Page 16 of To Hades & Back
“Fuck, Jin’jer!” I wasn’t sure what the hell I did right today. When I got home from handling some business, Jin’jer accosted me in the kitchen, dropped to her knees, and started sucking my dick. Respectfully, Jin’jer sucked dick like she gave Superhead lessons. “I’m about to nut, baby.”
Seconds later, my nut slid down her throat. You never realized you needed your dick sucked until you were getting it sucked. My ass was leaned back on the counter, shamelessly, on my fucking tiptoes as I tried to summon my soul back to me. After I was drained, her ass still sucked. I had to put my hand on her forehead to push the dick sucking devil back.
“What’s wrong, baby? You can’t take it?” she taunted when she got up from her knees. She walked to the refrigerator like she hadn’t just evicted my soul from my body without notice.
I didn’t know what to fucking say. “Um, you want me to cook dinner tonight?” I was about to go to the store to get her steak and lobster.I wonder if my mama can whip up a Crème Brûlée.
She took a sip of the orange juice that she got from the fridge before she responded. “If you want to cook. You don’t have to.”
“Yeah, I kinda do. I have to do something, shit. You want a Birkin or some shit?” She laughed, but I was serious as shit. I’d go right now and get her ass one, cash.
She set her juice bottle on the counter then walked over to me. My baby had to put my dick back in my sweatpants because I was still trying to recover. It wasn’t until she wrapped her arms around my waist that my soul came back to me. Jin’jer was a fucking soul transporter.
She gazed up at me with her beautiful brown globes. “I know something that you can do for me.” Her tone was nervous, leading me to believe that her earlier performance was to soften me up for this. “Can you come with me to Colorado to get a maternity test with Dorian?”
My ears peeked. “A maternity test? Have you talked to him?”
“Yeah, I . . . I reached out to him a little bit ago on Instagram. We’ve talked on the phone a few times,” she told me. I knew he was a minor, so I asked if she needed his mother’s consent to take a maternity test. She nodded. “Yeah, she gave her consent when I talked to her a couple of days ago.”
I smiled then said, “You’ve been busy, huh?” I kissed her forehead. “You know I’ll go with you. I appreciate you for that head, but you don’t have to do that to get something out of me. Well, maybe an expensive ass Birkin, but anything else, nah.”
After we chuckled, I asked her if this was really what she wanted to do. “Yeah, it is. I have to know. He said that he was told that I didn’t want him. Hades, that’s not true. I wanted my baby.”
“I know you did, baby. We’re going to take care of it. Have you already made the appointment?” I asked her.
She nodded before she told me that the appointment was in three days. Welp, it looked like we were going back to Colorado. I prayed she got the answers that she needed to get the peace that she wanted. Something told me that there was going to be some hell before we got to that peace.
We’d beenin Colorado for almost a week now. We got here the day before the test and decided to stay until we got the results. Dorian and his mother met us at the testing facility. I had mixed feelings about her. She gave off aI’ll only do it if there’s something in it for mevibe. Yeah, she seemed to love Dorian, but I wasn’t sure if it was for the right reasons.
My father used some of his connections to have her file pulled. Dedra Vinson was a foster parent that had a revolving door of foster children from when she took her first one at twenty-seven until she moved to Boston when Dorian was ten. She made good money with the amount of fosters that she had at one time. She got a check for each of them, food stamps, and other government assistance. There was a serious crisis in the foster care system. Some people took advantage of that fact for their own financial gain.
The question that I wanted to ask was why Dorian. She had multiple children that she could have adopted but never wanted to. From the file, she was asked each time if she wanted to adopt the children that were in her care. She always said no, then one day, she just wanted to suddenly adopt Dorian.
“I just got the email with the results,” Jin’jer said when she came into the living room of our hotel suite. “Dorian and his mom are on their way here. You want to go to the restaurant downstairs?”
Yeah, she knew that I didn’t want them in our suite. Well, not so much Dorian, but his mom legit looked like the type of woman that would set you up to be robbed. “Yeah, let’s go ahead downstairs. I know your ass is hungry.”
She texted Dorian to let him know where to meet us. It took them another fifteen minutes to arrive. When they sat down at the table, Dedra picked up the menu. “This is on y’all, right?” she asked as she thumbed through the menu.
I snickered then told her yeah. I told Dorian to get what he wanted, but he said that he wasn’t hungry. The waitress came to the table and took our orders. Dedra went all out with it and ordered a fucking Tomahawk steak. I knew her arteries were clogged like fuck. What kind of woman ordered a damn forty-ounce steak just for herself? Ole gargantuan back carnivore.
“Okay, Dorian. I’m going to go ahead and open the results,” Jin’jer said after the waitress dropped off our drinks orders.
Dorian told her okay. I anticipated what the paper would say. Since we’d seen him the other day, I picked apart his features to compare them to hers. There were some similarities, but he must have looked more like his father. Jin’jer stared at her phone for what seemed like forever before she gazed across the table with wet eyes. “According to this, I am your mother.”
Dedra rolled her eyes. “I told you. I have no damn reason to lie.”
“Well, let me ask you this, Dedra. How did you know that she was his mother? You’ve had multiple children in and out of your home. Why was Dorian so different that you chose to adopt him and find his parent?” I asked her with skeptical eyes.
She glared at me with tight eyes. “One of the caseworkers at social services that I was cool with told me about it. She didn’t tell me exactly who his mother was, but she did tell me that Dorian’s grandfather was some high-powered judge in Boston, Massachusetts. After a little poking around, I figured out who it was.”
“So, what? You found out who my parents were and adopted my son? Why move to Boston?” Jin’jer asked him.
Dedra glanced at Dorian. “I moved here because I figured they would want to get to know their grandson. I wanted Dorian to be closer to his mother and grandparents.”
Dorian’s face scrunched. “Ma, that doesn’t make sense. When you told me that she was my mother, you told me that the social services people said I was abandoned. If I was abandoned, why would you think they would want to get to know me?”
“I don’t know, Dorian! Excuse me for trying to make sure you know your roots. It’s not my fault that your mother abandoned you,” Dedra spat.
