Hello!

I sighed, sitting down on Kenji's bed. "What's wrong, mijo." (my son)

Kenji sniffed. "I miss Eva."

I knew it. "I have an idea," I smiled.

I called Penelope to help me find Eva's number–yes, her number.

The little five-year-old girl has a phone, but never mind that, she has a phone, and I thought, why don't Kenji and I convince Iskander to buy Kenji a phone to communicate with Eva? Kenji would finally stop sulking around the house, and I think by now, it's pretty clear he doesn't really like Lila.

"What is it, mommy?"

"I have Eva's phone number; I'm going to give you my phone, text her, tell her it's you and that you'll be getting a new phone so you guys can secretly talk together."

Kenji frowns. "I don't know how to spell 'secretly.' and 'together'"

Right, he's five, not ten.

I took a piece of paper and wrote down what he should type. "There we go,"

Kenji smiled and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, mommy."

I nodded. "I'm going to talk to your father." I left Kenji in his room, silently wishing him luck and wondering if I was doing the right thing as I walked into Iskander's bedroom.

Come to think of it, Iskander's only in his room when he's asleep. I wonder what he could possibly be doing in his room because he's definitely not asleep.

I opened the door quietly, and I almost gasped, ain't no way.

Iskander had his very strong, long, and thick dick in his hand as he stroked it up and down vigorously, groaning my name. My heart beat a little close to death as my name came out of his mouth.

I know he already told me that he had wanted to fuck me at times and that his feelings will never go further than respect and care, but all I could think about was how his hand was my pussy, going up and down on his dick vigorously. My pussy throbbed at the sight and at the memory we last fucked.

I held my lower stomach to stop myself from thoughts of fucking myself while watching him. He groaned as his cum spurted out...does saying I want to be his bed make me crazy?

I silently closed the door, calming myself down, before knocking on his door. "Iskander?" I said weakly.

"I'm coming–"

I opened the door anyway, catching him pulling his pants up. I feigned confusion. "What are you doing?"

He scoffed, covering his bed with the sheets. "Did you not hear me say I'm coming."

Literally.

I shrugged. "Izzie, Kenji needs a phone."

He furrowed his brows. "No."

"It's not up for discussion, Izzie; you said you didn't want to talk to Eva's parents to clear the misunderstanding, so Kenji needs to contact his friend secretly."

"Speaking of Eva, her parents know, and that man's dead."

"I know, I trust your word, Izzie, but that's not the point–what are you doing?!"

My back hit the wall as Iskander caged me between him and the wall. "I missed it when you called me Izzie, annoying as it is."

"What are you talking about?" I whispered, trying to push him off of me. He can't be around me; I'm too horny, we're both too horny to be this close to each other.

He sighed, burying his face in the nape of my neck again, taking in a huge breath. "Nothing." He pulled away. "If he wants a phone, he can have one."

I smiled. "Yes!" I squealed to myself.

"Alright, can you leave?"

I giggled. "Yes, sir."

I was too happy to fight...today, of all days, has been easy for me.

"Don't forget, tomorrow we go back to work on your aim, and maybe Ivan can teach you something about knives."

I shuddered. "No knife work, please."

"You won't always have a gun."

I shrugged. "Then I will always have a gun. Easy, no knives for me; killing someone with a gun is hard enough."

"Whatever."

༺♥༻

Carson dropped me off at the gun range today, and Iskander was not happy about it. I had spent the night with Carson, and nothing happened, but Iskander thinks something did.

It's better to have him think that Carson and I fucked.

"Where the fuck were you?"

I shrugged. "Do I look like your child? I was doing grown woman things."

He scoffed. "Right, because Carson's millimeter dick is going to help your aim."

I furrowed my brows. "Chill out; I don't think Carson's gay. You can't have him."

Iskander glares at me with annoyance. "Even if I was a woman, Carson would turn me into a lesbian."

"Why are you hating on Carson? He hasn't done anything to you."

Iskander sneers. "Just looking at him annoys the living hell out of me."

"Now, why are you lying?" Ivan snickered. "He's a jealous little boy."

"Can you go home, please?"

"No. I brought my stink-a-bug."

A very beautiful woman walks in with a glare on her face. She has gorgeous dark skin and blue hair tied back.

"I told you to stop calling me that."

Ivan kissed her cheek. "Sorry."

"I wonder how he managed to get anyone. Not even a dog would want him."

The woman giggled as Ivan flicked him off. "This is Fi-fi, and at least I have rizz, unlike you."

"No, Ivan, it was more harassment." Fi-Fi pointed out.

"But you did like me."

"When I gave in to your harassment."

"Ok?" Ivan dragged out. "You still like me."

Fi-Fi rolled her eyes and stuck her hand out. "I'm Efia, but you can call me Fia; rhymes with Mia, not Fi-Fi. I'm Ivan's girlfriend."

I smiled back. "Renata, but I'm not Iskander's girlfriend."

He huffed behind me.

"He should be, but he's a stubborn bitch." Ivan clarifies for Fia.

"Oh?"

Iskander glared at him. "Ivan, shut the fuck up."

Ivan scoffs. "No. Who do you think I am?" Then he smiled. "We should have a double date."

"But they're not dating—"Ivan covered Fia's mouth.

"Shut your pretty little mouth Stink-a-boo; you're messing up my plans."

Fia rolled her eyes as I laughed. "It's ok, Ivan; we're here to train my aim anyway."

"And we're here to take you guys out, duh," Ivan says.

"I thought–"

Ivan narrowed his eyes at Fia. "Fi-fi, you're really trying to ruin all my plans."

Fia snorted. "No, and stop calling me that."

"Never." Ivan hugged her waist as Fia groaned.

"We're leaving. Leave them alone."

"Thank you," Iskander said, associating himself with the conversation again.

Ivan frowned. "But they're my favorite couple," he whined.

"Ivan, they're not even dating; let's go."

Ivan stuck his tongue out at Iskander before Fia pulled him out.

"She's so pretty."

Iskander shrugs. "Sure."

"What do you mean 'sure?'"

He hands me the shotgun. "I don't know what you want me to say, she's my brother's girlfriend, and he's been talking about her nonstop."

I smiled. "I'm happy for him."

"He got her with harassment. He's smart. He harassed her until she was used to it and then stopped making her realize how much she actually liked his company. So then, she finally accepted his offer for a date."

"Um, wow."

"The fool doesn't act smart, but he is. He's so in love with the fact that people underestimate him so he can surprise them."

"Ivan's a beautiful person." I laughed.

"If you say so." Iskander lifted my hand. "Aim for the heart; remember what I showed you."

"Right."

I took in a large breath and held it in, closing one as I aimed...and shot.

I gasped, jumping up and down. "I hit it! I hit it!" I jumped on Iskander, hugging him.

"Yea, you did." Iskander patted my waist.

"So does that mean that I'm done?" I smiled up at him, still in his arms.

"No. We still have a lot to work on." He said, his eyes trained on my lips.

I cleared my throat. "Eyes off the lips, Izzie."

"No."

I furrowed my brows. "No—? Ah!" He lifted me up and pressed his lips against mine, forcing entry.

I moaned into the kiss as he became rougher, sucking on my tongue and biting my lip. My fingers went into his hair, pressing our lips closer as we French-kissed.

We kissed until we couldn't. We had to pull away to catch our breaths.

"I—"

I raised my hand. "I know, I know. This can't happen again; you don't need to remind me."

Iskander looked speechless... he's a weirdo; does he not remember what he said? He's looking baffled.

He went back to his typical cold exterior. "Right." He sighed. "Tomorrow, at two o'clock. Don't be late, and don't have Carson drop you off."

Then he walked off.

Why is he pissed? He kissed me...whatever, he's always pissed.

see ya.