Lord, I am grateful for this blessing, but I can’t help but wish this was Marc’s child and not Eric’s.
And that was the truth.
She would have to decide whether to even tell Eric’s parents eventually, and Jessa wasn’t looking forward to their intrusion into her life. Unless ...
Jessa shook her head. It would be ungodly to never tell them that their dead son had fathered a child before his death. She was trying her best to redeem herself, and how could she if she pulled another of her “old Jessa Bell” stunts like that? That would open the door to even more karma, and Jessa felt her plate was full.
But it sure would make life more simple.
Sighing, she moved over to take a seat on one of the black wrought-iron benches. Summer was finally drawing to an end and the breeze she felt had just a tinge of coolness to it. It felt good. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to enjoy it.
“A neck made for ... kissing.”
Jessa stiffened and frowned in distaste before she opened her eyes. Vincent Grant was standing in front of the bench next to her, pretending to stretch. Jessa just released a heavy breath and eyed this silly Negro trying to beg for pussy on the sneak.
“I haven’t seen you in a while,” he said as he raised his arms high above his head.
Jessa fought the urge to stand up and push him hard enough to send him tumbling down the small embankment and into the pond. Maybe a little dip will cool his perverted horny ass off.
Or maybe something else will ...
Jessa pulled her cell phone from where she had it snug and secure inside her sports bra. It was a little sweaty as she pretended to make a quick call but instead turned on her video camera. She pretended to put her arms over the back of the bench with the camera in the hand closest to him.
“I really wish you would let me take you out,” Vincent said, now sitting down on the bench and retying his already tied sneakers.
“And I wish you would understand that I am not interested in you and you’re harassing me,” Jessa said, being sure to tape him.
“I can’t stop thinking about fucking you,” he said, turning his head to gaze at her like he wanted her to see how serious he was.
And so Jessa eyed him as well. “And if you don’t leave me the hell alone, you pervert, I will take out a restraining order and then everyone—including your wife—will know that you dream of fucking me, you perverted ass.”
Vincent sat up straight. “Who would believe you?” he asked with a smirk.
Jessa stood up. “Probably no one,” she said before walking away. If the man approached her again, she would threaten to show it to his wife; then it was their problem to fix. She really wanted him and any other man looking for a quick fuck with a sexy woman to leave her the hell alone.
The next man to be blessed with my body will be my husband. And that’s all to it, she said to herself, just before she spotted the woman who had been in the restaurant with Vincent that day walking up as she pushed a stroller.
Is this God’s way of telling me to show her the video now? she wondered.
Jessa’s steps faltered as the woman neared. She was tired of being treated like she was the spider trapping men in her web.
“How you doing today?” the woman said in a polite and friendly voice as she passed Jessa.
“Good, and you?” Jessa responded, her words stumbling a bit because she was surprised by the woman’s kindness.
She looked down at her phone. The still image of him was on the screen. Was she a nice woman completely clueless to her husband’s philandering? Was it Jessa’s job to give the woman a clue?
She looked over her shoulder as the woman picked their baby up from the stroller and handed it to Vincent with a warm smile. If she didn’t know any better, she would think they looked like the perfect suburban family.
Looks can be deceiving.
Jessa turned and pushed her cell phone back into her sports bra, deciding not to ruin the woman’s day with her husband’s foolishness.
But shouldn’t she know?
Would she rather know?
Not in the gloating way she had texted Jaime, Renee, and Aria, but to truly let the woman know her husband was not to be trusted. Just a heads-up, woman-to-woman.
It was so much easier to be bad, because trying to do right, live right, and be right was a constant struggle. Still, Jessa was determined for the sake of her child to get her shit straight.
Thankfully, the nightmares about that night had faded along with the scars on her neck. She still didn’t use her beautiful living room as much as she had in the past, but every day things were getting better to deal with. Reverend Dobbins said she had only God’s presence in her life to thank for that.
Her interview on The Kerry Kay Show was scheduled to air Monday. In just twenty-four hours her story would shift from local drama to national news. Myra, her publicist, had already lined her up for several small speaking engagements and interviews. That day she even scheduled Jessa for a full photo session for professional head shots.
“With your looks and your story of survival and redemption, this could be big,” Myra kept telling her. “Just hold on and enjoy your ride through fifteen minutes of fame—and if we work it right, that fifteen could stretch much farther. Trust me.”
Jessa didn’t have much trust in anything. Never had. But she was going to use the platform ... and see where this road was going to lead.
She looked up just as a golf cart came on the trail toward her. She recognized the bright pink colors as Aria’s. It slowed down as it neared her, and for a moment she could picture Aria revving the gas and running her ass off the road. All Aria did was pass her by with her head straight as if Jessa didn’t exist in that moment or in her life.
Jessa chuckled as she continued on her way. She wasn’t looking to be friends with any of the ladies again. She just regretted the way she ended their friendship. But the end was coming anyway ... and so fuck her. Being friends with Jaime, Aria, or Renee was not going to get her into heaven, but apologizing for what she did to them could.
That was all she was concerned with, and if they didn’t know, they needed to know.
Reverend Dobbins said God had forgiven her and would always forgive her, but when would she be able to forgive herself? That’s what she was working on. And there was more to be forgiven. More than Jessa even liked to admit to herself. Something she never told anyone.
But God knew.
God knew everything.
All of our sins and griefs to bear ...
Jessa pushed her hair behind her ear as she took notes in her freshman math finance class. She still couldn’t believe she was a student at such a prestigious university. Her hard work in school had gotten her the grades to get in, and a few scholarships plus the college fund her grandmother set up for her in her will was paying the bills. She would graduate without one school loan to tie her down.
Although her grandmother had never been overly affectionate and at times acted like raising her grandchild had been a burden, Jessa was thankful for the trust fund and grateful for the chance to build her own legacy outside of being the little girl betrayed by her father and left behind by her mother.
“Miss Logan ... Miss Logan?”
Jessa looked up at her professor staring at her from where he sat his tall and lanky frame on the edge of his desk at the front of the class. Every eye in the class was on her and her heart pounded. “Yes?”
Just then the class began to stir and Jessa looked down at her watch. Their hour-and-fifteen-minute class was over.
“Don’t forget your reports are due Monday. Enjoy your weekend,” Professor Reign said, turning to begin placing papers in his worn leather briefcase.
Jessa rose and began gathering her things into her book bag. She walked over to the door behind one of her classmates, but instead of walking out the door behind him, she stepped back and closed the door before locking it. She dropped her bag to the floor and turned to eye he
r professor.
He dropped his head as he massaged his beard. “Jessa—”
“What, Jon?” she asked, eyeing the tall man with the type of skin tone that made his race ambiguous.
He was mixed. His mother was Latino and his father was a mix of Pakistani and Black. He was tall, well over six feet, and his frame was rail thin, but he was strong. He was handsome and had this kind of laid-back air that was nothing like Jessa had ever seen before.
She had made the choice to fuck the professor, and once she set her mind to it, he hadn’t been able to resist her stunts. Just like he wouldn’t be able to resist her now.
She smiled as she walked over to where he stood. “So you don’t want this pussy anymore?” Jessa asked, grabbing his hands and pulling them behind her to press against her buttocks in the jean dress she wore.
He snatched his hands away and lightly grabbed her upper arm to guide her toward the door of the classroom. “I told you I don’t want to do this anymore. My wife is suspicious, ” he said, pushing her hands away as Jessa tried to unbutton the jeans he wore.
“Fuck your wife,” Jessa said, meaning it. In her world, it was all about her. Caring about what other people wanted or felt left her open to getting hurt, getting disappointed, getting left behind. “As a matter of fact, Jon, fuck me.”
He stepped away from her and Jessa stepped back just enough to lift the edge of her dress and pull her panties off to toss over at him. “Smell it. ”
He caught her panties with one hand and eyed her before pressing his face against the black lace.
Jessa stroked the inside of her pussy with her finger and drew it up to her mouth to suck. She saw his dark eyes take in the move.
“I’m not going to lose my wife behind this,” Jon said, even as he stepped closer to her and pressed his large and warm hand between her thighs.
Jessa pursed her lips as she hissed in pleasure. “I want your dick not your heart, ” she told him truthfully, reaching out to unzip his jeans and release every bit of his long and thick inches. His dick was darker than the rest of him and damn near bigger than the rest of him too.
Jessa felt her clit throb with life. “I don’t have much time. I got another class, ” she told him, turning to press her hands to the door as she wiggled her bare ass at him.
“This is the last time, Jessa, ” he told her seconds before he spread her ass cheeks and slid his dick inside her wetness.
Jessa gasped at the feel of his hot hardness against her rigid walls. Her fingernails dug into the wood of the door as each stroke seemed to cause a vacuum inside her before filling her again.
His hands came around to unzip her dress and free her breasts from the bra. As he teased her nipples with his fingers and stroked his dick inside of her, Jessa bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Wanting control and wanting to please him, so that he would continue to be her secret lover, she rose up on her toes in her shoes and then bent her legs to work her hips to pull downward on his dick.
“Shit,” he cried out, bringing one hand up to tightly grasp a handful of her hair to jerk her head back and the other to ease around her body to lightly massage her clit.
Jessa cried out in pleasure as every pulse point on her body raced.
Knock-knock.
Someone knocked at the door. They didn’t stop. Jessa didn’t stop. She felt the vibrations of the door against her face as they knocked, but the feel of his dick inside her and his fingers titillating her clit was racing her toward an explosive nut that she wanted more than anything. More than whomever or whatever they wanted on the other side of the door.
Knock-knock.
The door handle rattled as someone tried to open the door.
Jessa looked over her shoulder. “You better not stop, ” she whispered back to him, enjoying the feel of his nuts swinging lightly between his thighs and slapping against her.
“Jon,” a woman called through the door before turning the handle again.
Now he froze.
Jessa widened her eyes in a rush of anger and disappointment.
“That’s my wife, ” he mouthed to her, motioning for her to stay still.
Jessa felt her nut drifting from her. “Fuck me,” she mouthed to him, pulling his hand back down onto her clit.
He waited to see if she would knock again. Many moments passed and she didn’t, but his face remained conflicted before he stepped back from Jessa and freed his dick from her.
“I can’t do this anymore, Jessa,” he said, pushing his sticky dick back inside his jeans before zipping them up.
“I’m gonna get me,” she said as she turned to press her back to the door, then slid her hand down to lightly circle her clit with her index and middle fingers.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she bent her legs and circled her hips with a moan.
Suddenly, her professor grabbed her and Jessa opened her eyes just in time to see him turn her over one of the desks. He slid his dick into her with one hard swoop and pounded away inside her pussy like he was trying to prove a point.
His fingers dug into her ass deeply as he fucked her. “This the last time, Jessa,” he swore as she reached out blindly to grip the edge of the desk as she came with a force that made her feel as if her heart would burst.
She took and again used her hips to pull down on his dick as she felt it stiffen inside of her before each delicious jerk filled her with his cum. She didn’t stop until she felt him go limp inside of her.
Soon he freed himself from her and moved away without saying another word.
Jessa picked up her book bag and used the package of wet wipes she brought to clean up a bit before she caught the panties he tossed at her from across the room. She straightened her clothes and pulled her book bag up onto her shoulder. “See you Monday, Professor ... if not sooner,” she said, already bold and confident at just eighteen.
She unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom, pulling the door closed behind her.
“I thought so.”
Jessa looked up in surprise as a slender light-skinned woman with freckles and a wild and curly natural stepped into her path. She recognized her from the pictures in their home. It was the professor’s wife. Jessa sidestepped her, but the woman sidestepped as well to stay in her path.
Jessa’s eyes flashed even as her heart pounded. “Excuse me,” she snapped.
His wife leaned forward and inhaled briefly before she finally walked past Jessa. “Next time don’t wear so much of that body spray if you’re going to fuck a man in the bed he shares with his wife, ” she said in a low voice.
Jessa turned and eyed the woman over her shoulder before she watched her enter the classroom and gently close the door behind her with a soft click.
Her short affair with the sexy professor came to an immediate end that day and Jessa was transferred out of his class. Back then, her only regret was that they got caught and the dick was no longer accessible to her. Her boldness with him came back to bite her on the ass.
Married men were too much work and she had steered clear of them ... until Eric.
He hadn’t been my first affair, but he was most definitely my last, Jessa promised herself that as she walked back to her section of the Richmond Hills subdivision with a lot on her mind. The pregnancy. The talk show. The death of Eric. Her almost death at the hands of Eric. The hatred so many people had for her. Her journey to redeem herself with God.
Sometimes it was all just too much to bear.
Jessa quickened her steps as she felt all of the emotions and fears and regret choking her. She fought not to let a tear fall, rapidly blinking her eyes as each step got her closer to home. She would never let these people see her break down. Never.
“Wow, don’t you look pretty, darling.”
Jessa smiled as she took her seat across from Keegan at the table at Morty’s, a popular steakhouse restaurant in Livingston. “I was at a photo shoot when you called and invited me to dinner. I came straight from th
ere.”
“A photo shoot?” Keegan asked,
“My publicist hired a makeup team, stylist, and photographer to take head shots of me today, believe it or not,” Jessa said.
Keegan smiled a little. “I think she’s on to something. The stories about you, even in the local media, have changed. There’s less cries of ‘kill the backstabber’ to “okay, maybe she’s a victim in this too.’ Maria Vargas has a lot less to suck her fangs into.”
Jessa nodded as the waiter came over to the table to remove the bottle of wine from the bucket to pour her a glass. She quickly placed her hand over the wineglass. “No, thank you. I’ll have lemonade please.”
Keegan arched a bright red brow. “No wine?” she asked as the waiter took his leave.
“No,” Jessa said simply, still not a hundred percent trustworthy of the friendship the woman was trying to forge with her. It was all about motivation and Jessa wondered about Keegan’s.
“Well, thank you for meeting me, sugar,” the other woman said, taking a deep sip of the red wine filling her goblet. “I couldn’t take another night around that house alone.”
Jessa eyed her. “Alone? Your husband out of town or something?” she asked, opening her menu as she felt her hunger rise. It had been a long day at the photo shoot and her nerves to the new surroundings had killed her appetite all day.
“Or something, darling,” Keegan said, her Texan accent thick. “My husband left me for another woman.”
“Damn,” Jessa said.
“Damn is right,” she drawled. “I guess karma is a bitch, huh?”
Jessa shifted her eyes away from her. The same karma that led to Eric almost killing me? The karma she prayed didn’t affect the life of her baby?
Jessa shook his head. “That’s not karma, Keegan, that’s his issues, just like it was Eric’s issues that he was crazy as hell,” she asserted.
“Humph, didn’t stop his bitch of an ex-wife from calling me to gloat about it.” Keegan sighed as she motioned for the waiter.
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