Jholee & Kiandre, page 11
“If you want some popcorn, babe, I got it,” Octavia said.
“Nah, this is fine,” Jholee said.
Jholee didn’t want to wait around for TK and Riley so the trio walked into the theatre and it was almost packed. They found a row of seats close to the top that had five open seats. They took the seats and TK was on one side of Jholee and Octavia was on the other side. As soon as Riley made it to the top of the stairs, some white man came and asked TK if the seat was taken, and he said no before Jholee could open her mouth.
“Why you do that to your date?” Jholee whispered.
“I’m next to my date right now,” TK said.
Jholee didn’t say anything to that statement, but TK could tell that she was blushing even though the theatre was dark. Octavia looked out the corner of her eye to see her friend blushing at whatever TK was saying to her. No matter what Jholee told Octavia, she knew that Jholee was falling hard under TK’s spell. She knew her friend was going to get hurt because TK was never going to leave Chey’s baldhead ass alone.
After the movie, everybody decided that it was cool to skip dinner, so Jholee was walking up to Octavia’s car, looking at her phone to see if Major had at least called or text, but he hadn’t. She called him, but the phone call went straight to voicemail.
“Can you stop at the Gate? I want to get me some frozen yogurt,” Jholee said to Marcus once he pulled to the stop light.
She had a ten-dollar bill in her wallet that she had hid from herself. In the gas station, Jholee was getting her favorite chocolate frozen yogurt and swaying her hips to the song that was playing over the radio when she felt someone come up behind her.
“Can I lick that off you tonight?”
That voice. His voice always made the hairs on her body stand up. She didn’t know what it was about him that always made her lose control of herself.
Jholee turned around and faced him. “TK, you a stalker now?”
“Yeah, I’m stalking you. Nah, I’m fucking with you, babe. I’m getting gas, but answer my question.”
“What question is that, Kiandre?”
“Licking that yogurt off you tonight,” TK said and backed her against the machine.
Jholee could barely breathe and it was killing her. The moment TK swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, it was a done deal, she wanted him.
“Alright, let me pay for this and I’ll… I’ll meet you at your…” Jholee paused.
“My truck. It’s right behind ya friend’s car, and I’ll pay for this.”
TK took the yogurt out of her hand and went to the front while Jholee walked out of the store towards her friend’s car. The minute Jholee knocked on Octavia’s window, she already knew what was up.
“Just be careful, JoJo, damn,” Octavia said as soon as she let her window down.
“I’ll let you know when I get home, I promise,” Jholee said and blew her a kiss before Octavia let the window up.
She opened the door to TK’s truck and the smell of weed and TK’s cologne hit her right in her face. She looked at her phone and saw that she had a couple of messages from Fahad.
JISAF: Hey beautiful, I was just thinking about you. Hope you had a great day.
JISAF: Have a good weekend.
She didn’t write him back because she didn’t want to start a conversation only to have to end it abruptly to spend time with TK, but she did smile at the messages. The way TK and Octavia made it seem, you would have thought that the dudes were mean as hell. Jholee and Fahad been conversing back and forth for the last week and he had been doing nothing but complimenting her. Somehow, she found herself thinking about him a lot as well and hoping that he was having a good day. Some nights they chatted back and forth for hours, getting to know each other. It was almost like Fahad wanted her to be more than his sex partner. Although Jholee was starting to like him, she really was doing all of this for the money. She still hadn’t worked up the nerve to set a date yet, especially when Fahad said he would provide a jet for her; she got scared. If it was up to Fahad, she would have been over there with him a day after they had been chatting.
“Here you go, beautiful,” TK said when he opened the door to hand Jholee her frozen yogurt.
She started eating the yogurt slowly as she watched TK pump the gas in the rearview mirror. As if he knew that she was watching, he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth before winking at her. She immediately took her eyes off him and looked ahead. The smallest gestures that TK did always made her body warm. When TK finished pumping the gas, he slid in his truck and took some hand sanitizer out of his arm rest and squirted some in his hand.
“Why you looking at me like that woman?” TK asked as he drove through the streets.
“This is the second time I’ve seen you in jeans. Where are the velour suits, pimp?”
TK laughed out loud and looked at Jo. “Pimp?”
“Yeah, you got all the girls.”
“Including you?”
“Nah, you ain’t got me. Last time I remember you was throwing me out of your moving car.”
“Throwing you out of the car? And it was moving? That’s a stretch ain’t it? You got out and slammed my door hard as hell. I should smack you just like you smacked me the last time we saw each other. I don’t like that shit, Jo. Don’t put your hands on me, ma.”
“Sorry,” Jholee whispered.
“The best apology is changed behavior.”
“Oh my God, you are acting like I beat you or something. I smacked you once because you said some foul stuff to me.”
“That wasn’t foul, ma. It was the truth and the truth hurt. You enjoy kicking it with me just like I enjoy kicking it with you. Fuck Major. Fuck Chey. Fuck Riley. That’s how you feel, right?”
Jholee didn’t say anything because it was true, but she would never forget about his girl jumping on her. She couldn’t fight, and she wouldn’t subject herself to that type of violence.
“I know that’s how you feeling. You ain’t got to tell me. It’s cool.”
“But you love Riley, though,” Jholee whispered. “And you ate her out,” Jholee whispered even lower.
TK swerved the truck so hard that it almost flipped over. Jholee clutched her heart out of fear.
“I did what!? Excuse me, Jo, what the fuck did you just say?”
Before Jo could respond, blue lights appeared in the mirror. TK looked in the mirror and started slowing the truck down. Jholee looked at him and there wasn’t an ounce of fear on his face.
“TK, do you have your gun on you?” Jholee whispered.
“Yeah, but fuck all of that though. What the fuck did you just say to me? You said I ate who pussy. I’m in love with who?”
That was the least of Jholee’s worries. She was worried about TK and why he wasn’t scared for his life, like she was. TK had pulled his truck over on side of the road and put the truck in park. TK looked over at Jholee and he could tell that she wanted to cry.
“Can we not talk about that, right now. Can you give me your gun, please?”
“For what?”
“I don’t want them to hurt you, TK,” Jholee replied.
“So, you trying to take a charge for me?” TK smirked.
“If I have to. As long as nothing happens to you, I’ll be fine. I’ve never been in trouble before or any of that, and I have a gun license. Please give it to me. My purse is big.”
Hearing Jholee say that to him, made his dick hard as fuck. Not even Chey had said that she would take a charge for him. Jholee didn’t know what had come over her, but she didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t want TK to go to jail.
“Lil’ mama look at me,” TK said, and Jholee obliged. “I’m straight. I promise.”
The police officer knocked on the window and TK slightly let it down. Jholee held her breath as the officer flashed the light in the car.
“TK, what’s good, man? What the hell going on? You been drinking?”
“Nah, my shorty over here said something real off the wall and it fucked me up.”
The officer flashed the flashlight over in the car at Jholee and he smiled at her. Jholee offered a small smile back.
“Aight man, take care,” the officer said and left the window.
TK let the window back up, put the truck in park, and pulled off.
“Told you I was straight, lil’ mama.”
“You know all of the cops?”
“Jacksonville is small, but big. So, yeah, I pretty much know all of them.”
“Oh, I get it. You must sell drugs or they one of your clients at Sins?”
TK looked over at her. “You the feds?”
“Geez, I thought that we have established that already. I am not the feds, Kiandre.”
“I don’t know. The questions you be asking are suspect, shorty.”
Jholee rolled her eyes but she didn’t know that TK was looking at her.”
“Roll ‘em again.”
Jholee smiled inwardly and looked out the window.
“Back to what you were saying earlier… who the hell told you that I loved Riley and be eating her pussy?”
“She did. Well, I heard a conversation—”
“You ain’t heard that come out of my mouth in no conversation, shorty.”
“She was talking to you through her earbuds and she was saying how you loved her and eat her pussy. Basically—”
“A mothafuckin’ lie. The only pussy I ever ate was Cheyenne’s. That’s it. I been dealing with her for the last six years.”
“Dealing?”
TK and Chey had been on and off for so long that it came natural for him to say it that way, but he was done with her ass for good this time. She had been calling him non-stop, but he hadn’t picked up the phone for her. He had been telling her about her attitude, but she insisted on being crazy.
“Nah, I’m cool on her.”
Jholee nodded her head, but then thought back to when they were at the movies and Major left her. “Earlier, Major said you were his boss. Which boss and where? He has all different types of jobs, so I don’t know.”
“Whichever one you want me to be.”
“Uugghh,” Jholee groaned, making TK chuckle.
The rest of the ride was silent until TK pulled up to his gate and opened it. Jholee’s gasp was a sign of how she instantly fell in love with TK’s house. The single-story brick house looked like it could have been damn near long as a football field. It looked like he had a really good landscaper that worked their magic in the front yard.
“This is a nice house. You and Chey live here?” Jholee asked.
“Chey got her own condo at the beach, but she used to spend most nights here, but that’s over with now.”
“Mhm.”
TK got out of the truck and walked around to open the door for Jholee. She got out and even with her heels on, she was still much shorter than TK. He grabbed her hand and walked her in the house. The minute she walked in the house, she got a whiff of a very fresh scent.
“My cleaning lady came over earlier and cleaned for me. She always leaves it smelling good in here,” TK said.
Jholee marveled at TK’s home. It didn’t look anything like a bachelor pad, but it wouldn’t be a bachelor pad being that he had a woman for the last few years. TK started showing her around his house. His kitchen was full of black appliances and it looked nice. He had a game room and a gym room. He had a pool and a jacuzzi in his backyard. The landscaper did a very good job with his backyard as well. TK didn’t want to take her to his bedroom just yet, so he led her back to the kitchen. Jholee took a seat at the bar and started eating her yogurt which was starting to melt. TK walked around the other side as if he was getting ready to serve her.
“So.” TK clasped his hands together. “I can’t cook, cook, but I can make a mean panini pressed sandwich. Would you like a panini, Ms. Jholee Marshall? How can I be of service for you tonight?”
Jholee stared at TK and he was biting his bottom lip, showing her his gold fangs. His low eyes were sexy as hell and Jholee could feel her lady parts start to work overtime.
“Are you aware that your fangs are such a turn-on?”
TK ran his tongue across the top row of his teeth. He knew that the ladies loved his fangs, that’s why he was showing them every chance that he got.
“Yeah, the ladies love it.”
Needing to change the subject, Jholee looked around the beautiful kitchen. “When did you get this house?”
“My parents bought it for me when I graduated from college.”
“College?”
“Yes. I have a degree. Business.”
“Same, but I’m double majoring in dance. I want to have my own dance studio one day. Well, I’m already a choreographer. I have been dancing since I was a little girl and it’s pretty much all I know. My mom wasn’t really on board for a dancing degree, so I’m majoring in business as well.”
TK listened intently as she talked about dancing. The way that her eyes lit up, he could tell that she was in love with dancing. She grabbed her phone out of her purse and showed him videos of her dancing when she was in high school, and even some videos of her being a little tyke and leading a squad full of girls.
“Does it pay a lot?” TK asked her.
“No. Well, it depends. It could, but it’s not about the money. Dancing makes me feel good. I feel like I’m in a whole different world when I’m dancing. It feels like I am in the room by myself. Hell, I told my dad I would dance to get his money, but I’m not built all that good to be a stripper. I ain’t got no ass, and I got a handful of titties. I’ll get laughed off the stage.”
TK heard her, but he wouldn’t let her timid ass on his stage.
“Your dad a scrub if he would agree to you—”
“Didn’t I slap you before for speaking on my dad? What did I tell you about talking about my dad? He didn’t agree to it. I’m just saying. The new club that’s opening up seems—”
“That’s my club.”
Jholee squinted at him. “Well aren’t you just full of surprises.”
“You have no idea, shorty. Now, do you want a panini or not?”
“Sure.”
Jholee watched TK intensely as he turned and walked over to the refrigerator. After he got the meat and condiments out of the fridge, he pulled his sweater off and threw it in her face. His cologne and weed mixed really well into the sweater. Jholee couldn’t help but to bunch the sweater up into her nose and sniff really long and hard. She loved men that smelled good.
“YSL. Real light scent that makes the ladies do a double take,” TK said when he looked at Jholee holding his sweater up to her nose.
When Jholee realized that she was being weird, she eased the sweater down from her nose and placed it on the stool next to her.
“I’m allergic to tomatoes,” Jholee blurted out right before TK was getting ready to slice the tomato.
“Got it. What happens if you eat a tomato?”
“Lips swell up like a balloon. Got diarrhea of the mouth and the behind. I start itching and stuff. Benadryl will clear it right up in a few hours, but it doesn’t feel good.”
“Got it.”
Jholee gazed ahead at TK, now in his crisp white t-shirt, and she could see his tatted arms even better under his bright kitchen light. The gold handle of his gun was sticking out the back of his pants. This hood ass nigga standing before her was really giving her the feels all in her lady parts.
“Do you have any friends?” Jholee asked.
“Yeah. His name is Peewee. I had another one, but he was killed a while back.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Where is Peewee now?”
“He around. What you worried about that nigga for?”
“Jealous?”
“Hell nah, I’m just asking.”
Jholee smirked. “I just want to be in your business.”
“I see. You a nosy mothafucka, shorty. You sho you ain’t the feds?”
“Yes, Kiandre. I am the feds. Now what? What happens now?”
TK stopped making the sandwiches and looked on at her. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands. The whole time he kept his eyes on Jholee, making her swallow the lump in her throat because she wasn’t sure what TK was about to do to her. TK finished washing his hands, dried them with a paper towel, and threw the paper towel in the garbage. He walked around the bar, prompting Jholee to stand up and back up as TK walked up on her. Jholee’s back hit the wall and TK got in her space, barely leaving room for her to breath.
“I was… I was joking,” Jholee stuttered.
TK pulled her shirt out of her jeans and started unbuttoning her shirt. “Yeah, well, if you were joking then you won’t mind if I check to see if you are wearing a wire, right?”
“No… yes, no… I don’t mind,” Jholee stumbled over her words.
TK finally unbuttoned the last button and eased her shirt off her shoulders and onto the floor. The goose bumps appeared on her skin and not because TK had it freezing his home, but because he was so close to her. TK had a very good effect on her, and she hated it. TK knew how he was making Jholee feel because her breath had started to quicken. He could see the goosebumps on her skin and the hair on her body standing up. She was feeling TK and he knew it.
“Se-See-See, there is… there is…” Jholee swallowed. “There is no wire, Kiandre.”
“Ssshhh.”
TK reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and eased it down her arms. Her little B-cups fell perfectly, prompting TK to let out a throaty moan. He leaned over and placed soft, wet kisses down her jawline until he got to her neck. He nibbled softly on her neck making Jholee stifle a moan.
“Ooh,” Jholee gasped when TK dipped his knees, gripped her thighs, and hoisted her in the air.
Jholee wrapped her hand around TK’s neck and gazed at him. He smirked before leaning forward and taking Jholee’s nipple in his mouth.
“Hmmm,” Jholee moaned.
TK looked up at her to see that she had closed her eyes. “You like that, shorty?”
“Yessssss.”
TK started to suck on her nipple as if he was sucking lightly on a peppermint. Jholee’s chest started to rise and fall rapidly and TK couldn’t believe that he was taking her there that fast. TK started to rotate between nipples and she was starting to squirm. TK’s tongue was so thick, warm, and wet. It was so damn perfect and Jholee’s clit was so hard and her slit was so wet that it was seeping through her thong and jeans. She needed TK to stop before she lost her mind, grew wings, and flew away.
