“Your home is beautiful!” Déjà said impressed.
“Thank you, make yourself at home. The remote to the plasma is on the table. You can choose a movie that you wouldn’t mind watching,” said Xavier, disappearing into the kitchen. Déjà browsed through his movie col ection and came up on a wide selection of porn. “We can watch one of those if you like,” Xavier said, sneaking up behind her.
“Are you trying to give me a hint?”
“I’m not going to lie, I crave you. But, I’m fol owing your lead. You were just paying extra attention to the porn, so I figured you wanted to watch one!” He said, teasing.
“You crave me, huh?”
“You know I do. You felt my dick when we were on the dance floor.”
“Yes I did!” She said, licking her lips.
Seeing her gesture turned him on. “Whenever you ready baby,” Xavier stated as he turned and disappeared back into the kitchen.
He returned with two champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne. He put on the movie she chose which was “The Kingdom” he poured them both a glass of champagne. Déjà took a few sips while watching him take off his shirt. That alone had her moist. He had a body similar to Michael Jai White. He lied down on the couch pul ing Déjà down on top of him.
He held her tight as she relaxed her head on his chest. Fifteen minutes into the movie, they both had dozed off.
Déjà woke up in a cold sweat from yet another bad dream. He must’ve felt her jump because he woke up with a look of worry on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Where is your restroom?” Déjà asked with tears wel ing up in her eyes.
“Down the hal , first door on your right,” he said.
Déjà went into the bathroom to try to shake off another one of those dreams she’d occasional y have of that awful night when she was just ten years old. She splashed water on her face and applied some more lip gloss. When she returned to the living room Xavier stood up with his hand out. He led her upstairs and into the master bedroom. The room was almost the size of Déjà’s entire apartment. The room had a king size canopy bed, a sitting area, a fireplace in one corner, and a huge fish tank in the other. He led her over to the sitting area.
“Have a seat,” he demanded. He went into the master bathroom and ran her a tub of water in the Jacuzzi then re-entered the bedroom.
“So are you going to tel me what that was al about?” he asked, taking a seat next to her on the sofa.
“Long story,” Déjà answered with her head hung and not wanting to talk about it.
“I have nothing but time,” he said, lifting her head.
“It was a dreadful dream that I have every now and again of something that happened when I was ten. But I real y don’t want to talk about it right now,” she said in a low tone of voice.
“Okay, whenever you ready to tel me I’m ready to listen.”
She’d never had a man to care about her feelings.
Her heart became heavy. “Thanks. You know, you don’t seem like the typical street guy,” Déjà said, trying to change the subject.
“I try not to mix business with pleasure. Don’t get me wrong, I have my share of issues but I’l try not to bring that into your world,” he said, hugging her.
“I ran you a bubble bath with your favorite scent, Love Spell. I’m going to take a shower,” he said as he began taking off his pants.
“Are you afraid to bathe with me and how did you know I like Love Spell?” she asked going over to him.
“I told you. I did my homework and I was trying to give you your space, but if you want me to bathe with you then you got that. I didn’t want to scare you off,” he said, kissing her on the forehead.
“Scare me off? Ain’t nobody scared of you!” she said with a laugh. They walked into the bathroom.
“You talk a lot of shit. For your sake, you better be able to back it up,” he said, kissing her. He pried her lips apart and slipped her the tongue.
“Oh, I just hope you ain’t no damn minute man,” she said not being able to hold back any longer.
“Now that’s funny!” he said, walking toward the Jacuzzi.
They both stripped down to their birthday suits and were impressed. I knew he was fine, but damn. My prediction was right. He is about nine and a half inches, and its thick, Déjà thought to herself as she stared at his package. Because it had been over a year since Déjà last had some, she was beyond nervous but she wasn’t going to let him know that, especial y, after al the shit she had talked. But, she didn’t have to, her expression told it al .
“You’re not talking shit anymore I see. You petrified now, huh?” He asked with a devilish grin.
“You have the package, but let’s see what you can do with it,” she said stil trying to hold her ground.
Déjà and Xavier stepped into the hot tub. The jets felt good on her body. He pul ed her over to him. She straddled him as he began sucking on her rock hard nipples. She was grinding on his rock hard dick. She wanted him inside of her so bad she could taste it, yet he insisted on teasing her.
“So you’re going to tease me?” she said through whimpers.
“Yep that’s the plan!” he said while tongue kissing her neck. Déjà was about to explode when he began washing her body. He lifted her out the tub, dried her off, and took her over to the bed.
“You ready!” he said, spreading her legs.
“Take it easy. It’s been a while,” she said, rubbing his shaft. Her body quivered as he kissed her leg, working his way up her thigh, nearing her clitoris. He kissed around her clit. His hot tongue then licked her opening causing her to scream out in ecstasy. She never had a man to go down on her before, so this made her literal y climb the wal . “I can’t take it, baby,” she said, trying to close her legs.
“I’m just getting started baby!” he said now sucking on her clitoris. “I’m…about…to…cuuummmm!” Tears came down her face as her body vibrated.
“You want me to stop?” he said, looking up at her.
“No. Just promise me you won’t hurt me,” she said.
“I promise, baby. I’m al yours!” he said as he dug al nine and a half inches deep inside her. He had to start off slow because she was tight. She screamed out in ecstasy as he dug in deeper, touching down on her g-spot. She tried scooting away, but he held her tight in position. She came again and again as he pounded against her g-spot.
He held her body firmly against his as they came together.
She fel right to sleep in his arms.
********
She woke up the fol owing morning to gentle kisses on her back. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It was 10:06. She turned toward Xavier and tongued him down.
“So are you going to give me a chance to show you what the good life is like?” He asked while rubbing between her legs.
“Do I have a choice?” she asked, spreading her legs.
“You always have a choice, baby, but I’m hoping you say yes,” he said, climbing on top of her.
“Okay, yes,” she said, al owing him to enter her once again. They went at it again. Xavier made her cum three more times then made her Bacon, eggs, and pancakes with fresh squeezed orange juice for breakfast.
“I have to make a run. Do you want to stay here, or do you want me to take you home?” He asked as he cleared the table.
“I need to get home and do some paperwork, so you can take me home,” she said going back upstairs to shower and get dressed.
As soon as Déjà walked through the door her phone began ringing off the hook. She let it go to voicemail, but whoever it was cal ed consistently.
“Hel o.”
“Where the hel have you been?” Jade shouted into the phone.
“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” Déjà replied as she thought back to her rendezvous.
“Try me! You put me on hold yesterday morning, and I haven’t heard from you since.”
“I
’m sorry girl. That was Xavier on the other line when I told you to hold on.”
“Aw, shit. Let me take a seat. I got to hear this!” Déjà fil ed Jade in on everything from the time he picked her up to him dropping her off this morning. She was practical y screaming through the phone. “I’m so happy for you!” she said with excitement.
“Thanks girl. He is a real y nice guy and the sex was off the chain. I’m going to take a nap now. Can I cal you back later?”
“A’ight girl, I’l talk to you later.”
~NINE~
Jade had just arrived home from a long day at the office. She stopped and grabbed the mail then talked to the security guard Sheena for a few minutes. As Jade turned the corner, heading for the elevator, she was damn near knocked down by a high yel ow chick with fire red hair. The woman looked familiar, but she couldn’t pin point where she had seen her face. “Excuse you!” said Jade.
“No excuse you!” the yel ow chick said in a nasty tone then walked away.
Jade got on the elevator and pressed the number five. She was searching through her purse for her keys as she exited the elevator. She turned the corner and damn near fainted when she saw ‘ BITCH’ spray painted on her door. Jade stared at the door for a minute, and then it hit her.
“Dumb Bitch!” she yel ed, remembering who the yel ow broad was. That was Jay’s ex-girlfriend Mona.
Jade went into the apartment, threw her purse down, and dialed Jay’s cel .
“Hey beautiful,” said Jay, picking up on the first ring.
“Don’t hey beautiful me. You need to get your ass over here and get this damn spray paint off my damn door since you can’t control your women!” she yel ed while slipping on some jogging pants.
“What are you talking about Jade?” He asked, jumping up out his office chair.
“I’m talking about your high yel ow ass ex-girlfriend spray painting bitch on my damn door!” yel ed Jade now fuming.
“How you know it was her?” He asked as he grabbed his jacket and stepped onto the elevator.
“Because the sil y bitch damn near knocked me down when I was on my way up here. It didn’t click in that it was her until I seen that shit on my door. But, I’m hoping the bitch is stil down there,” she said, slipping her t-shirt over her head.
“No, baby, I’m on my way. Just stay in the apartment,” said Jay while practical y running to his car.
“Like hel ! By the time you make it here. That bitch wil be on a stretcher,” Jade said, walking out the front door and slamming it. She began banging on the down button on the elevator.
“Okay, baby, just calm down,” he said, putting the petal to the metal.
“Calm down!” Jade yel ed before hanging up the phone on him. Jade couldn’t get to the first floor fast enough. As soon as the elevator doors opened she ran into the main lobby. No one was there but Sheena. “Hey, have you seen this high yel ow bitch with a head ful of red weave?” she asked Sheena.”
“I know exactly who you’re talking about, but she gone,” Sheena said, getting up from her desk.
“Damn!” said Jade, looking out the front door.
“What’s going on girl?” Sheena asked, emerging from behind her desk.
“That hoe spray painted bitch on my damn door.”
“What? I had a feeling that trick was up to no good,” said Sheena.
“It’s cool, I’l catch her, and when I do, it’s going to take the jaws-of-life to get me off of her,” Jade said to Sheena.
“What beef you got with her?” Sheena asked.
“I don’t even know the broad. She used to mess with Jay and now pissed because I got him on lock,” she said, taking a seat in a chair.
“You know I don’t understand why women take their frustrations out on the woman instead of the man,” said Sheena.
“I know right, just ignorant!”
“Did you cal Jay?”
“Of course I did, who you think going to remove that shit off my door? Sure as hel ain’t gonna be me. I wasn’t fucking her!” She said, getting up out her seat.
“Wel go on back upstairs, girl. I’l make sure it doesn’t happen again, and I’l be sure the other security guards know not to al ow her on the premises,” Sheena said as she walked back over to her desk.
“A’ight, thanks Sheena,” Jade said as she stood up and headed toward the elevator.
Jade walked back into her apartment and instantly became nauseous. She ran to the bathroom. She heard the door open and close.
“Baby,” shouted Jay.
“I’m in here,” she replied stil hovered over the toilet.
Seconds later he appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I’m nauseous that’s al . I think it’s that Chinese food I ate for lunch.”
“You always eat Chinese food and it has never made you sick before.”
“Wel maybe my stomach didn’t agree with it today.”
“Naw, that’s not what it is,” he said with a smile. He knew exactly what it was, and was happy about it.
“Okay, Dr. Jay, if that’s not it, what is it then?”
“You’re pregnant,” he said, helping her up off the floor.
“No I’m not, Jay.”
“Okay, then why is it that when we were having sex the other night you wouldn’t let me go al the way in?”
“It was hurting, that’s why. But that doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yes it does. It means that your cervix is closed.”
“Cervix, what you know about a cervix?”
“I’m not stupid Jade, I did graduate from col ege. I know that when you’re pregnant your cervix closes.”
“I don’t even know anything about that, so how do you?”
“I’ve read up on child birth. I’ve always wanted a couple of kids and I’m hoping you’l be the woman to give them to me.”
“It definitely won’t be me if you don’t learn to control your ho’s, and keep them the fuck away from my front door,” she warned.
“I wil deal with her, baby, but in the meantime I’m going to run up to the store and get some paint so that I can get that bul shit off your door.”
“Now that’s a good idea!” she stated sarcastical y.
“Whatever, Jade!” he said, kissing her on the cheek.
“Do you need me to bring you back anything?”
“Yeah, a basebal bat because if she come here again, I’m busting her shit wide open.”
“You’re not going to be out there fighting.”
“Okay, let me catch that bitch in this building again!”
“I’l be right back, Jade,” he said, walking out the door. I’m fucking Mona ass up on sight, he thought as he rode the elevator back down to the first floor.
********
Jade’s cycle was two days late. About a week later, she set up an appointment with her doctor because she hadn’t been feeling good lately. She’d been throwing up, had the chil s, and cramping.
“What time is your appointment, baby?” Jay asked.
“At three o’ clock,” she said, feeling like she was about to vomit again.
“Okay, I’m downstairs. I’m going to come up and shower then I’l take you,” he said, getting out the car.
“You can come take a shower, but I can go to the doctor by myself.”
“Why you don’t want me to go with you?” he asked
“Because you been out at the club al night. Aren’t you tired?” she said, hoping he would say yes.
“I own the club. Al I do is sit in a chair. Besides, I want to know what’s going on with you. Although, I already know,” he said, walking through the door and hanging up the phone.
“Why do you think I’m pregnant?” She said, laying her head back on the sofa. He greeted her with a forehead kiss.
“Trust me I know, baby, but give me about 15
minutes to shower then I’l take you to the doctor so they can confirm my assumption
,” he said, heading toward the bathroom.
“Whatever!” she said, lying down.
~TEN~
Déjà woke up around 10:30pm. She prepared some baked chicken breast, rice medley, and string beans then checked her voicemail since she had turned the ringer off before taking a nap, so she could get some uninterrupted sleep for a change. She had no messages. She turned on the news. The newscaster was reporting a shooting at a local night club.
“See, that’s why I don’t do clubs!” Déjà said to herself. She worked on some of the paperwork that had been piling up on her desk, took a bath, and was back in bed by 2 am. Just as Déjà was getting relaxed under the comforter she heard a knock at the door.
“I’m going to kil Jade for coming here this late. She knows I have to be at work early in the morning,” she said tying her robe as she walked toward the front door. Déjà looked through the peep hole. “Oh, shit!” she said, fixing her ponytail. When she opened the door, Xavier stood there with tears coming down his cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” She asked with concern.
“They shot him, baby!” he said with anger.
“Come in Xavier. Who shot who?” Déjà asked, pul ing him into the apartment. He plopped down on the couch with his hands folded on top of his head. “What are you talking about Xavier, who shot who?” she asked again, sitting next to him, and rubbing his leg.
“My lil’ brother, they shot my brother. Those motherfuckers shot my damn brother!” he yel ed, slapping Déjà’s lamp, causing it to fly across the room. He stood up and began pacing the floor. She went over and hugged him. He held her tight. Déjà didn’t want to question him.
She just wanted him to calm down. Déjà guided him back over to the couch. “I’m sorry, baby. This is not your problem,” he said, wiping his tears away.
“What do you mean, you are mine now, remember?
That means that from now on, your problems are my problems. Whenever you need me, I’m here,” said Déjà, hugging him, and rubbing his back.
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