The Wild Child

by Nicole Jackson

“Come on,” she instructed, guiding me to lay down on the bench press. “Yes, just like that,” she stated just above a whisper, as she straddled me.

  Rolling her hips, she rubbed her clit up against my stiffness.

  Impatiently, I smacked her ass. “Why you playing?”

  Grabbing my hand, she placed it on her tit, while she lifted her ass, and slid down my dick.

  “Damn,” I bit my bottom lip, as she galloped up and down.

  “Uuummmmmmm,” she moaned with her eyes closed, placing a hand on her knee, while she fucked me sensually. “Damn, Jeremy, bae, I’ve been waiting on this day foreverrrrrr.”

  Using my thumb, I stroked her nipple. “Is that right?”

  “Yesssss,” she purred. “Oh, my God, I hope you don’t hurt meeee.”

  Tucking my lips into my mouth, I refused to comment on that. I fucked with Vita the long way, but nobody knew what the future had in store. For right now, this shit we had brewing between us was cool and just what the doctor ordered. And she played her cards right, there was no telling what we could be.

  ***

  What happened to forever?

  I stood there gazing down at my cell, reading that text over and over. Over a month had passed, and Jhyrah still reached out like everything had happened yesterday. Up until a few days ago, I was telling myself that I was completely over her, but as I stared at the words she’d just sent, I knew that I was lying to myself. The kind of love I have for her can’t be erased in a month. Fuck, I wasn’t so sure of years could change it. However, I knew that right then we couldn’t be together. I didn’t want the stress or aggravation, and her constantly calling didn’t help shit.

  Avoiding the subject of Jhyrah was damn near impossible, so I’d been distant from everybody I was usually close to. My mama was really tripping, acting like she couldn’t accept me dating anybody who wasn’t her daughter. I was tired of people pleading for me to just talk to her, inserting themselves in my muthafuckin business. I wasn’t talking to Jhyrah until I was ready, and I didn’t know whenever that would be. Shit, she wouldn’t even give me space, as she called from multiple numbers, since I had her blocked. She just wouldn’t quit, and I didn’t know what it was gonna take for her to realize that I wasn’t fucking with her like that.

  Nixing that text and Jhyrah off, I knocked on the door. Mere seconds later, the door swung open and a gentle smile greeted me.

  Excitedly, Vita jumped into my arms, raining kisses all over my face. “Oh, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you,” she cooed.

  “I missed you too,” I whispered, as I carried her over to the couch.

  “I swear that three days is too long. I was about to go crazy without you.”

  I grinned. “Was it going without me or this dick that was driving you crazy?”

  She tittered. “Both.”

  “Oh, yeah, well, show me what’s up, then.”

  I didn’t have to tell her twice. Vita immediately went in, dropping those panties, and easing my dick out of my jeans. With no time to fully undress, she climbed on top of me, and I pushed inside of her.

  Passionately, she wrapped her arms around me neck, as she pecked my lips. We rocked together steadily, taking our time. Just when I thought about flipping her ass over and beating the pussy up, my cell rang.

  “Huuuuuuh,” Vita groaned. “I am so damn tired of that damn phone. You need to get your number changed. I mean, damn. When is she gonna take a hint?”

  I rubbed her booty, while continuously pumping into her. “That might not even be her.”

  She sucked her teeth. “Yeah, right. I bet my last dollar that it is.”

  “But are you gonna allow her to kill our vibe?”

  She seemed to think about it. “Hell, nah.” She pushed me back. Holding her knees, she bounced hard on my dick. “Fuck her.”

  Jhyrah

  Tonight, with the rain and everything else, I was deep in my feelings. Suddenly, the condo seemed too big, and it was depressing to be there without him. I thought for sure that by now, I would’ve at least talked to Jeremy. But it hadn’t happened.

  After getting his clothes while I was still at Keyasia’s, he’d never stepped foot in the condo again. Most of his family were claiming that they hadn’t seen him in a while, as he’d become incredibly distant.

  Things had gone from people telling me that he’d eventually come home to them trying to convince me to let go. My social media life had become non-existent, as I refused to get online. Money was still being made, but I didn’t have any urges to mingle. Honestly, I was falling apart at the seams, as I prayed to God every night that he’d bring Jeremy back to me. I just didn’t know what to do or who I was without him, as life suddenly had no meaning.

  For the umpteenth time, I tried calling his phone, only to catch the voicemail. My heart sank down to my stomach, as I realized that he’d powered his phone off for the night. I knew this because I was using an app to call him, and he wasn’t familiar with the number to bother blocking it. He was unavailable period, and my heart pounded in my chest, as I wondered what he was doing and who was preoccupying his time.

  Picturing Jeremy with somebody else had me hyperventilating, as I had a panic attack. I was struggling to catch my breath, to the point where it took a second for me the realize that tears were sliding down my face. Holding my chest, I tried to steady my breathing. And just when I was beginning to calm down, I broke down into heavy sobs. Closing my eyes tightly, I was wishing that this was all bad dream. This couldn’t be my life.

  Chapter 25

  A Month Later…

  Jhyrah

  Having a little girls’ trip in Atlanta, me, Josairah, Keyasia, Rye, and Daynah had ventured to the Shops of Buckhead. We’d been shopping non-stop and were now scoping out things in Tom Ford. I already had two handbags on the counter, awaiting purchase, and now I was in search of some shoes.

  “I think this will look cute on me,” Keyasia commented, while examining a black dress. “What yall think?”

  “I like it,” Rye offered, as she caressed her round belly. “When I drop this baby, I’ma get one just like it.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, if your ass don’t get pregnant again,” I grumbled. “Getting knocked up back to back like a damn Mexican.”

  Rye gave me the finger. “Fuck you. You know this baby was an accident. I thought that I couldn’t get pregnant until after my period started again. I mean, who the hell gets pregnant when their baby is five weeks old?”

  “You,” we all responded in unison.

  Rye sucked her teeth. “Yeah, whatever.”

  “Girl, I just hope that bad luck of yours down rub off on me. My breasts are sore now, and I’m praying for a period,” Keyasia admitted. “I think that nigga Wale done finally got my ass again.”

  I bubbled over with laughter, as my cousin talked candidly. Honestly, I had been reluctant to come on the trip, as I was too busy feeling sorry for myself. Key had to practically twist my arm, but I was glad that she refused to leave my ass alone. This was the most I’d smiled in a while and I truly appreciated that.

  “Girl, please don’t get to talking and jinks me,” Josairah added. “I’m two in, and I’m scared every day that I’ma wake up to a belly full of number three.”

  I tittered. “Yeah, fucking with my brother, you better pray, because that nigga got a plan. You know he told me that he wants to follow in my daddy’s footsteps, right? And Big Jahrein is still shooting for number ten.”

  Josairah frowned. “You’re bullshitting me, right?”

  “Nope,” I popped my lips. “He told me that he sabotages your birth control appointments on purpose. He wants you to miss getting those shots,” I snitched.

  Josairah pursed her lips. “I figured that. That’s why I just have my mama keep up with the appointments now. He don’t have access to her phone.”

  “It’s really sad that yall have to resort to those measures,” Daynah interjected. “Just tell them niggas that yall giving them
no more rug rats. Periodt.”

  My gaze fell to her small round baby bump. “Yeah, okay, Daynah. What happened with you? You forgot to tell Kells that?”

  She smacked her lips, as she scratched her scalp. “He just caught me slipping. I was drunk.”

  We all laughed together, until someone tapped my shoulder, causing me to spin around. I arched a brow, once I realized that it was a white saleslady.

  “Excuse me, ma’am,” she smiled. “There’ s a gentleman over there who’s asking to get a minute of your time.”

  “Who?”

  She pointed across the room…at Dorian.

  “Oh, okay,” I uttered. “Thanks for delivering the message.” I sent her on her way.

  Rye frowned. “Who is that?”

  Josairah squinted those green eyes of hers. “Is that the dude Jeremy was tripping about taking pictures with you?”

  I sharply inhaled. “Yeah, that’s him.”

  Rye nodded, as she poked out her bottom lip. “He plays for Dallas, right?”

  “Yep,” I answered.

  “So,” Daynah dragged out. “You’re not gonna go over there and see what he wants?”

  I scowled. “For what?”

  Briefly, everybody stood staring at me. Eventually, Keyasia broke the silence. “Jhyrah, I know that you may not wanna hear this, but it’s time.”

  “Time for what?” I snapped.

  She cleared her throat. “It’s time for you to move on. It’s been over two months, and Jeremy hasn’t attempted to contact you. Now, I don’t know about what will happen in the future, but he’s gone, as it stands today. And I think that it would be healthy for you to start accepting things for what they are. You’re single, and it’s time to get out and mingle. From what you told me, that dude over there don’t sound too bad. Why don’t you go over there and see what he’s talking about?”

  “True,” Josairah agreed.

  “Yeah, I’m with Daynah on this one.”

  Everybody looked at Rye. “What?” she eyes bucked her eyes, once she realized that all eyes were on her. “Don’t look for me to say anything. If it wasn’t for Jhyrah and Jeremy, I wouldn’t know my daddy or my baby daddy. So, for that, I’m forever team Jhyrah and Jeremy. I think yall will eventually work it out. Sorry.” She shrugged her shoulders.

  Keyasia shook her head. “This bitch here, I swear. Jhyrah, don’t listen to her. This hoe cheated on every boyfriend she had, but she wanna tell you to have blind loyalty to a nigga who aint even fucking with you, right now.”

  Rye was totally unbothered. “No, get it right. I cheated on everybody except Jaylen. Don’t leave that part out.”

  Josairah waved them both off. “Forget all that, Jhyrah. Go see what the nigga want, girl. Shit, you never know. He might be feeling generous. Go finesse a bag out of his ass, sis.”

  I took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll go see what he’s talking about.”

  “Good,” Key grumbled, as I sauntered off.

  Dorian openly gawked at me, as I strutted his way.

  “Hey, what’s up? The saleslady said that you wanted me.”

  He licked his soft full lips. “Yeah, the word on the streets is that you’re single now. No disrespect, but I’m trying to see if I can be your friend now.”

  I mulled it over, before grinning. “Yes, Dorian. You can be my friend.”

  ***

  Listening to my family and friends, I’d stepped completely outside of my comfort zone, which had me kicking it in Dallas. After plenty of coercing from Dorian, I allowed him to fly me out for a few days. Ensuring that I wasn’t pushed to do anything I didn’t feel comfortable with, he’d put me up in a five-star hotel. And now on his off day, we were sitting in Perry’s Steakhouse, having dinner.

  “Damn, girl, your fine ass can eat, I see,” Dorian acknowledged, as I polished off my lobster tail.

  I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “That means that the food was good, because I haven’t been having much of an appetite lately.”

  “Yeah,” he cheesed. “They’re the truth, for sho’.”

  I nodded, as I sipped on my glass of Moet. Dressed in an off the shoulder Moschino dress, I’d gotten cute for him. Since I’d shied away from the spotlight, I’d been keeping everything simple, down to my hair. But since I was trying to get rejuvenated, I’d gone to the beauty shop, and the nail shop before coming to see him. My efforts were seemingly paying off as he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

  “Why are you staring at me?” I had to ask.

  He lightly chuckled. “That’s my bad. I’m just honestly over here, tripping out. I mean, I don’t wanna sound like a groupie or anything, but it’s crazy to be sitting across from somebody I’ve wanted for a minute. A nigga was beginning to believe that I’d never get the chance, and now you’re here.”

  “I am,” I concurred.

  “I know, huh? And you’ve been off the radar lately. I haven’t really seen you on the Gram. So, I was beginning to believe that I was never gonna catch up with you.”

  “Yeah,” I breathed. “I’m taking a social media hiatus.”

  He nodded. “I feel you. Those businesses you have are still booming, though. So, I know that throne is still open whenever you decide to come back.”

  I twisted my lips, trying to determine what I felt about his assessment. The fact that he was keeping up with my companies didn’t completely sit right with me. The hell was he keeping a tally of my shit for? “Yeah, I do alright.”

  He cleared his throat. “And I heard about that whole club situation and somebody slipping something into your drink. That was fucked-up.”

  “Yeah, it is what it is. Now, I’m just hoping to move past all that.”

  He nodded. “Aye, just look at it like this. Good or bad publicity is still publicity. As long as they’re talking, right?”

  “Nah, I don’t know about all that.”

  He tossed his arm over my chair. “Well, you wanna know what I know?”

  I cut my eyes at him. “What’s that?”

  His handsome was smiling hard. “I know that I’m glad that you’re single now.”

  My eyes lowered to the table. “Yeah.”

  Gently, he tapped my chin, snapping my neck up. “Don’t look like that.” He gazed into my eyes. “And why does it seem like you aint happy about being single? You aint over him, yet?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “He was all I knew, forever. I’m not gonna forget about him overnight.”

  “I can respect that. And I don’t wanna sound cliché, but if you allow me, I want to be here for you. Help heal your broken heart. Is that cool with you?”

  I smirked. “Yeah, that’s cool with me.”

  “Good, now let me get this check so we can get out of here.”

  “Okay.”

  Ten minutes later, we were exiting the restaurant hand in hand, and were bombarded by paparazzi. I was a little thrown off because this wasn’t L.A. I was sure that Dallas had its share of celebrities, but damn.

  “Fuck!” I vented, as attempted to shield my face with my hand.

  “Come on, let’s make a run for it,” Dorian suggested, as he pulled me along, never releasing my hand.

  Together, we climbed into his Range Rover. Trying to avoid the cameras, I slid down in the passenger’s seat.

  He snickered. “You’re ducking down, after they followed us all the way to the truck? That’s cute. Real cute.”

  Jeremy

  Leaning against a pool table, as I was puffing on a fat blunt, while some random broad was bent over, twerking her ass on my dick. As usual, Amir Junior was hosting a shindig at his spot and it was crazy. The female to male ratio was five to one, and I couldn’t complain.

  Since leaving Jhyrah, I’d been doing my thing. I’d indulged a in a few hoes, but nothing too deep. When I wanted some real shit, I’d turn to Vita. She was getting most of my time, but I wasn’t ready to commit yet. Thankfully, she wasn’t the pushy type, and had just been willing to go with the flow. Surprisin
gly, Vita was a freak, and had even been down for threesomes. We’d taken a few chicks home with us, and played all damn night. That alone told me that Vita was coming strong to win a permanent spot in my life.

  Admittedly, I found myself drinking more and getting high. I was still on top of my business, but I needed some shit to get my head right from time to time. Weirdly, Jhyrah had abruptly stopped reaching out, and I’d told myself that it was for the best. It was time that I closed that chapter of my life, but I couldn’t ignore the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. The fact that I didn’t fully have her out of my system was frustrating as fuck, as I used liquor to drown out her memory.

  “Bro, you seen this shit?” Jared questioned, placing a hand on my shoulder.

  I frowned, as I shoved ole girl off me. “Seen what?”

  He handed me his iPhone. “This shit, right here.”

  I frowned, as I read the caption. “Baewatch? The fuck?” I mumbled, as I studied the picture. “This bitch is on one, huh?” My jaw twitched as I saw Jhyrah riding in the truck with Dorian’s bitch ass, apparently leaving some restaurant in Dallas.

  “Aye, it’s something. But Ion know what the fuck,” Jared grumbled.

  I handed his phone back to him. “Now, you see what the fuck I’m saying? All the issues we’ve had over this nigga, and now she’s out in public with his hoe ass. This just confirms what every fucking body was saying. That bitch can’t be trusted.”

  Jared scowled. “Damn, nigga. You kinda harsh with them words, right now. Jhyrah is still my sis, regardless.”

  I sucked my teeth. “Nigga, miss me with all that. She was my bitch for how many years? I know I’ve earned the right to call her whatever I want. Besides, this just goes to show that she was lying her ass off. She probably was fucking him and that fat grease ball ass nigga Latrell.”

  Jared’s head fell back. “Come on, man. Please don’t start that bullshit, again. I mean, I know that she had you in your feelings over that nigga fondling her titty in public. I get it. Any nigga would be hot about that. But let’s keep it real. How many times have we gone to the club with Jhyrah and watched her get wasted? I don’t care how many drinks she’s had, she aint never looked or acted like that. Even Wale said that him and Key had to carry her into their crib. And she definitely wouldn’t let a nigga like Latrell nowhere near her. He aint her speed and you know that. Somebody had to drop something in her drink. Cause she might like to club hop, but she aint never been ran-through or easy to access.”