Page 11 of To Hades & Back

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Page 11 of To Hades & Back

Zeus snickered. “You’re not where? You don’t love her yet, or you just haven’t told her yet?” His eyes tightened. “I’ll tell you how I know you love her. Since she’s been around, I haven’t seen you so much as look at another female. If a bitch comes near you, you stiff arm the hell out of their ass.”

We all laughed because he was right. I didn’t want anyone to mess up what I was trying to build with Jin’jer. Although this was my first relationship, the advantage that I had was that I had excellent examples of how to properly act when I did get into a relationship. I learned when I was younger that doing right by a person was a decision. I had never had issues sticking to decisions that I made. I made the decision that I wanted to be with Jin’jer exclusively, so that was what would happen.

Meliseus and Arke walked up to us. Each of us dapped them. “Aye, the girls are coming up the street,” Meliseus let us know.

All of our attention went onto the street. Hestia led with Hera, Dindi, Melody, Jin’jer, and Princess trailing her. The paint job on my girl’s bike was one of a kind. Since we’d been together, we rode together a few times. I loved bonding with her in that way. She wasn’t an official member of the Mount Olympus Riders, but it didn’t matter since she was my ole lady. Dindi and Melody officially joined over a year ago.

There were open spaces next to where our bikes were parked for the girls. We were on our women before they could climb off their bikes. It didn’t escape me that Meliseus helped Hera off her bike. They’d been extremely friendly with each other lately. I wasn’t going to say shit until one of them said something to me.

“What’s up, baby? You good?” I asked after I set my baby’s helmet on her bike seat. I wrapped my arms around her then put my face into her neck to inhale her scent. Her ass loved that Daisy perfume, and now so did I.

She giggled. “Yes, I’m alright.” She pulled back to gaze at me. “Are you alright?”

“You’re here now.” I kissed her lips. “I’m fine anytime that you’re with me.”

We chilled at the sports bar for another hour before we all headed to our family compound. My baby worked earlier, so I knew she was exhausted. No time was wasted as we got into the shower for a quick sex session before we cleaned each other. Jin’jer’s head barely hit the pillow before her eyes closed.

The party was this weekend. We were on a flight to Boston tomorrow afternoon. My tuxedo and my baby’s dress were packed and ready to go. I looked forward to this weekend, but I knew my girl didn’t. I wanted to get a better understanding of who she was. I prayed that the disrespect from her parents was put on the back burner because mine wouldn’t be if not. I always traveled with a firearm, legally.

THEY’RE HAVING A PARTY…

BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS

It was the night of the party, and Jin’jer’s nerves sat on her shoulders. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her gown. Before we left Charlotte, she got her natural hair straightened. That shit was down her back.

We got to the venue which was huge. From the security, it was obvious that a lot of government officials were inattendance. I was sure to rent a chauffeur service to take us to the party. There was no way that we wouldn’t pull up in style.

I stepped out of the car first after our chauffeur opened the door. When Jin’jer stepped out, the whispers began. It was clear who she was because, again, she was a carbon copy of her mother. Now, Mrs. Copeland was a bitch, but her ass was fine as fuck. She wore horrible wigs, but she was still fine. I pulled my baby into my side and kissed her temple then said, “Breathe, baby. You are gorgeous.”

We walked to the front door hand in hand. The hostess’s eyes at the door enlarged after my baby gave her our names. “Oh, Jin’jer, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m Cordellia, your mother’s assistant. I’m happy to see that you were able to make it this year. Doctors Without Borders keeps you busy.”

Jin’jer smiled softly. “I don’t work for Doctors Without Borders, and I never have. I’m an intensive neonatal nurse in Charlotte, North Carolina.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must have misheard your mother when she told me that. My apologies again. You two will be at the front table with your parents,” she rambled out.

Jin’jer placed her hand on the hostess’s wrist. “Oh, you didn’t mishear her. That’s the bullshit narrative she gave to explain my absence at these stupid ass parties. It was nice to meet you as well, Cordellia.”

I walked beside my woman into the party. From the door of the main room where the party was held, I saw Mrs. Copeland. She stood next to, based on the pictures that I saw on the internet, Mr. Copeland. “Do you want to go say hi to your parents now?” I asked her.

“No, I want to go to the bathroom.” She looked around the room. Once she found what she was looking for, she pulled me behind her. When we got to the bathroom area, there was amale, female, and a family bathroom. She pulled me into the family bathroom.

After she locked the door, her little ass rushed me and slammed her lips onto mine. When her hand grabbed my dick through my pants, I stopped her. “Whoa, what you doing?”

Her face scrunched. “Um, I’m trying to get some dick. Can we have a quickie, please?”

I studied her face; she was nervous. I cupped her face with my hands before I kissed her lips. “You can have whatever you like. Bend that ass over.”

Her ass had on that fuck ass shapewear that women liked to wear. I had to go in through that pee hole in between her legs. Jin’jer knew that our quickies meant that I went balls deep and intense. She also knew that a quickie for us lasted five to ten minutes. It lasted until she did that pussy pulse shit that made me cum harder than a busted fire hydrant.

It took us another ten minutes or so after we finished to get cleaned up. People saw us leave the bathroom, but my baby showed no shame. That shit was funny to me. Her parents were mingling when we approached them. For a person who begged Jin’jer to be here, her mother didn’t appear happy to see her.Oh, wait, maybe it’s me.

“Mother, Father, how are you tonight?” Jin’jer asked with a soft tone.

Her parents sized both of us up. Her mother was the first to speak. “I see you decided to forego the dress options that I sent to you.” Her attention turned to me. “I see you found a suit. Did the Men’s Warehouse have a sale?”

I tittered. “Did Sheryl Chisholm’s family have an estate sale? It looks like you indulged in a few of her wigs.”Yeah, the gloves were off in this bitch.

“That is not how you speak to a woman. Your mother was right. Your taste in men has not improved over the years, Jin’jer,” Mr. Copeland said through gritted teeth.


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