ENIGMA: A Winston Hills Novel

by C.M. Barnes

“Bro, for the life of me, I cannot fathom having kids and treating them like your biggest opposition. I don’t know what life has in store for me, but I know that when I have kids, they’ll never feel ANY of the pain my parents have made me feel.”

Sadness washed over her whole being, and in that moment, I knew it was God at work bringing us together. Where the families we’d been born into failed us, we now had each other, and that would never change.

Her body was truly a masterpiece, and I was now an art collector.

“Please, what? Hmmm, mama, please, what?” She asked with a voice full of amusement at my begging.

“You don’t have to earn my love, mommy, I have never stopped loving you. I’ve only ever prayed for you to get better so you could love me too.”

The night had been an orchestra of pleasure. To be pleased mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Not only was this man taking my body up and through it, he was taking my soul with it.

Most importantly, remember that grace is reserved for people who actually do the work to right their wrongs,” Mr. Graves spoke as I nodded my head in agreement.

Healing was a tremendous amount of work. I see why niggas stayed toxic.