Love Me Some You: A Complete Novel

by Jenesequa, Miss

  I didn’t want to cry, so I didn’t. I think that everyone has the option to choose which emotions they want people to see.

  “I’m okay, Forrest.”

  “No you’re not.” He was right, but I didn’t want him to start worrying about me.

  “I’ll be okay.”

  “I need you to be okay. I don’t want you upset, Jess.” He grabbed hold of my hands and held them in his. “Why didn’t you tell me about your mom?”

  “I was going to tell you, but I just couldn’t find the right time.”

  “I’m sorry, my mom as-”

  “Don’t be Forrest. She didn’t know, and you didn’t know.”

  “I’m still sorry.”

  “It’s okay baby.”

  “Do you want to talk about it?”

  I didn’t mind talking to Forrest about my mother, but I knew that I would just start crying again.

  “I don’t mind baby... But I’m just gonna start crying.”

  “It’s okay, Jess. I’m here to wipe every single tear, baby.”

  ~ Forrest ~

  “You okay now, Jess?” Tremaine questioned Jess, watching her as she sat back down on her seat.

  She nodded, then smiled at me.

  It made me happy to know that she was feeling better. I knew that talking to her about her mother had let her release some of the sadness that was building up inside her.

  I had managed to find out more about her past and comforted her about her mother’s death.

  It was a shock to hear that her mother had died, but I was glad that she had finally trusted me enough to confide in me.

  I was also glad that Jess and Mama were getting along. They seemed to be enjoying talking to one another and even prepared lunch together.

  Everything was going great, until the very devil herself decided to walk inside the room.

  “Trey... Baby, I need some money to go get some things.”

  As soon as she spoke, Jessica rolled her eyes. Tremaine’s facial expression had gone from happy to pissed off. As for Mama, she just looked calm.

  “Tiffany, I gave you money yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.” Tremaine told her, clearly annoyed that she was here.

  “Fine,” Tiffany snapped at him. “I’ll just have to go without what I need for YOUR baby!”

  “Shut up, Tiffany. I’ll look after my baby if it ever comes out your stomach,” he said back to her.

  “Tiffany, can’t you see that Trey has his brother and his girlfriend over?” Mama asked Tiffany.

  “And so?”

  “Tiffany!” April shouted at her. “Don’t be rude, girl. Just because you’re pregnant from my son doesn’t mean you have the right to be so disrespectful.”

  “I’m sorry. Hi Forrest and hi,” she began to stare at Jess, her eyes examining her up and down, “his girlfriend,” she said in a displeased tone.

  Jessica had told me about the time she whooped Tiffany’s ass, the day Monique caught them cheating. Ever since then, Tiffany’s been scared of my woman. I couldn’t help but laugh when she told me that story.

  All I know is, no one better mess with my woman or else it won’t just be Jess whooping their ass.

  ~ Jessica ~

  This bitch.

  She’s lucky that April is here right now or else I would have had to give her another beating.

  Tremaine reluctantly gave Tiffany some more money to get her to leave us alone.

  I really wish that sometimes that Forrest wasn’t Trey’s brother, because that means I have to constantly be involved in his family, meaning I have to constantly be involved with Tremaine Neverson.

  I don’t know how I’m supposed to pretend to like this guy. I don’t know what it’s going to take for me to be okay with this guy again.

  Maybe if Monique comes back from New York and they somehow work this shit out?

  Nope. I doubt she’ll want anything to do with him, especially once Tiffany has his baby.

  Five hours later, it was time for us to leave. I hugged and kissed Mama Forrest goodbye and even promised to come and see her next week.

  I liked her a lot and she seemed to like me too, so everything was going good. I was actually happy that Forrest wanted me to meet her.

  She’s funny, has a great personality and is a great cook! She said that she’s going to teach me how to make Forrest’s favorite dish next time I come over.

  As for Tremaine? The silly boy thinks that I’m going to help him get back Monique.

  “Look, Jess, I need your help! Please...”

  “With?”

  “Monique. I need her back. I can’t live without her, Jess.”

  “You’re breathing right now, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah bu-”

  “Then you can live without her.”

  “Jess, please. I need her. I just need her back here. So I can just talk to her. You’re the only person in contact with her. Please Jess.”

  I didn’t promise him anything because it wasn’t like I wanted them back together. Sure, they were good together, but Tremaine was a fool. I wasn’t about to let him think that I was his Cupid angel, who was going to automatically help him get Monique back.

  He needed to think about the consequences of his actions slightly longer.

  He needed to understand that he fucked up. He fucked up all by himself, and if he really wanted her back, he’d fix things all by himself.

  I had only realized that when we got back to my apartment, Forrest had brought some of his stuff over in his Nike gym bag.

  I laid on my double king sized bed, wearing nothing but my black lace bra and black thong, watching my sexy man unpack his things and place them in my empty drawers.

  “Forrest...”

  “Yes, baby?” He had his muscular back facing me and continued to place his things away.

  All I wanted was for him to remove those shorts of his and have his way with me.

  “Why don’t you come into bed with me?” I questioned him seductively.

  “Not now babe, after I’m done unpacking I’ve got to go book a few trainer sessions.”

  Forrest being a personal trainer was nice and all, but all I wanted was my man to give me some special attention.

  “Hmm... I see. But can’t you do that later? It’s late baby... Just come into bed with me.”

  “I’d rather do it now. I’ve got a lot of sessions coming up this week,” he said, still concentrating on his task.

  “But Forrest... Are you sure you don’t want to come into bed right now with me?”

  I watched as he turned around, and his eyes instantly widened with lust.

  “Ooooooo...” He began to bit his juicy lips. “I hate to turn you down baby...” I stretched out my legs, allowing him to get a clearer look at my sexy black lingerie. “I really hate to turn you down baby but...”

  “Forrest, you don’t need to turn me down, just get in bed,” I winked at him sexily.

  Forrest shook his head at me reluctantly before closing the drawer and placing his Nike gym bag on the floor. “I can’t, baby.”

  He quickly ran out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. “Forrest!”

  Just fucking great. He’s got me all heated and shit for him. I’m horny and Forrest is not giving me his dick. There’s only one solution to this.

  “Where are you Mr. Fun?” I said joyfully, before getting out of my double bed to go look for my toy.

  However, my bedroom door quickly opened and Forrest entered back inside the room.

  “I thought you had work to do Forrest?”

  I watched as he started removing his shorts, then his boxers, revealing that... Oh Lord... Still so big.

  “Fuck work,” he said, his arousal for me clearly in his sexy, deep voice. “Ain’t no way I’ma let you use that plastic shit to replace this boss ass D.”

  I couldn’t help but chuckle at him after hearing him say that. He started walking towards me, and lifted me up on my feet, wrapping my
legs around his back. I could feel his big dick poking me down below. Oh God. He leaned into my lips, kissing them hungrily, slowly leading us out my bedroom.

  Where were we going? I thought we were having sex on my bed.

  I pulled back from his lips. “Forrest, where are we going? The bed’s in my room.”

  “Who said we were having sex on your bed this time?”

  “Where then, baby?” I leaned into his neck, inhaling his sweet masculine scent. He smelt so good all the time.

  “The kitchen.”

  “You’re so bad Forrest!” I grinned at him, latching my lips back on to his thick lips, feeling him unhook my bra strap.

  My bad boy, Forrest Tucker.

  ~ 18 ~

  ~ Forrest ~

  “Babe, do I look cute or nah?”

  “Yeah... without that fucking bra.”

  “Forrest!” she smirked at me, before pulling her t-shirt down, covering those big breasts of hers that I loved to play with so much.

  “What time is your photoshoot?” I asked her, watching as she opened her wardrobe and reached on the top shelf for her heels.

  “It’s at one. I’m supposed to be there at 12:45 though.”

  I turned my head to look at the black clock hanging on her peach bedroom wall. It was now 11:45. She had exactly an hour, which meant she had plenty of time.

  “Well you’ve still got plenty of time baby. So come back to bed...”

  “No Forrest. We were up all night last night; you’ve worn me out.”

  “Really? You didn’t sound worn out last night on the kitchen counter,” I teased her. She thought she was slick. I knew exactly why she made me distracted yesterday which resulted in me getting no work done.

  “Hmm, only because of what you were doing to me,” she said, placing her sexy black heels on her feet.

  I got up from her bed and walked towards her. “Did you enjoy what I did to you last night, baby?” She nodded as I grabbed hold of her slim waist. “Do you want me to do it again?”

  “Yes, but not now, Forrest. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” She quickly gave me a peck on my lips and before I knew it, she had her Louis Vuitton bag in her hands, and she was gone.

  Leaving me all by myself.

  I had work to do today too. I had about five new clients who wanted me to be their new personal trainer. Three females and two males.

  One thing I’ve learnt, never mix business with pleasure. Sure, there’s some fine ass females who want to be trained by a professional like me, but I’m not about to lose the best relationship I’ve had all year because of a female that wants me to fuck her brains out.

  First female client I had to train at the gym today was named Zarah. I was just hoping I could finish this session early and go meet Jess at her photo shoot. I had a mini surprise for her tonight.

  Being with her makes me so happy. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before in my life. She’s amazing and knows how to make me feel good, with or without sex. I remembered when I was talking to mama about her.

  “So is it serious?”

  “We just started going out but yeah, it’s getting serious, Mama.”

  “Does she make you happy, Forrest?”

  “She does, Mama. I have a great time with her. I feel like I can talk to her about anything in the world. She’s so special to me. She’s different than any other woman I’ve been with. I’m glad you met her Mom, because I think I’m going to be with her for a long time.”

  That was the honest truth. At this moment in time, there was no other woman that I wanted to be with more than Jess. Making love to her every night is a feeling that I can’t even describe. It’s just perfect.

  Just like her.

  ~ Jessica ~

  “Monique! Yes, I just finished my third shoot of the day... Yeah I’ve got one more to go... Seriously?... Do you know when you’re thinking of coming back?... Okay... Well, I’ve got to go get dressed for my next shoot... Yeah I’ll talk to you soon...”

  During my next shoot, all I kept thinking about was what Monique had revealed to me on the phone. She was thinking of making her way back to LA in a few months. Was I ready to tell her about Forrest and I?

  No.

  I kept thinking about all the things that could go wrong. Monique might make me choose between her and Forrest. Who would I choose?

  I have no fucking clue.

  Probably Monique. She’s been with me since the very beginning. I couldn’t just choose a male over her. Even though this male is someone I care about very much and wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with.

  Hopefully, I could think of a way to tell Monique.

  After my photo shoot, I went straight to my dressing room only to see my man sitting comfortably on my purple sofa, surrounded by a dozen red roses.

  At first I thought I was hallucinating, because of the amount of red I was seeing. But, when I saw the look of happiness on Forrest’s handsome face, I knew this was no dream.

  “Oh my gosh! Forrest!” I couldn’t believe it. This man.

  He had to tread carefully to me, so that he wouldn’t crush any roses. “Do yo-” I didn’t even give him the chance to speak properly, all I did was jump in to his arms and kiss him passionately.

  A dozen roses? I’ve never had this in my entire life. Only Lord knows what I’m going to do with them... I’ll probably just have to keep them here.

  “Awww baby, I love it. Thank you!”

  “You we-” Again, I didn’t give him the chance to finish what he wanted to say, I just pressed my lips back on to his.

  Of course, me being the freak of the century I was willing to have a full sex session here in my dressing room, with all these roses around. However, there were two problems.

  No condoms.

  Forrest had prepared a special meal for me back at home.

  Once in front of my apartment door, Forrest blindfolded me with his hands, making sure that I wouldn’t be able to take a peek at anything.

  “You sure you can’t see anything right baby?”

  “Yes Forrest...”

  “Good...” I felt Forrest remove his hands from my eyes. “You can open your eyes now, baby.”

  More roses were scattered everywhere. My curtains closed. Candles burning. Slow jams playing. The beautiful smell of freshly cooked food. A table for two. A big bottle of champagne in an ice bucket.

  Was my man trying to seduce me?

  He led me to my seat, pulling out my chair like a true gentleman. We first said grace together, holding hands over the food. Then we were ready to eat.

  “You cooked this?” I questioned him, looking down at the well-cooked herb roasted chicken and risotto that sat on my plate.

  “Every single bit,” he smiled at me, revealing those pearly whites of his.

  “Wow... I can’t lie... I’m impressed, baby.” I licked my lips, grabbing my fork and knife, ready to eat.

  Forrest was such a charmer. He knew all the things to say and do to make me one happy lady. I was glad that he was my man.

  “How was your day today, baby?” he asked me, taking a large bite of his risotto.

  “It was good... I spoke to Monique today,” I told him.

  “Really? How is she?”

  “She’s good. She’s thinking of coming back in a few months’ time.” I wanted to see how he was going to react to me not telling her about him and I yet. But, I didn’t want to start trouble between Forrest and I, so I changed the subject. “How was your day?”

  “It was great. I finally trained my first client today.”

  “Oh that’s good. How did it go?”

  “I enjoyed it a lot. My client was a female and she did everything I asked.”

  Wait... What? She?

  Okay, there’s no need for me to start getting worked up over a female client that Forrest has, right? He’s a grown man. He makes his own decisions. She’s just a client who he happens to train.

  “That’s good. Anymore client
s this week?”

  “Yeah... Two males.” Oh Thank God. “And two females.” For the love of peace and tranquility. What? Two more females.

  “Okay,” I said, looking back down at my plate of food. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t want Forrest training no females. I know how thirsty chicks get over personal trainers. Hot personal trainers like my man Forrest. He’ll be training them shirtless too, so all they’ll be looking at are his beautiful abs and those bulging muscles.

  Fuck no!

  “Baby, is something wrong?” Forrest reached out for my hand across the table.

  “No,” I snapped, moving my hands away from his reach.

  “Are you sure?” he asked me, clearly concerned at why my emotions had suddenly changed.

  I should just tell him how I feel, instead of keeping it bottled up inside. “I don’t like you training females, Forrest.”

  “Why?”

  “I know how girls who get trained by personal trainers become, Forrest. They’ll be all over you.” I looked up at him, no longer feeling the need to eat.

  “But who says I’ll be all over them?” He too dropped his cutlery and looked up at me.

  “Forrest, you have to be all over them because you’re training them.” Was he seriously trying to take me for a fool right now?

  “Wait, so you’re saying I’ll be all over them, as in lusting over them?” He raised one brow up at me.

  “No, but... You’ll just have to touch them and make sure they’re doing the right exercise.” He would have to touch them and that would get them overly excited, having my hot, muscular man touching them.

  “Just because I’ll be touching them doesn’t mean I’ll want to do something to them,” he said, leaning back further into his chair.

  “That’s what you think,” I mumbled quietly.

  “Oh, so you don’t trust me, Jess?” he questioned me. He was starting to get on my nerves.

  “I never said that.”

  “But it’s obvious you don’t if you think I won’t be able to control myself around female clients. So yo-”

  “I’m not about to have an argument with you, Forrest,” I interrupted him and got up out of my chair.