“I do. I hadn't spoken to them since I left. I don’t even know what to say to them if I ever see them again. We sort of fell out because of Damien. Even they said he was controlling me, and I defended him, only for them to prove me wrong.” She shook her head.
“Well, if the friendship was real, you all will get right back.”
“That's true.”
“Lose Control” by Silk queued, and Jela stood.
“Yesss! I love this song!” she exclaimed, turning the volume up on the speaker.
She made subtle moves with her body until she lifted on her toes, did a spin, and then lifted her leg in slow motion until it was high in the air. She brought her leg back down slowly and did a back bend, reminding me that she was indeed a dancer. Her perfect posture and agility had me in a damn trance.
I know I’ve said this before, but my brother was a nincompoop. Every time I thought about the possibilities of making Jela mine, his dumb ass popped inside my head because I knew the shit was wrong to feel this way about her. She was my brother’s girl. They had a baby together—a baby that I loved dearly with a father I loved just the same, if not more. I was only supposed to get her away from him and be on my way back to Muskegon, yet here I was, sitting and watching her. My eyes were stuck on her body, thinking of all the ways I’d turn her ass every which way from Wednesday.
The passion on her face let me know that she had checked into her zone. I could tell she loved this, and my chest expanded, being proud of being her audience. Before I could stop myself, I was off the floor and heading over to her. Her arms were up, and I slid behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Tell me no, Jela,” I painfully told her.
Her arms came down, and her hands rested on my forearms. My lips pressed the nape of her neck, and her head fell to the side, allowing me more access.
“What if I don’t want to?” she replied in a raspy tone.
“I need you to…”
My tongue traced her earlobe, and my hands cupped her mango-sized breasts. She turned in my arms, looked up at me, and kissed me. I didn’t waste a moment, feeding her my tongueinstantly as we kissed. So much passion radiated between us that my head was reeling. I had one hand on her soft ass, and the other secured on her neck.
“Mmmm,” she moaned.
I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her over to the couch and sat down with her in my lap. Her fingers busied in my hair, while her eager tongue explored my mouth. I slipped the T-shirt she was wearing over her head, exposing her pretty-ass titties. I attacked them while she dry humped me. My dick was so fucking hard and ready to burst through the joggers I wore to get between her legs. I watched as her head fell back, and her eyes closed, enjoying me alternating between her breasts and squeezing her ass. When I went for her biker shorts, that's when I heard that painful-ass word.
“No.” My mouth disconnected from her breasts as I looked at her. “I—The river is flowing through the canal.”
It didn’t take me long to figure out what she meant. I nodded and pecked her lips once more. She slid from my lap, grabbing her shirt and covering herself. “I should go… No, Ineedto go to bed.”
She stood from the couch, putting her shirt back on, and I stood. Her eyes dropped to my dick, and I could see her cringe slightly.
I smirked. “Yeah… Don’t walk. Run. At this point, I don’t give a fuck about that little situation. I like my steaks medium-rare.”
“Oh God.” She turned and hurried out of the living room. “Good night, Truce.”
“Good night, Jela.”
She disappeared inside the guest room with Chunks already inside. I turned everything off and headed to my room to relieve myself, something I hadn't done since I was a damn teen.
Jela didn’t know it, but she had just fucked up.
Four DaysLater
For the past four days, I had been avoiding Truce like the plague. The conversation, the lights, the music, and the wine made me lose my damn mind. It wasn’t lost upon me that Truce was attracted to me. The man would always stare at me for long periods of time, giving me those sexy bedroom eyes. He was also going above and beyond to make sure I was safe and protected. Not to mention the bond he shared with Scottlyn. The girl was attached to him, and it made me wonder if she missed her daddy. I questioned if Truce was just a familiar person, and if she actually saw her father in him.
During the past four days, I had been back and forth from my mom's place and Jas’s, catching up on time that we missedtogether, and it felt so good. The next day, after our heated moment, Truce did as he promised and bought me a new phone and took me to the police station to file a restraining order. I honestly didn’t think or believe that it would work because Damien didn’t give a fuck about a piece of paper. If he wanted me, he was going to come get me, but I tried not to think negatively about my situation. I was determined to move away from being the distressed victim and continue to love on my daughter. My first goal was to find a job to take care of us. I told myself that once I did that, it would be smooth sailing to my independence.
We were currently at my mom's house for a dinner gathering she pulled together at the last minute. She had invited her former colleagues from the hospital and a few neighbors with whom she’d had a long relationship. They had brought their daughters, who Jas and I grew up with. Sanaa was Miss Sheila’s daughter and one of the girls I didn’t care too much for. She was fake as hell, but I didn’t make a fuss about my mom inviting them. I was just happy to be with my family.
Truce was sitting at the dining room table surrounded by the women. They were fawning all over him, and I didn’t like it. There was nothing I could do about that, though. Truce wasn’t my man, and I had no rights to him. That still didn’t mean I didn’t feel a little jealous. The fact that he was flirting back with the thirsty women irritated me as well.
I left the dining room and went into the kitchen to catch a breather. I poured a glass of wine just as Jas came into the kitchen with Scottlyn on her hip.
“My baby loves me, Jela. She said my name!”
