"I don't want to talk to you right now." Vincent chuckled, trying to put his arm around me, but I dodged him. "I said don't."

"You said don't talk to me. I'm touching you."

"Don't do any of it, don't even look at me."

"I'm sorry," Vincent laughed.

"You're not," I said, going to change in the bathroom.

Vincent grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. "I'm sorry, baby, I was joking." He said with humor in his tone.

"No, you're not. Your voice doesn't seem too apologetic."

Vincent rolled his eyes; growing impatient, he smacked my ass. "Get over it, A'roya, you double dog dared me."

"I did not–fuck!" I do remember saying that, but I didn't mean that. He's so fucking dumb.

"I'm not dumb, dumbass." I glared at him, but he ignored me. "Get dressed unless you want me to fuck you before going."

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

We went to the National Gallery museum, we were actually having so much fun. Reagan had to be held because she kept trying to touch the art, but we still had fun. Vincent was being a bum, trying to give me PDA after what he did. This foolish man wants to disrespect and embarrass me.

Nope. I'm going to piss him off so badly.

We did have to leave because Phoebe got tired and her feet hurt. The baby was kicking a lot.

Khascian and Silas leave early to go on a romantic little date because Khassy finally decided to actually give Silas a chance. She was scared of dating Silas, but she wasn't going to let her fears and insecurities created by her parents stop her now that she was a free woman.

"What are you going to name your daughter?" Elora asked Phoebe and Jericho.

Jericho shrugged. "I don't fucking know."

"Journee. I want to name her Journee Jericho Belford."

Jericho almost chokes. "You want to name our daughter after me?" He coughed, still choking. "Fuck."

Phoebe giggled while everyone took in the news. "Yes, it's our firstborn child, and your name is unisex."

"Aww, so cute. I always thought Jericho would be single for life, surrounded by cats with dementia or Parkinson's disease." I teased.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't even like cats like that."

"Congratulations on your baby. I know it must be hard," Finnegan said with his famous smile.

Phoebe smiled, but Jericho answered first. "Thanks, it is."

Phoebe shook her head as Elora and Finnegan chuckled.

"Nigga what? Are you pregnant?"

Jericho glared at me. "Yes, Phoebe and I are pregnant together."

Vincent snickered as I rolled my eyes. "How do you deal with his bullshit."

"Easy," Jericho answered again. "There is no bullshit."

Phoebe gasped. "Don't lie."

Now it's my turn to laugh.

"Now you know damn well–"

"Jericho, don't delude yourself, please."

I laughed. "Oh my fucking god, I'm gone." Elora and I laughed together.

Jericho rolled his eyes. "First of all, A'roya and Elora shut the fuck up."

"I'm sorry, but it's so funny. Khassy should be here."

"It's because he, Vincent, and maybe Silas sometimes are big clowns. Finnegan is the only one with sense."

Finnegan chuckled. "Thanks?"

Vincent glared at me. "Excuse me?"

"Ever since A'roya was a kid, I knew she wasn't mentally well, just saying." Jericho shrugged.

"Do not play Jericho unless you want some of this."

"No one wants your dumbass."

"Someone does. Exhibit A," I point to Vincent.

"Oh, but I'm a clown, and don't forget, I have no sense. You're on your own."

"Vincent, I'm going to kill you myself."

Vincent laid back comfortably. "Go ahead."

"Ok, all of you are done." Elora sighed, finishing the last of her pina colada. "We need to go because we got things to do."

"Yea, like fucking til morning?" Jericho exposed. I could see Phoebe and Elora blush. It's so funny how white people can blush.

"Can you be civilized? Goddamn." I sneered at Jericho until he picked up a bottle, threatening to throw it at me, so I hid behind Vincent.

"A'roya, act correct." He casually said.

"She can't. Her brain got knocked sideways." Jericho sassed as I glared at him.

"You guys need to be apart." Phoebe giggled, shaking her head.

"No, once her brain gets knocked back in place, she'll be alright."

"Alright, Jericho, lemme see you on them streets."

"Be so fucking for real, A'roya," Vincent said, shaking her head as Elora and Finnegan laughed.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

"Come here," Vincent said, obviously in the mood for wrecking my guts.

"Nope," I said. I wanted to piss him off.

He furrowed his brows, but then he glared at me. "You do realize I can read your mind."

"Oh." He furrowed his brows, glaring harder at me. "Sometimes you can't!" I came up with a lame excuse.

"Because I have to personally want to read your mind. If I heard your mind twenty-four, seven, I would go crazy, dumbass."

With my arms crossed, I stood there glaring at him because I was rendered speechless, and now I looked foolish.

"Right, now come here," Vincent said, taking off his shirt and sitting on the bed, watching me intently. He was being nice, and I intend to use that to my advantage.

I smirked, walking up to him. I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned closer to his ear. "No, means, no old man."

I pulled back and turned to walk away feeling accomplished, I smiled to myself, but I didn't get to keep my smile as I was pushed onto the wall.

But who says I can't play with a Vampire?

"Looks like your ego's bruised. What happened?" I said with fake pity.

He turned me around in a flash, making me gasp when he grabbed my neck. "A'roya, I was trying to be nice."

I smiled. "I know, but you weren't very nice when you threw me into the water."

"You're still hung up on that shit?"

"Yes, so no, you don't get to fuck me."

"I can smell how wet you are," Vincent's eyes turn red with desire, potent desire.

"And you can't have it," I whispered, taunting him.

If he hadn't lost it, he had now. Vincent decides to show a side of him that he's never shown before. I don't know why, but he has, and I can imagine the new rearrangements for my guts.

He tossed me onto the bed, and my clothes vanished in the next second. Everything was going so damn fast.

His grip on me was rough, it scared me a little, he looked brutal, with red eyes and fangs, but I was excited.

He's not Derek.

"Safeword." He demanded.

"Gray." As soon as I whispered that, I turned on my stomach; without warning, his large dick was rammed inside me. He didn't pause. He immediately started thrusting hard and fast, not human fast, insanely fast only a Vampire could do.

"Ah! Vincent!" I screamed. Vincent is no longer residing on his human side. He's fully Vampire, fucking me at full Vampire force as if I was one.

He reached out and started rubbing my clit as he literally pounded me from behind. Bouncing on top of me.

I wasn't moaning. I was screaming, sobbing, begging him to stop. It was too much pleasure, with a tang of pain. I came four times already. That was how fast he was going.

"Please stop!" I knew that wasn't going to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to say gray because he wasn't hurting me, and I didn't want him to stop. I just need a break, one he won't give.

His fingers went faster and continually hit my cervix, dragging his dick along my g-spot. I saw stars; literally, I came again and again until I saw black.

Nothing.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

I groaned, feeling so fatigued. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my lower stomach stopped me. "Ow."

It felt worse than any period cramp I've ever had.

I looked around, wondering where Vincent had gone. He'd obviously been nice enough to clean me up, but he wasn't here to get me to say thank you.

Or to tease me for fainting.

I sighed, stretching my arm over to get my phone, and whimpered when I managed to move enough to hurt my stomach. "Oh my fucking god." I groaned.

I sunk into the bed, bored and angry, for an hour and a half. Where the fuck is he? Just as that thought crossed my mind, Vincent had teleported back.

"Vincent, what the fuck? Where have you been?" I start tearing up out of frustration. My fucking stomach hurts, I can't get out of bed, and Vincent has been gone for hours.

"I don't even know the damn time, and I can't get up. It hurts so damn much." I started going on a tangent. I was angry, frustrated, and crying. It made me more upset that I was crying at my big age, and so...I cried more.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, A'roya." Vincent wiped my cheek. "I'm never doing that shit again. I'm sorry."

"No, Vincent." I snapped. "I don't care about the way you fucked me! You left me here–ow! For hours!"

"You're not mad that I knocked you out?" Vincent said slowly, trying to make sense of things. "But you're mad that I left?"

"Yes—ow!" I hurt my stomach again. Vincent sighed, pulling up my shirt and touching my abdomen. "Nigga—Oop." I covered my mouth as Vincent furrowed his brows.

"My bad, damn." He rolled his eyes. "I can heal you, either with my blood or I can heal you by touching you–but," he stopped me before I could answer. "It's gonna hurt like a bitch."

"It's better than your blood."

Vincent sighed. "I should've never fucking done this if I knew this would happen–"

"Vincent, I loved it, ok, it's just the repercussions, damn, I'm not blaming you."

"I just don't want to hurt you." He said softly.

Oh, shit, he really is guilty; damn, that shattered my heart.

"I love you so much, Vincent," I gestured for him to come closer so I could kiss him. "But right now, I'm gonna need you to heal me."

Vincent nodded, pressing his hands on my abdomen. It hurts but not so much.

It was good until I felt needles stabbing my skin. It was penetrating my stomach, and Vincent pressing against my stomach made it worse. "Vincent, get off me!" I sobbed.

It now felt like someone was pounding against my stomach and stretching it. "Stop, please. It hurts."

He let go, and I was finally able to get up, but I crashed into his chest, sobbing like a child as he caressed my head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

🤭

"I can't fuck a human Vampire style....A'roya, you're only alive because your great grandma was a witch, a supernatural being. I could've killed fucking you."