My Guardian Angel(77)

When we entered her house, I could feel a part of her hesitating. Only when she showed me the duvet on the couch did I know why. My poor little girl was still afraid. That fucker instilled fear in my girl and it was my job to make her feel safe again.

When I took her to her room, I knew I was going to make love to her. I needed to be inside her. My cock ached for her. Her pussy was made just for me. It was snug and hot, as her juices always flowed all over my balls. Yeah, she was my girl all right.

I fucked her slowly that night. I longed for her to feel safe, to feel me deep inside her. I wanted her to know I was devoted to her and no one else. The more I touched her, the greedier I got. I lusted for her. God, I fuckin’ loved her.

She still had a hard time being in that room, but I did what I could to help her. Slowly she eased up, but if I wasn’t there Kassia still wouldn’t go into that room to sleep. It hurt to see the fear still was there, but I knew that with time she would get over it.

It hurt like a bitch to talk about my past, but I knew I owed Kassia the whole truth. I had told her about my parents and about my brother, even about the foster parents who took me in. I didn’t hold anything back. I opened myself up completely to her. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me.

The day Kassia asked me to move in with her was by far the best day of my life. I knew this was a big jump for my girl. So I made certain she was sure about her decision. I told her once I stepped through those doors I was never going to leave. She shook her head and smiled. Yeah, she was nervous. My little, hazel eyed girl always made me laugh.



“Are you coming or what, Jas?” shouted Gab. I looked up from the text Kassia sent.

Kassia: I love u too, crazy copper!!!

“Yeah! Give me a minute.” I yelled back at him.

I searched through my duffle bag and found the little box I had. I opened it and there inside was my birthday gift to Kassia. I looked at the ring I had bought her. Thank God, it was spring now. I was going to take her to Coney Island for her birthday tomorrow. Knowing her, she probably forgot it was her birthday. She always became consumed with her books. I closed the ring box and put it back into my bag and texted her back.

Me: I love you too, my crazy girl





Preview of: The Devil Behind Me



Ten Years Later

“What are we going to do, Addie?” My dad’s beautiful hazel eyes were sunk in now. He was strong and could do anything. But after my mother’s death, my father’s health started to decline. The long hours at work didn’t help either. My heart broke the day we found out that he had Crohn’s disease.

Yale was no longer an option for me. I gave up on everything and went to work at the restaurant. I needed to take care of my family. Sofia dove into her studies, wanting to forget everything that had happened. I couldn’t blame her. All her work did pay off when she got a partial scholarship to Yale. I was so proud of her.

“How are we going to pay for it, Addie?” my father said so sadly. “I want to send her. I want the best for my little girl. I don’t want to fail her like I did you.” He shook his head as small tears lined his eyes.

“You didn’t fail me, Daddy. This was my choice. I chose to not go to Yale. I was the one who said I’d stay and help.” I offered him a reassuring smile. I took his hand and held it. My parents didn’t really have much money growing up and the insurance policy my father had for my mother, well, it didn’t pay out as it should have.

Everything was a mess and I didn’t even have the heart to tell my father. How could I? The man worked so hard all these years and had my mother not died, we would have been in a better place.

The night my mother passed was the night my family lost the one person who held us together. She was the one who was good with money and knew how to save. It was harder for me; not that I didn’t know how to save, but I had my hard working father to deal with. In his mind, he was the head of the family, therefore, he had the last say and I wasn’t about to tell him how he should run his business.

I did at least find the time to go to community college and earn a business degree. It wasn’t my dream, but at least I had something. Sofia excelled in school even though she worked the weekends with us at the restaurant.

The first few years at the restaurant were good. We were busy and made good money; it kept us from thinking about my mother and the void she had left behind. The breakfast and dinner rushes were fun and at times stressful, but as long as we were making money, both my father and I were happy.

My dad’s cooking was exceptional and the whole neighborhood raved about it. He loved his customers and how much they took pleasure in eating at the restaurant. He was the talk of the town, the place to go to have authentic Greek food. As the years went on, his disease got the better of him and the restaurant started to suffer. I slowly began to lay off our employees, until only my father and I were left. My father would often be forced to stay at home or, worse, be confined in the bathroom.