A week before Aquilla’s 15th birthday, she sat with her father at the massive table picking out what she wanted for her birthday. She wanted a bikini so that she could tan more of her white skin by the pool. After an hour of arguing with her, picking out way more than a 15 year old should get on one birthday, and going back to the site with the bikini that she was so adamant about getting, he gave in.
They spent her birthday at the beach, the entire day. Julius hated the new fucking bikini. It showed too much, and he couldn’t keep is stupid eyes off of her. He even stayed in the water more than he normally would, trying to hide the erection that kept creeping up. He wasn’t lacking any in the package department, it was hard to hide it.
Aquilla lay out on the beach, playing in the water, and she even built an amazing sand castle with Julius while their father worked on his laptop. Their eyes locked uncomfortably way too many times. Julius’s eyes dropped to her cleavage and hers dropped to his persistent hard on more than once. He was playing with fire. She was playing with fire. And, what the fuck were they doing?
They both needed relief by the time the day was over. They ended their night by doing just that. Julius watched her sprawled on her bed as she ran her fingers through the elastic of her panties. She normally did it safely under her covers where she felt invisible and nobody could see. She didn’t turn them down and even went as far of sliding them over her hips and to her ankles. Fuck. He didn’t need to see that.
Aquilla was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with her. Her mind went to one place when she pleased herself. It was always back in that dingy hotel room with Julius leaned against the floral print wall, pumping his cock in his hand. She was going to ask for a laptop. Maybe if she could see some pictures of other men, she could picture someone else’s dick and not the taboo; Julius’s.
Julius was one sick mother fucker. He wished she would turn around so that he could see her. He took his own throbbing sex into his hand while he watched Aquilla squirm beneath her fingers. Fuck, he wanted to do that.
“Yeah, baby, rub that pussy,” he whispered as her fingers frantically massaged the little nub that he so badly wanted to see. She whimpered at precisely the same moment he spewed out to his hand.
Aquilla and Julius both began to avoid each other. They had to. Aquilla wasn’t any better off than he was, and the constant eye locking thing confused the hell out of her. She was never so happy in her life, when her father invited a man and his daughter to dinner when she was not quite 17 yet. That’s what she needed. She needed a friend to occupy her mind. She hadn’t had a friend since she was seven.
Talin and her hit it off, right off the bat. Talin was the same age as her. Aquilla envied Talin. Although she was like her in many ways, she was able to have a little bit of a life. She went to high school every day, was allowed to hang out with her friends at the beach, and go to her friend Vennah’s sometimes. Her father too, was into some shady business. Of course he was, he was partnering with her father. They were up to something that wasn’t good, she was sure of it.
Chapter 2
Aquilla loved it when her father told her that they were coming over. It gave her something to look forward to. She loved Talin, except for when she was lusting over Julius. She didn’t like that one bit. It was stupid. There was no reason for her to feel bitter when Talin talked about the things she wanted to do with Julius. Aquilla found herself reminding her that she had a boyfriend, and how even though she had never met this Salem that she spoke of, she was sure he wouldn’t appreciate her thirsting over Julius.
“You should go to school this year, Aquilla,” Talin decided one afternoon by the pool, while their fathers conducted business in his office.
“Yeah right, my father would never let me do that,” she admitted. He wouldn’t. He was way too protective for that.
“Maybe my father can talk to him, it’s our senior year. You need to go to high school. It’s not like some big high school with 500 students. It’s private. Most of the kids that go there are just like us. They come from fathers shepherding risky business too.”
“I would freaking love that, Talin. Do boys go there, too? Does Salem go there?”
“Yes, he is a senior too, but I don’t have to wait to see him at school anymore. My father lets me see him now; his father does some things with mine.”
“Do you know what they do?” Aquilla asked, curious to know if she did.
Talin shrugged her shoulders. “I have a good hunch, but I think your father and Julius do a little more than run drugs.”
“What do you mean?” Aquilla asked, having a pretty good idea herself.
She shrugged her shoulders again. “My father has some girl staying in the guest house out back. He got her from your father, I heard him on the phone. He told me that she just needed a place to stay for three months, but I see him go out there late at night. The guest house is right outside my window.”
Aquilla raised her eyebrows then dropped them. She wasn’t sure how to comment. She knew there was something going on too. She just wasn’t exactly sure of what.
“Were you adopted?” Talin asked.
Aquilla was the one to shrug her shoulders that time. “I guess so, I’ve seen my birth certificate and my father’s name is on it. He’s never really told me the fact, but anyone that looks at me can tell.”
“Yeah, you’re kind of a ghost,” Talin joked.
Aquilla laughed, looking over at Talin’s dark skin.
“Hey, you should see if you can go to the beach with me tomorrow. Salem has two friends that will be there. Vennah will be there too. She has her eyes on Keiki, but Tua is pretty cute.
“My father won’t let me,” she assured her.
“You dress for dinner,” Hila called from the glass door, interrupting their plot to get Aquilla out of the house.
“We’ll ask at dinner,” Talin assured her.
Talin dropped more bombs on Romano that night than he could handle, but at least she was getting her out of the house. Valdez would have to escort her, but at least he agreed. Talin didn’t mind. She had her own bodyguard that her father insisted follow her too. He hadn’t agreed on the whole high school thing yet, but they had six more weeks to convince him of that.
Julius was the one that looked like he was going to fall out of his chair. He glared across the table at Aquilla. He wasn’t about to let her run around the beach with boys, wearing that skimpy ass black bikini. There was no fucking way.
“You’re not going to the beach where there will be boys,” Julius assured Quill later that same night as they walked to their rooms.
“Yes I am, Father already said that I could go.”
“And I am telling you that you can’t,” he demanded with a clinched jaw. No way, no fucking way in hell was she doing that.
“Fuck you, Julius, yes I am. You’re not my father.”
Aquilla was almost afraid of him for a second. He shoved her against the wall and lifted her chin to make her look at him.
“I don’t want you around fucking boys, Quill.”
She shoved him away. “I don’t want you around fucking girls,” she shot back. He knew what girls she was talking about. She dumbfounded him. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t say anything when she jerked away from him and went into her room, slamming the door behind her.
Who the fuck did he think he was? He couldn’t tell her what to do. He didn’t have that right. She couldn’t wait to meet Tua. She needed that distraction. She needed it more than either of them could imagine.