Page 47 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

“One thing we not about to do is lie.” Aspen took my phone and scrolled through Story’s Instagram photos and past stories. “She isn’t ugly at all. Her body is bomb off the chain and that one dimple isn’t weird.”

I snatched my phone from her. “Are you my cousin or hers!”

“Relax. You said Golden told you to not to let up. You do all that talking about how you turned men out. Now you just gotta take him from her. Easy peezy.”

She was right but I could not stop looking at her social media. My whole life I was raised to be told that I was the pick. I was mixed race, good, long hair, and a slim-thick shape with perfect eyes and skin.

Any man would want me especially when it came to me having their kids. Who wouldn’t want me to carry their child, I was a guarantee that I could make beautiful children. Me and Halo together would make models and athletes.

“I’m getting my man, even if I have to kill this hoe.” I whispered to myself then kept going through her pictures and videos.

Story

I laughed so hard at my daddy when he started doing this new Tik Tok dance my brother Jesse taught him. I had another hour before work, so I grabbed my Samsung tablet and decided to video call my brother Jesse.

He was at home in the family room, so he put me on display for everyone. Mama was in the kitchen with my sister Pixie. They were making the scented candles that they sold on Facebook Market Place. We’d been on video for twenty minutes now.

“Pixie bring me my tablet when you’re done!” Jesse shouted at our sister when she took his tablet and ran upstairs.

“I will!” She shouted back then she closed her bedroom door. “I talked to Regan and she told me about your new boyfriend.”

Regan could never hold a secret, so I wasn’t surprised.

“Tell me she only told you because I wanted to be the one to tell mama and daddy.”

“She only told me and I haven’t said anything. I’m just glad you’re over Walker. Tell me about the new guy?”

I laid across my bed and looked at the black t-shirt that was left over in my place. “My babe’s name is Halo. I’ll send you a picture of him later. He is my age and there are a few layers to him. But I promises he is so sweet, we get along well and he likes romcom movies like I do.”

Pixie squealed louder than a pig. “Story! I don’t even know him, but I like him. And he likes those cheesy movies like you! Have y’all had sex yet?”

Even though she was my sixteen-year-old sister, we had a very open relationship. Pixie was still a virgin, and she knew when she was ready that me and Regan would be here for her.

“Not yet but I’m sure we will soon.” I wasn’t about to tell her the important details about me and Halo because of how intense it was.

Halo’s past was something I would never have expected. Halo being a virgin was the first shock, but his trauma was the second. The hurt in his eyes and the way he held everything in for so long was heartbreaking. Since that time in my room, he and I have spent more time together.

I was obsessed over that man already. I liked his laugh, the way he answers my calls and texts, and I like our make out sessions. I don’t know how I was about to sound but I really like that Halo was inexperienced. When we made out like high school seniors.

It was wild, a lot of moaning, touching and I could not get enough of putting his dick in my mouth. I have never been like that with any guy but Halo and it was because of his reaction. He kept looking at me the entire time and I knew it was because of his past.

Him being able to look at me and gave himself permission to enjoy the pleasure. I got turned on tuning him on and getting him off. My ego was strong because Halo was like a puppy in my hands, a sexy puppy.

I could ask him for anything, and he’d do it or make it happen. I think he did it because I never took advantage of it.

“Story he is fine as hell. Is that all his long hair?” Pixie asked me when she looked at the picture of us that I texted him.

“Thank you and yes, it is. He is a triplet and all three of them have long hair. He isn’t too fond of Hendrix though, but I’ll change that soon.”

“I imagine he isn’t. Have you seen Hendrix! I love him like a big brother, but he is extremely cute, and he doesn’t play about you. Even though he’s gay as a cup of colorful sprinkles.”

I cracked up at my sister. “Yeah, but both have to get along. They are important in my life and---”

I stopped because Jesse burst into Pixie’s room and demanded his tablet. It was so funny when they argued. I told them both that I love them and promised Pixie that I would call her tomorrow and tell her more. After I hung up with them, I plugged my tablet up then put my clothes on for work.

I decided to wear some lace cheeky panties with a matching bra that had my girls sitting up even better than they naturally did. My romper was shorts with short sleeves and it tied in the front. It was red, green, and white so I wore green thong kitten-heel sandals. I put my long wavy hair into a high ponytail and left some hair hanging in the back.

When I walked downstairs with my crossbody purse on I saw Hendrix walking some guy to the door. Hendrix was in some pajama pants and no shirt. The guy was very good looking with a haircut and same height as my best friend.