Jaylen scowled. “And why would you do that?”
She tucked her lips into her mouth. “I guess it was the easy route, or so I thought. I told myself that if they were going to run shit, then they’d finance everything, but after coming here, I realized that I wasn’t really winning. I mean, yeah, they’re paying my bills, but the moment I do something they don’t like, then I’m on my own. My mom wouldn’t even buy me a ticket to come home, after I told her about Tori talking to Kree in my face. She tried to tell me that it was somehow my fault. Now that shit has been replaying in the back of my mind. Then that triggered other shit that I try not to think about.”
“Like what?” Jaylen questioned, as he listened intently.
“Like the fact that I’m over here with butterflies in my stomach, worried about what my livelihood will be like once I make it back to Houston, when I’ve allowed my parents to stop me from getting money.”
“What you mean?”
“I mean, I can do hair. In fact, I have a license to do hair. I was able to get it while I was still in high school. But my parents didn’t view it as a real profession, and basically strong-armed me into going to college. I hated it. And it was so time consuming that I never had time to actually grow cliental with the hair situation. I called myself trying to do hair, while I was in college and my mama made the biggest deal about it. Was even crying and carrying on, so I stopped. But right after I took a semester off school. Honestly, I hate school, and I thought that my daddy would be pissed about me taking time off, but he didn’t give a damn as long as I was still with Tori. But anyway, I met my girl Lea at school, and you know, she works at V-Live. Eventually, I started doing her hair, and all the other strippers wanted their hair done too. So, I’d have them come by my apartment. Then everything was shut down when Tori got wind to it. He went out of his way to tell my parents that I was keeping bad company, and having them at my crib. So, my parents stepped in, and told me that they’d take me off the lease of my apartment, since they were the primary lease holders, if I didn’t stop doing hair there. So, once again, I was completely dependent on their asses.”
“Say, no disrespect to you, but it sounds like your mama and daddy are pimping you out. In this day in age, everybody knows how to get shit in writing. And I know this firsthand, because my uncle showed me. I don’t care how the partnership came to be. Feelings can get involved so you always cover your ass with paper work. Your pops should know that. And after you just broke everything down to me, I’m seeing the angle. It’s the same shit pimps do to their hoes. Your people are benefitting from your relationship. Your discomfort. Your unhappiness. Just like hoes let a nigga eat off the money they make from selling their bodies. It’s presented to you as them taking care of you, when really you’re doing that your damn self. You don’t actually need them to eat. And I bet that’s also the reason they don’t want you doing hair. Getting your own money would mean freedom. Them feeding you money gives them control. So, I think your people have been playing chest with you while you’re playing checkers.”
Rye gulped, after hearing that, although she’d had similar thoughts on her own. It was just something about hearing that aloud. No one ever wanted to feel that their family was using them. Because if you couldn’t get sincerity from home, then where could it be found?
“Yeah,” she slid her tongue across her teeth. “That’s fucked up.”
“It is,” Jaylen concurred. “But don’t waste time feeling sorry for yourself. If you don’t like your situation, then do something about it. Get on your hustle, and learn how to stand on your own two feet. In fact, if you wanna work in a shop, I can help out with that.”
She lifted a brow. “You always know somebody, huh?”
He shrugged. “My people have a lot of connections. But in this case, I’m talking about Jeremy’s cousin. She’s in business with this chick who owns a beauty shop. Jeremy’s cousin sells the hair, and ole girl installs it. They be getting to the money. I can’t lie.”
Rye nodded. “I hear you. But let me deal with whatever awaits me at home, before you put in the word. Cause I honestly don’t know what I’ll be walking into. I got everybody mad, right about now.”
He breathed. “And that’s fucked up within itself. What you and that nigga got going on should be nobody else’s business.”
“Exactly. That’s what I’m saying, but I already know that my daddy aint gon be trying to hear it. But that’s on him. I’m going over there and sitting them down. I’m letting them know that I’m done with Tori…even if that means that I’ll have to scramble to find a job. Hell, this is probably the push I needed to get off my ass,” she grumbled more so to herself.
Jaylen nodded. “Hey, I can’t judge you. My uncle and old man are always gonna make sure that I’m straight. I aint gon lie. They’d rather help me than to see me go about getting it the wrong way. But what I can say is that they’ve been adamant about showing me how to get my own bag, since forever.”
Rye squinted her eyes. “What do you do, Jaylen?”
He cracked a smile. “I done stretched that pussy to fit the curve of my dick, and now you wanna know what I do?”
She playfully shoved him. “For real. Stop playing.”
“Okay,” he cleared his throat. “I recently received a bachelors’ degree in business. I got a lil’ tee shirt line. It’s been making a killing online. Me and my cousins do club promoting. I got two rental properties that I’m leasing out. And me and my cousin Lil’ Jahrein just opened a daiquiri shop.”
Rye was impressed but tried her best to keep it cool. Looking at Jaylen, he just looked like a tall glass of fun, but he actually had his shit together. “Okay, umm,” she hesitated. “I know that I should’ve asked you this a while ago, but how old are you?”
He shook his head. “I’m twenty-three, man.”
She grinned. “Don’t judge me. I bet you don’t know my age, either.”
“You’re twenty. You forgot we went clubbing together? I looked at your driver’s license.”
“Oh,” she uttered, realizing that she had to become more observant. “Well, tell me something.” She scratched the back of her neck. “I guess I need to pay better attention.”
“Considering your situation, I get it. You got a lot on your mind…and I’m just trying to be the one to ease it. I want to always be remembered as the dude that helped you feel better.”
She eyed him cautiously. “You say that as if we’ll never see each other again, when this is over. I mean, is that the plan? Keep it real.”
He locked eyes with her. “You want me to answer one difficult ass question. I don’t know more than you tell me. And from what you’ve said, shit is complicated. It might be easier for you to patch shit up with ole boy, until you’re really ready to deal with your family. I don’t know. It could go all kinds of ways, and mentally I gotta be prepared for that.”
Listening to him, she giggled. “Yeah, okay. I bet this shit is right up your alley. After you’ve had a little fun with me, you can move on. My life being messy right now is a viable excuse for you to keep me at a distance, but I can dig it.”
“Girl, chill out. You on some other shit. Overanalyzing some shit. I don’t have to play games with you or nobody else. If this was about a duck and fuck then you would’ve been ducked by now. Evidently, I got a thing for broads who like to give me a hard time. I must like kicking it with your difficult ass for whatever reason.”
“Nigga, please,” she pursed her lips. “I got your difficult, alright.”
He lifted his chin. “You stay talking tough, but aint gone do shit.”
“Oh, oh, I won’t?” she shoved him, until he was lying flat on his back. “You must don’t know who you dealing with,” she talked shit, as she straddled him. She felt a rush of excitement, as she had complete control.
Jaylen gazed up at her with a grin on his face. He’d had his share of beautiful chicks, but it was something about her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but sh
e felt familiar. Although they knew little about each other…he knew her. And he didn’t know how to feel about that in the long run, but it felt good, right then.
“You wanna laugh and shit? I got something for that,” she voiced, as she climbed up his body, until she was straddling his shoulders.
“Mannnn,” he dragged out. “What chu doing?”
She glowered down at him. “I want you to talk that shit to Fat Mama.”
“Fat Mama?” he gave her a confused look.
She seductively twirled her hips. “Yep.”
Slowly, she inched up, until her pussy literally sat on his chin.
He chuckled, before hooking an arm around her waist. She then wound her hips, feeding him the pussy. Cuffing her own breasts, Rye’s head fell back, as his tongue flicked across her clit. “Ooh, shit,” she moaned.
Jaylen loudly slurped on her gushiness, and that sounded like nasty music to Rye’s ears. She found herself humping his face, as he devoured her.
“Uh, Jaylen…Jaylen,” she panted. Her eyes involuntarily rolled into the back of her head, as she bit her bottom lip. “Yesss,” she hissed, as she grabbed her knees. Without thinking, she rocked her hips, causing her ass to bounce.
Jaylen sloshed his tongue between her slit, driving her crazy. Her toes clenched the sheets, and her stomach rumbled, as she released all over his face. With her legs trembling, she rolled off him, as her heart raced. Right then, she realized that she didn’t know what was happening between her and him, but she couldn’t deny that he’d easily moved up in rank, as one of the best pussy-eaters she’d ever encountered.
Chapter 9
Butterflies brewed in the pit of Rye’s stomach, as the plane ascended into the air. She was finally headed back to Houston and was about to face her problems head-on.
“Why you so quiet?” Jaylen questioned, as he sat next to her. “You’re nervous when you fly?”
“No,” she sighed. “Reality is just beginning to sink in. I gotta go home and deal with all this bullshit.”
He nodded in understanding. “I feel you.”
Rye said nothing, as she absently stared at him. She’d immensely enjoyed his company and couldn’t help but think about what would happen with them once back in Houston. Unlike in L.A. Jaylen had business to tend to in Houston. He had a life back at home and Rye hadn’t experienced him in that element. They’d been on vacation, which was an escape from their reality. So, she couldn’t help but question if this would be their last day seeing each other. Hell, after all the problems she had and had allowed him to witness, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d dropped her off, and never looked back. She wouldn’t blame him. She was a mess, right then, and probably didn’t need to pursue anyone until her shit was straightened out.
He cut his eyes at her. “Why you looking at me like that?”
She shrugged.
“I really believe that you’re a little touched, man.”
“Why? Cause I like to look at you?”
“Yeah, that shit is weird.”
“What’s weird about it?”
“You looking at a nigga like you’re infatuated or something.”
She adjusted in her seat. “Maybe I am.”
He chuckled. “Get the fuck, man.”
“What you laughing for? What’s funny?”
“You. I be trying my hardest to figure you out, or predict what will come out of your mouth, but you throw me off every time.”
“That’s good. I’m not supposed to make it easy for you.”
“Yeah, okay,” he smirked, before resting his head on her shoulder.
“So, now I’m your pillow, huh?”
“Yep,” he yawned.
“Is that right?” she snuggled underneath his jacket that had been resting in her lap.
“Umm hmm,” he moaned, as he eased the top of her Lacoste dress down, exposing her breast.
“What are you doing?” she panicked.
“Shhh,” he placed a finger to her lips. He then drew a nipple into his mouth, while using the jacket to conceal his face.
Rye struggled to keep a straight face, as she felt his tongue swirl around her nipple. He then eased a hand between her thighs. Once she felt him ease her panties to the side, she knew that he’d lost his mind. While they were floating through the friendly skies, he played with her pussy. Thinking about the fact that she had some heavy shit awaiting her, she closed her eyes, and allowed him to please her one last time.
***
“Okay,” Rye huffed, as she slid off Jaylen’s lap and into the passenger’s seat of his Maserati. “That’s enough. I can’t keep doing this with you.”
It was crazy. He had her hormones raging, and she couldn’t keep her hands off him. Although, she considered herself a sexual being, she’d never experienced this level of craving a man. Her appetite was insatiable.
Jaylen smiled, as he tucked his dick back into his joggers. “That’s you.”
“Yeah, okay,” she licked her lips. “What did you expect after fingering me all the way here?”
He shook his head, as he pushed start, bringing the engine of the car to life. “What’s your address, man?”
Rye’s heart skipped a beat, as she relayed her address to him. A sick feeling entered her stomach, as he whipped through Houston’s streets. The entire time his cell rang off the hook.
“Damn, everyone must know that you’re back in town,” she commented.
He shrugged. “That and the fact that I’ve been having my cell on airplane mode for most of the trip.”
“Wait, what? Why would you do that?”
“I didn’t want to be bothered,” he claimed.
Rye gazed out of the window, concluding that he was full of shit. Undoubtedly, there were several reasons why any woman would lose their mind over Jaylen. And she’d found it odd that he wasn’t seemingly juggling multiple women. But it had all been an illusion. He’d cut off his world’s usual noise, leading her to believe that he didn’t keep much rift raft around. However, now she knew better. Within the last thirty minutes, he’d ignored every bit of fifty calls.
By the time Jaylen was pulling up to her apartment building, he’d finally decided to answer a call.
“What’s up, pops?” he questioned, as he hopped out of the car, after popping the trunk. “Yeah, I’m about to head over there now,” he spoke into his cell, as he grabbed Rye’s luggage, before placing it on the ground.
Not wanting to catch an attitude, Rye eased out of the car, and grabbed her Gucci roller bag. “Thank you,” she spoke with tight lips.
Jaylen opened his arms, silently asking for a hug, while he held his cell to his ear with his shoulder. She gave him a half hug, before spinning around. Before he could blink his eyes, she was already stepping into the lobby of the building, while merely offering him the deuces.
He shook his head, while dropping down into the car, and focusing on his call.
Rye stepped onto the elevator to head up to her apartment, while her mind was all over the place. When she reached her floor, she’d decided that she’d go take and shower, before lying down. She’d stop by her parents’ tomorrow.
As she unlocked her door, she could feel the stickiness between her thighs. “Man, I gotta wash my ass,” she said to herself, as she stepped inside.
“I guess you’re done laying on your back, huh?”
Hearing his voice, she was startled, which caused her to clumsily drop her keys on the floor. “What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped, as she closed the door behind her.
Tori sat at the edge of her couch, glaring at her. “I guess you weren’t expecting to find me here, but I guess next time you’ll stop announcing your every move on social media.”
Rye frowned. “I can post whatever the fuck I want. What does that have to do with you coming into my apartment? I know you caught the memo. This shit between us is over.”
He stood up. “It’s over? Is that all you have to say, after I flew your trash
y ass out, and you fucked me out of a deal?”
“Like I said, I didn’t fuck you out of anything. You did that all by your damn self.”
Calmly, he stepped over to her.
Rye stared him down, waiting on his response.
Without warning, he rushed her, wrapping his hands around her neck. She clawed at his hands, but that did nothing to loosen his grip. Panicking, she threw her weight into his body, causing them both to crash into the floor. He landed on top and she desperately tried to wrap her legs around him.
“You dirty bitch,” Tori growled, tightening his hold, as he received a whiff of the sex oozing from between her thighs. “You still smell like that nigga’s nut! You let him fuck you raw, after you started making me wear rubbers?!” he raged.
Rye’s feet flailed around, as she struggled to breathe.
Tori was so upset that he considered strangling the life out of her, until it dawned on him. She wasn’t worth spending the rest of his natural born life in prison. So, he released her. She gasped for air, as he left her on the floor, after she’d literally pissed on herself.
Now, towering above her, Tori felt disgusted. In fact, he had so much disdain for her that he hocked up phlegm, before spitting on her. Then before she could react, he snatched the door open, and stormed out of the apartment.
Rye angrily climbed to her feet, and slammed her door shut. Wanting to make sure that he couldn’t come back for round two, she locked the deadbolt. Her breathing was labored, as her chest heaved up and down. Once again, Tori had put his hands on her. But unlike all those other times, there was no coming back from this. It was officially over, and if she had the right kind of bread she would’ve put out a hit on his ass.
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