fingers. I had to create three signature looks to be modeled at the Winter Fashion Show. Piece of cake. I thought, though my heart was pounding with both excitement and nerves. I noticed a note on the back of the envelope. I will protect y
I was a fool in love. I told myself to stay away from the Aliz brothers but Gabe was persistent. When he saved me from Ari the other day, we practically spent the whole day together.We can save ourselves! Rayne said. We just need to get stronger. We need our mate.I sat up from the bench, looking out at the sunset on the horizon. I hated every time she brought up Tyler. We didn’t need someone like him. He was nothing but a bully. Just like Ari. The thought of standing up to either of them was terrifying. Either way I was glad to have someone other than Gabe taking it for me. I wish I was strong enough to–You are! Rayne interrupted. You just have to believe it.Believe it? Well that was easier said than done. I was never the one to want for something and do anything to get it. I was always waiting for the other person to make a move or tell me what to do. The door to the rooftop bust opened as Gabe ran through with orphan kids surrounding him, trying to steal the ball in his hands. T
MILA**Foreplay ahead**The moment Gabe pulled me inside, he placed an eye mask over my face. He sat me down on the couch and started moving them around the room. He wanted to set the mood, saying he wanted it to be special. Honestly, I wasn’t into the whole romance surrounding the first time. That was for the movies. Besides, every girl that talked about it made it seem like the place didn’t matter as much as the person, and Gabe was that person for me. A crash and a few curse words took my attention.“Gabe?”“Don’t,” he said when he noticed me touching the eye mask. “I’m almost done.”Mate, Rayne said softly before an image of Tyler flashed in my mind. A part of me wanted to find him instead of staying here with Gabe. I kept thinking about Tyler and what he would do in this situation. If it was anything like that kiss in my room, I knew I would lo– Fuck, stop thinking about Tyler.Why? Rayne asked. He is our mate. We should be with him.No, he’s an asshole. So just shut up and enjo
MILA Sophomore Year“Hi! I’m Mila Davis. I am a strong, beautiful, black girl and I don't need…” I looked down at the text message from my friend, Gabe, who hasn’t been to school all week. Affirmation for the day he texted. I cleared my throat and looked back into the mirror. “...and I don’t need validation from anyone but myself.”Don’t get me wrong. I think I was pretty cute. Frizzy afro that I have given up on taming, pleasantly plump cheeks that grandies loved to pinched and small freckles that I think added a little flair to my face. Framing my face were thick, rounded glasses that magnified my light brown eyes, and honestly made me look smart. Who didn’t want to look smart? I took pride in dark brown skin, not a single blemish in sight. Well aside from the vitiligo in certain spots, but those spots were in places that only my beloved would be able to see. Still, despite societal stereotypes, I was determined to be seen. Just maybe after I graduate highschool.I took a deep brea
MILA“Hi, I’m Mila Davis. Welcome to Grand Mountain High.” I turned to my classmate, Jenna. “How was that? Too preppy?”“Does it matter?” Jenna sighed heavily at my concern. “No one cares about high school. They’re all the same and everyone is just trying to survive long enough to graduate.”I brushed it off, knowing the importance of a first impression. I continued to fix my unruly curly afro in the mirror, frowning when the hair tie popped out of my hand. I walked to retrieve it from the floor.“I know Jenna, but I’m part of the student council, and things like this matter when you need references for college. Besides, if I do this, it could get me closer to getting the Aliz Women in Arts Scholarship. They only give it to one student a year, and it's going to be mine before I graduate.”“Slow down, Mila,” Jenna urged. “You’re a sophomore. College is so far away and besides I think everyone should take the first year off to decide if they really need unnecessary debt.”“I can’t afford
MILAAfter showing the Mora girls to their lockers we ran into Gabe, who had a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His gaze met mine, a smile illuminating his face until he noticed the company I was with. Amber greeted him first, her playful banter revealing a history between them.“Grubbs, it’s been a while,” Amber smiled, pinching his cheeks. “Did you gain more weight since this summer?” “Stop,” Gabe said, obviously irritated, “and that’s not my name.”“How can I not call you that with those chipmunk cheeks like these?” Amber joked.I cringed at that word, chipmunk. I hated it but despite her teasing, I couldn’t help but find Gabe endearing. His rich, brown skin and his rosy cheeks and dimples exude a boyish charm. His eyes, a captivating blend of light brown hues, held a kindness that belied his own struggles. His curly hair, a wild mass framing his face, added to his allure. I thought it was always cute the way he constantly had to move his hair out of the way. He might not fit the