Page 27 of The Hellcat Barbies: Zora
I was damn near delirious by the time he finished with me. I lost count of how many times this man made me cum, but damn sure wasn’t complaining. If this is what I had to look forward to giving this relationship thing another try, then I definitely won’t mind as long as it’s with Semi.
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Semi’s body was the first thing I felt before my brain even booted up. His body was warm, yet heavy, but I didn’t mind one bit. Sunlight was slipping through the blinds, falling straight across his chest, and the man had the nerve to look peaceful after the way he dragged my soul all over this mattress last night.
I stretched, slow and quiet, but he opened his eyes anyway, looking directly at me. “Morning,” he murmured, voice still rough.
“Good morning,” I countered.
He leaned in and kissed me… morning breath and all and was about to take it further when there was a knock at the door.
“Why is the door locked?” Samerah’s small voice boomed through the door.
Semi blew out a quiet breath, dropped his forehead to the pillow for a second like he needed strength, then answered, “I’ll be out in a minute, Peanut.”
“Okay,” she called back.
He looked at me, eyes low and amused. “We gotta get up before she brings her nosy ass back up here interrogating.”
“You’re right. I don’t want her mad at me already.”
No sooner than we made it inside of the bathroom, Semi had me bent over the sink before we handled our hygiene and actually showered. I knew Samerah was going to be mad, but once she got older, she’d understand. Once we were done, I threw on a pair of leggings and a cropped tee. By the time we made it downstairs, Samerah was curled up on the couch with some cartoon on full blast.
“Took y’all long enough,” she blurted.
Semi shot her a warning look. “Don’t start.”
I bit back a smile, because if this was chaos… it was the kind I didn’t mind waking up in again.
I decided to fix the three of us a light breakfast, and now we were in the living room letting it digest. Samerah was seated between me and Semi watching TV while talking a mile a minute about the sleepover I told her she could have with Kaia. Loud, rapid knocks silenced us as I looked over at Semi.
“You expecting someone?” I asked.
“Nah,” Semi muttered under his breath before getting up and trekking toward the front door.
Once he got to the door and opened it, I heard a woman’s voice. “Where is my daughter?”
“Why are you here, Morgan…uninvited at that?” he quipped.
“I’m here to get my daughter,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“You don’t get to pick and choose when you want to get her. You have scheduled visitation for a reason… visitations that you’on give a fuck about.” I could hear it in his voice that he was pissed.
Morgan ignored him and made her way further inside. Her steps halted once she saw Samerah sitting beside me. She froze, eyes cutting straight to me with confusion first, but it quickly switched to anger.
“Who is this?” she asked.
“None of your damn business,” Semi spat.
“It is my business if she’s around my child,” she snapped.
“Cut the shit, Mogan. I’m not in the mood for your shit, and you need to leave.”
“Not until I have my daughter.” She turned her attention to Semerah. “Go get your things, Merah.”
Semerah didn’t move. She looked at Semi instead, with pleading eyes that broke my heart. Poor baby didn’t even want to go with her own mother.
“She’s staying here,” Semi said with finality.
