Before I could respond, someone rang my doorbell. Not expecting anybody, I didn’t know who it was.
“I’ll get that for you,” Taraj offered, as she eased off the couch.
I watched her head to the door, and glance through the peephole. She then unlocked the door and pulled it open. Keyasia then stepped inside.
“What’s up? What’s up?” she spoke cheerfully.
“Hey, Mouth,” Daynah jested.
Key gave her the finger, before focusing on me. “What’s up, little cousin?”
“Shit.” I shrugged. “Why are you so hyped up, right now?”
“Because, this video got me rolling.”
I grimaced. “What video?”
She handed me her phone. “This video. Watch it.”
Pressing play, I watched a video of someone helping Dorian walk out of the club. I could hardly recognize his face, because it was severely battered. The nigga had three knots on his forehead, one eye was swollen shut, his nose was bleeding, as well as his mouth.
Evilly, a smile etched across my face. “Man, that’s a beautiful sight. I can’t lie.”
“Let me see,” Taraj demanded, snatching the phone out of my hand. Seconds later, her jaw dropped. “Damn,” she stressed, handing the phone over to Daynah. “Somebody fucked that nigga up.”
“Hell, yeah,” Daynah agreed, as she studied the phone.
“Did they say who did it?” Taraj queried.
Keyasia sat down next to me. “All they’re saying is that some unknown niggas stomped a mudhole in him. It was like ten of them, and they broke his rib cage, the whole nine. I think the season is over for him.”
I laughed. “Oh, that’s good for his ass. That’s karma for that ass.”
Key licked her lips, before exploding with laughter. “Let me stop bullshitting. Yall know that I can’t hold water. They say that Chubby orchestrated the shit, acting on a command.”
“A command from who?” Taraj questioned, before I could.
She pursed her lips. “I refuse to believe that you bitches are that slow.”
I closed one eye. “Jeremy?”
She bucked her eyes. “Ding, ding, ding, why Gorge, I think she’s got it.”
I sat feeling a mixture of things. “I mean, but why?”
“Who knows, Jhyrah. Maybe it’s because he’s been in love with you for years, and just because yall aint together anymore doesn’t stop what he feels. Duh.”
Chapter 28
Jhyrah
It was a little past midnight, and I couldn’t sleep. I was tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position. No matter how I laid, sleep eluded me. At this point, I knew that it was time to face reality. I needed to speak to him.
It had been a couple of months since I’d tried reaching out to Jeremy. My pride had kicked in, and I’d promised to stop making a fool of myself. Clearly, he didn’t want to be bothered, and I was done with trying to force myself on him. But after handling Dorian for me, I felt obligated to at least thank him. Yeah, that’s exactly what I was going to do. Thank him, before ending the call. That’s it.
Picking up my cell before I could change my mind, I dialed up his number. Nervously, I listened to his line ring, as I half expected him to send the call to voicemail. So, imagine my surprise when he actually picked up.
“Hello?”
Closing my eyes, I savored his voice.
“Hello?” he said again.
I cleared my throat. “Uh, hey, this is Jhyrah.”
He paused, then replied. “I know.”
“Yeah, well, I was just calling because of…what happened with ole boy. I heard that you made it happen.”
He said nothing.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Okay, like I was saying, I just wanted to thank you for that. I appreciate it. And…um, I’ma let you go. I know that’s it’s late, and you probably have to get up early,” I embarrassingly rambled.
“Okay, but how are you, Jhyrah?”
“I’m…I’m okay, I guess.”
“You sure? Cause it don’t sound like it to me.”
“Um…honestly…I’m fucked up, right now,” I blurted, against my better judgement. “That nigga was really trying to ruin me, and now I have to figure out how to bounce back from this.”
“In due time, you will.”
I breathed into the phone. “Yeah, I hope so.”
“I know so. But I get where you coming from. That nigga putting that video out was some foul shit. It definitely fucked me up, when I saw it.”
“Oh, you felt sorry for me?” I assumed.
“I wouldn’t quite say that. I mean, that wasn’t my initial reaction, anyway. I was just mad as hell…you know? Seeing you…have sex with somebody else almost took me out. All I saw was red, and I wanted to hurt him…and you.”
“What?” I fell out laughing. “Nigga, are you serious? You stopped fucking with me months ago. What, did you think that I’d never have sex again?”
“When I first touched you, you were a virgin, Jhyrah,” he reminded me, as if I’d ever forget that. “For the longest, I was your first and only. So, how do you think I’d respond to seeing you physically be with somebody else?”
“I don’t know, Jeremy,” I sighed. “I honestly thought that you wouldn’t care or would just laugh about it. You know, tell yourself that you were right to leave when you did.”
He sucked his teeth. “Come on, man. You know that shit aint true, because I’ma always care. That’ll never change.”
Hearing that, my heart skipped a beat. “Okay.” I didn’t know what else to say.
“So, what’s been up with you and the crew?” he asked, keeping the conversation going.
I took that as him not wanting to get off the phone, so I answered his question. One question turned to hundreds more, and before I knew it, the sun was up. I was struggling to keep my eyes open, but I refused to hang up, until he initiated it.
“Damn,” he yawned. “It’s seven in the morning.”
I softly giggled. “I know.”
“I really need to take my ass to sleep. I’m tripping like a muthafucka.”
“I know, right? But yeah, I guess that I’ll let you—”
“You coming over here?” he cut me off.
“Huh?” I uttered, trying to make sure that I’d heard him correctly.
“I asked if you was coming over here, so that we can get some sleep together,” he reiterated.
“Umm,” I tucked my lips into my mouth. “Yeah. Just send me the address.”
“It’s sent already,” he revealed. “You was so busy talking that you didn’t notice that I’d sent it over two hours ago.”
Scrolling through my phone, I saw that he was telling the truth. “Okay, I see it now.”
“Good, so when are you leaving?” he wanted to know.
“Uh, I guess right now.”
“That’s what’s up. I’ma be waiting.”
I smiled. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few.”
Ending the call, I hopped out of bed, and dashed to the bathroom. Rushing through the process, I brushed my teeth, while showering. I then hopped out of the shower, throwing my hair into a curly ponytail. On a mission, I threw on a pair of Nike leggings and a sports bra, before bolting out of the door.
I think I broke every speeding limit, as the GPS guided me to Jeremy’s home. When I pulled up in his driveway, I sighed with relief. His three-story home was nice, which I’d expected. Surprisingly, he lived right outside of downtown in the Heights.
Deciding that I wasn’t going to waste time, calling him to let him know that I’d arrived, I exited my car. Anxiously, I traveled up his driveway, before stepping to his door, and ringing the doorbell. Just a few moments later, he opened the door, shirtless.
“What’s up?” he greeted me with a smile.
“Hey,” I huffed, as I stepped inside.
Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around me, and I imm
ediately hugged him back. Smoothly, his lips traveled to my neck, as he vulgarly grabbed my ass with both hands. Helping him out, I kicked the door closed for him.
Not being familiar with the house, I allowed him to guide me upstairs to the main level of the home, while I was still wrapped in his arms. We tipped over to his sectional, before he released me. With hunger in his eyes, like he was possessed, he lifted my bra, freeing my breasts. Aggressively, he cupped them, before leaning in, sloshing his tongue over my nipples. The way he was working his tongue caused my knees to weaken, as I held onto his shoulders.
Releasing my breasts, his hands traveled down to my leggings. Expertly, he peeled them off me, before sliding his hand between my legs. It was crazy how he still knew my body so well. His finger quickly found my clit, and applied pressure. With his free hand, he dropped his boxers to the floor.
I couldn’t help but gawk at his massive hard-on, thinking that he was still reigning supreme. Dorian’s dick was nice, but Jeremy’s was superb. Taking me by surprise, he lifted me off my feet.
“Ooh,” I gasped with a slight giggle, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I also locked my hands behind his neck.
Gazing into my eyes, he said nothing as he rooted himself within me. Wanting to show him what he’d been missing, I rolled my hips. He held onto my ass, and roughly pumped into me.
“Uh, uh, uh!” I belted, as he somehow managed to beat my pussy like a drum.
My head fell back, as he caused my breasts to bounce. Then without warning, I released his neck and planted my hands on the floor. Pulling an old trick out, I spread my legs into a Chinese split.
He gripped my waist and zoned out. “You aint playing fair,” he grumbled.
And I guess he was right, because 30 minutes later, I had him on the floor, while doing a split on his dick. I popped my back, meeting his hard thrusts. He was cuffing one boob, while we locked eyes. Weirdly, at no point did either of us close our eyes. It was like we couldn’t blink and risk missing a second of the action.
Wanting to take him to ecstasy, I hopped off his dick while he was in mid-stroke. Crawling down to his dick, I took him into my mouth. He was saturated with my juices, and I licked it all off.
“Damn, Jhyrah,” he moaned out my name, as if he hated to do so.
I bobbed my head relentlessly, ignoring all the pain in my neck and jaw. Tears were literally at the brim of my eyes, as his head hit the back of my throat. No matter what, I wasn’t letting up.
Suddenly, Jeremy bent his knees, as if he was attempting to stand, although still lying on his back. He grabbed the back of my head, before howling. “Awwwwwwwww!”
Like a volcano, he erupted into my mouth. Greedily, I swallowed all his babies, while sucking simultaneously.
Angrily, the nigga sat up, glaring at me. “This is some new shit. You always knew how to suck dick, but this had some extra shit to it. You been giving that nigga some head?”
I scowled. “What? Where did that come from?”
“You heard me.”
I huffed. “Jeremy, no. I’ve never sucked anybody’s dick but yours. If fact, I’ve only slept with one other person, period.”
His face remained hard. “How many times?”
I squinted. “Are you serious?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“Twice,” I lied. While in Hawaii, me and Dorian had run through three boxes of condoms, but Jeremy didn’t need to know that. Hell, I did value my life, after all.
He shoved me back. “Stop fucking lying. Aint no way in hell any nigga is gonna go on vacation with you and just fuck twice. We was fucking five times a day at one point, and you expect me to believe that shit?”
Despite him pushing me back, I crawled next to him. “But he’s not you, Jeremy. You can’t forget that part.”
“So, why fuck him, period?!” he shouted.
I scrunched up my face. “Why does that matter? We weren’t together.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he spewed. “You wasn’t supposed to fuck nobody else, Jhyrah. Did he use condoms?”
“Of course.”
His lips curled, as he gripped my neck. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not,” I answered faintly, before he attacked my lips.
Nastily, we kissed, as I was sucking on his tongue. So, it was no surprise that he had me bent up like a pretzel minutes later, as he smashed the pussy to smithereens.
Jeremy
Hearing my phone ring, my eyes snapped open. Jhyrah was sleeping peacefully on me chest, so I carefully grabbed my cell, checking the screen. Vita had called me all throughout the night. My eyes traveled back to Jhyrah’s face. I knew that she’d be ready to fight if she knew that I was entertaining Vita at the level I was.
Without thinking, I kissed her soft lips, as memories of the night before came flooding back. We’d fucked too many times to count, as I realized that I’d missed us at that capacity. Going for another round entered my mind, when images of her riding Dorian’s dick flashed across my mind. She had the audacity to let another nigga stick dick to her, while my name was etched all over her damn body, literally. And then she’d been kicking it with that nigga who plays for the Rockets’. There was no telling what she’d done with him, and whoever else.
Suddenly, Jhyrah didn’t feel like the girl I used to know. She was tainted as she appeared too accessible. Instead of slowing down and showing me that I was wrong, she went out and got two niggas at the same time. Thoughts of her sucking and fucking them like she’d do with me had me sick to my stomach.
Right then, Vita called again. It was almost like a sign. I wasn’t supposed to be going backwards with Jhyrah. The shit was too tiring. I didn’t need that type of drama in my life. Nah, I was cool on her. So, I eased from underneath of her, and slipped out of bed. I wasn’t even completely out of the room, as I called Vita back.
Jhyrah
Waking up, I realized that I was in bed alone. Glancing around, I remembered that I was still at Jeremy’s, as reminders of the day before lied slickly between my thighs. Listening closely, I could hear noise coming from the master bath, before the door opened, and the aroma of fresh soap wafted in the air.
Jeremy ambled over to the bed, now fully dressed. “Aye, you’re finally up, I see.”
“Yeah,” I responded groggily. “What time is it?”
“A little past ten.”
“Oh,” I covered my mouth, as I yawned.
“Yeah…I’m about to head out…so, I need to lock my door.”
My heart plummeted down to my stomach, feeling a way that I’d never felt before. Now, seemingly, my Jeremy was no longer my Jeremy. What we had was no longer special, and I was just good enough for cheap, temporary thrills. That shit did something lethal to my soul.
“Oh, okay, well, let me get up,” I mumbled, before rolling out of bed.
Walking around the house, I gathered my clothing which were scattered around his living room. Quietly, I redressed, feeling dirty. I could feel his semen seeping out of me, and I was sure that I was funky as hell. I needed a bath in the worst way, but that would have to wait until I made it home.
I was in my feelings, as he walked me to the door. My mind told me to walk out on his ass and never look back, but my heart had other plans. Without pride, my silly ass stood on my tip toes and slobbered him down. I could tell that he was holding back, but eventually the kiss grew wilder. Then just as his predictable ass attempted to lead me over to the sectional, I pulled back.
“I gotta go,” I told him, before hurrying out of the door.
Yeah, I might have been weak for him, but I was nobody’s damn fool.
Chapter 29
Jhyrah
Trying to be on my best daughter duties, I’d accompanied my daddy to go see my granny Red. Still, to ensure that I could leave whenever I wanted to, we’d driven there in our own vehicles.
Sitting down on the couch, I peered around, realizing that it had been too long since I’d last visited. Guilt washed ove
r me, as I accepted that I wasn’t the best granddaughter to Red. She’d gone through a lot, and I could count on my hands how many times I’d been there. She’d battled with breast cancer, while I was still in Los Angeles. Thank God, she was in remission and had made a full recovery. Unfortunately, before she was done healing, my pawpaw Ray-Ray had left her.
No, my pawpaw wasn’t a complete asshole, and had gone out of his way to put everything in place for her. She had around the clock nurses here, and he spared no expenses. They said that he gradually pulled away, only stopping by during the day. At night he was with my granny Roz, and I was honestly cool with that. The moment I’d remotely began to understand what love was, I knew that Red and Ray-Ray weren’t in it. We all knew that his heart was with Roz and was glad that he finally decided to live in his truth. Of course, granny Red didn’t see it that way, and was pissed at all of us for accepting Ray-Ray and Roz’s relationship.
I mean, had this been an ordinary situation, I would’ve fully understood where Red was coming from, but this wasn’t that. She’d shared Ray-Ray throughout their entire relationship. Roz was my Auntie Raquel’s mama, and my cousins’ biological grandma. Therefore, she wasn’t some random broad off the streets. Since I was a little girl, that woman had nurtured me as much as any grandma could, and even more than Red ever had. So, I refused to choose sides, and with our family being blended the way that it was, it was unhealthy to do so, anyway.
And now, Ray-Ray and Roz had been together for a little minute and had recently had another damn baby. All of us were blown away by that one. Roz was damn near 50 and should’ve been done with kids. Nevertheless, she had another little boy, and the family had to gather around Red the day the baby was born. My daddy was literally afraid that she’d hurt herself. No matter how many times my pawpaw told her that it was over, she refused to accept it, and kept burning the divorce papers. Eventually, they were able to get her in court, but she tied up the process with all kind of litigation. She’d petitioned the courts to dig up all Ray’s finances, swearing that he was hiding money…which he was. Hell, he’d been in the streets for years, so we all knew that she’d never be able to touch all the money he had stashed. She was only entitled to the legal shit, and clearly, she wasn’t satisfied with just that.
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