Jholee & Kiandre, page 14
JISAF: How are you doing beautiful?
Jholee almost immediately responded. I’m good, you? What are you doing up so early? Or late? Depending on how you’re looking at it.
It was a little past five in the morning in Dubai, and she was happy to hear from him.
JISAF: I was sleeping, but then I thought about you. How are you doing?”
Jholee twisted up her lips, wondering if she should be honest with Fahad. She’d only meet him once and be done, so she thought why not be comfortable with the person that she was going to have sex with.
Well, my dad came into my room talking about this guy that I’ve been hanging with. Apparently, if I keep messing with him, he’s going to kill him.
JISAF: Do you like him?
Jholee sighed before typing out the next message.
Yes, and I shouldn’t. He’s had sex with someone I considered my best friend. His girlfriend or ex-girlfriend, whoever he says she is, has already put me in the hospital for three days. I’m not really a confrontational person. I don’t know what it is about him, but I just can’t stop thinking about him. He has these gold fangs that he always runs his tongue across because he knows I like it. He has baby smooth skin with thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. Men really get everything that women have to pay for; life is not fair. He doesn’t even pressure me for sex. Well, I guess because he can get sex from anyone, so… Idk. Am I stupid?
Fahad hadn’t text back in twenty minutes so Jholee had assumed that he had fallen asleep, but he hadn’t text back.
JISAF: Does he know you’re planning on giving your virginity to me?
No. He doesn’t. Well, we are not together, so it’s not really his business. Besides, it’s just going to be a one-time thing with us anyway.
JISAF: What if I want more?
We’ll have to see what happens after the first time? LOL.
JISAF: I get it. You are going to love it. I can’t wait to be skin to skin with your beautiful, chocolate ass. I’ll get tested for everything before you come, so I don’t have to wear a condom with you. Is that okay with you?
Yes.
JISAF: I’m already imagining being inside of you.
Before Jholee could respond, her phone started ringing, and TK’s name flashed across the ID. She held the phone to her chest and looked at it again. Jholee answered the phone but didn’t say anything.
After TK and Jholee sat on the phone listening to each other breathe for fifteen seconds, TK snapped, “Why the fuck you sitting on here and not saying nothing?”
Jholee cleared her throat. “You weren’t saying anything. I don’t know.”
TK got quiet again before they both started speaking at the same time. “You first?” TK said.
“Did you see my father today?” Jholee whispered.
“I did.”
“And did you say anything to him?”
“The truth.”
“Kiandre! Why the fuck would you do that?” Jholee hissed lowly.
“Fuck, mama,” TK whispered. “I love when you talk to me like that.”
Jholee sighed and rolled her eyes, but she was blushing.
“Your father burst into my father’s office with Conway and some lil’ niggas…” he paused and took a real deep breath. “Some lil’ niggas ran up in the room with some bangers on ‘em. Thought my dad was pimping you out.”
Jholee listened to TK’s short breaths for a minute.
“What you’re saying is, my dad ran up on you with some guns?”
“That’s what I said.”
TK coughed and then inhaled really hard.
“Are you sick?”
“No.”
“You’re coughing, and it sounds like you can barely breathe.”
“I can’t. I called you because I want you to come to the hospital and see me.”
“The hospital!” Jholee shouted. “What happened?”
“Long story, but my boy about to pull up to scoop you.”
“Huh? How did you know I was going to say yes?”
“You were going to come because I didn’t ask you a yes or no question to begin with,” TK said and hung up the phone.
Jholee looked at the phone and tried not to smile. Just as she was getting ready to get out the bed, her phone rang again. She slid the green bar across to the other side.
“Yes, Kiandre,” Jholee answered sweetly.
“Aye, what you got on?”
Jholee looked down at herself. “A sports bra and Nike compression shorts. My usual.”
“Uh, you got some sweats or something, and a sweatshirt?”
“It ain’t cold outside.”
“You finna get in the car with my nigga.”
“You don’t trust your nigga?”
“With my life. I still want you to put on clothes, Jholee—what’s your middle name?”
“Lanessa.”
“Jholee Lanessa Marshall, just do like I asked you to do. If I could help it, I wouldn’t want him looking at you at all, but—”
“I wasn’t going to come outside in a sports bra, Kiandre.”
“Just put on what I told you to, and come on, man,” TK said and hung up the phone again.
She went into the closet and looked around at her clothes. She put on a black tank-top over her sports bra and slid on the sweat suit that she wore to the studio over her compression shorts and tank-top. She grabbed her purse and backpack and headed out the door. As soon as she made it to the gate, a silver Mercedes with heavily tinted windows and chrome wheels pulled up. Jholee was used to being in an Uber, so she got in the back passenger side.
“I ain’t your mothafuckin’ chauffeur,” the guy said from the front seat.
“Technically—” Jholee started, but then zipped her lips when she looked in the rearview mirror to see the guy glaring back at her. “Jholee is my name,” she whispered.
“I know who you are, but still get your ass up in here in the front,” Peewee ordered her.
Reluctantly, she opened the back door, eased out, and shut up. She opened the front door and slid in, holding her bags close to her. Jholee wanted to look at him but didn’t want to be awkward.
“Peewee. TK’s homeboy,” Peewee introduced himself.
“Oh okay.”
He pulled away from in front of her house just as her phone started vibrating in her purse. She pulled out her phone to see that it was Major texting her.
Maj: You been ignoring me all day, shorty. What’s up with that? You ain’t even answer my question about us making up our date. I apologized for ruining it.
Jholee sighed and rolled her eyes towards the window. Though the tint was dark, she could see the shadow of Peewee looking at her. She lowly swallowed the lump that was in her throat.
“How old are you?” Peewee asked her.
“Twenty-two. You?”
“Thirty.”
Jholee looked at him and his caramel skin was full of tattoos. His super brown eyes stood out and his face was baby smooth, just like TK’s. She wondered if any one of them could grow hair on their face.
“You got any friends for me?”
“No.”
“Stop lying.”
“I’m not. My friend Octavia is seeing someone and the other one is Riley, and—”
“Riley. Riley is your friend?”
“Jacksonville is huge, so there are plenty of Rileys—”
“Riley from the PJ’s.”
“Sure.”
Jholee knew exactly who he was talking about. Every time people saw them hanging together on campus, they would say they couldn’t believe that her and Riley were friends. She shrugged it off and didn’t care. For the rest of the ride Peewee didn’t say anything else to Jholee because either she wasn’t a talkative person or she just didn’t want to talk to him.
“Room 520,” Peewee said to her when they pulled up to the hospital.
Jholee gathered her things, opened the door and let herself out. Jholee squinted her eyes at the bright light when she walked into the hospital. Once she found the elevators, she got on, and went up to the fifth floor. She found his room and stood outside the cracked door for a second until she heard him laugh.
“Don’t make me laugh bitch. Nah, my shorty not crazy. She just quiet. A little weird, but she’s cool,” TK said.
“Nah, I told you we ain’t on that. We just chill,” TK said.
Jholee didn’t want to listen to more of the one-sided conversation, so she knocked lightly on the door.
“Yeah.”
Jholee walked in the door and TK was sitting up in bed with a hospital gown on. Jholee eased her bag down on the couch and walked slowly over to him with TK eyeing her as she walked over to him.
“Let me get back with you,” TK said and hung up the phone.
As soon as he hung up the phone, TK grabbed Jholee by her collar, yanking her to him and placing his lips on hers. Jholee happily accepted his tongue and palmed his baby smooth face with her left hand. When he pulled back, Jholee was steadily going forward, making TK chuckle a little.
“I wanted to do that first,” TK said.
“What happened to you? My dad shot you!” Jholee damn near shouted.
“Hell nah. Chey hit me in my ribcage with a bat earlier and cracked two of my ribs. They wanna keep me overnight just to make sure everything is straight.”
“Oh gosh. Is she always so abusive?” Jholee asked.
“Yes, but it got worse real fast. The only reason I ain’t rock her shit because my daddy was out there and stopped me. I was getting ready to break her fuckin’ face. I wasn’t going to even come to the hospital, but it started hurting like a mothafucka.”
“Well, I’m glad you came. How are you feeling right now?”
“I’m aight. Just hurts to laugh a little. Shit gonna heal completely in about four weeks.”
After a moment of silence, Jholee said, “I think that I should get self-defense classes. She seems like she’s going to beat me up every time she sees me.”
“How was your dad one of the biggest niggas in Florida, but didn’t teach you the streets? How come he ain’t taught you how to fight? That is so crazy to me. Why he guarded you like his life depended on it is the real question. Were you sick when you were born or something?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should ask him. He’s never taught me the streets, and you know he ‘bout had a baby when I wanted to get my own apartment.”
TK chuckled, and then inhaled really hard. “Don’t make me laugh big head ass girl.”
“Sorry,” Jholee whispered.
“Stop saying you sorry. Say my bad or something. You gotta stop being timid. I know your daddy coddled you, but this daddy ain’t,” TK said.
“Sor—wait, what?” Jholee said, caught off guard by Kiandre’s statement.
“You heard me.”
Jholee blushed and TK loved that he could do that for her.
“So, Riley told me how you were eating her pussy last night,” Jholee said and laughed.
TK let out a low groan.
“What did I say?”
“I love when you talk nasty and not like you twelve.”
Jholee chuckled. “Well, I work around a lot of little girls, so it’s easier to filter myself, by not cursing and saying things like that at all.”
“I feel that. They love you don’t they Ms. Jo? You not tired of standing there? Get up here with me. Get out of that hot sweat suit first, and thank you for listening to me,” TK said.
“Up there? In the bed with you? I don’t want to hurt you. The bed might break with us on it,” Jholee said, starting to panic.
“Jo, look at all this room over here. Your little ass is not going to break this bed.”
Jholee opened her mouth and then closed it. She walked over to the couch and got out of her sweat suit and she was now in her compression shorts and her tank-top. She got her laptop out of her bag and walked over to the bed.
“Do I just hop up there? Or?”
“Set your laptop on the table and get up here.”
Jholee sat her laptop on the table next to him and sat on the side of the bed and swung her legs onto the bed. She scooted back, and she was now all in TK’s intimate space. TK leaned over and placed his nose inside of Jholee’s bush on top of her head.
“You washed your hair with something different this time?” TK asked.
“Yes, I did. You’re very attentive.”
“I know. I wouldn’t be who I am if I wasn’t.”
Jholee grabbed her laptop off the table and placed it in her lap. She opened it and connected to the hospital internet. She went to her Facebook and started looking at her old dancing videos.
“Jholee, can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you want out of life? If I could Thanos snap my finger and give you everything you want right now, what would it be?”
Jholee thought for a little while.
“My old life back, but that’s really selfish of me. My old life wouldn’t consist of my brother, but my mom and dad would be happier. I would probably have another sibling. I would have a dance studio. My dad was in the process of buying me a studio, so I could start getting my own coin for real, and he got in the accident a week later. He hasn’t even mentioned it since, well, we can’t even afford it now. Also, I want to gain at least ten or fifteen pounds in muscle.”
TK listened and was getting ready to say something until Jholee started talking again.
“And me and my dad got into it about you earlier. Talking about it’ll be curtains for you if I don’t stop messing around with you.”
“You’re an adult, Jo.”
“That still lives with her parents.”
“Come live with me. I’d love to wake up to that water every morning,” TK said and smirked.
“Hush. We’d be roommates and I’d have to get a good job to help you pay some bills. Oooo, maybe I could manage your club. I’ll have my business degree in May.”
TK chuckled at her statement, but he was serious about her moving in with him. Shit was moving fast with them, but he really vibed with her and they hadn’t even had sex.
“Aye, can you kiss me?” TK asked her.
Jholee turned her head and looked at him. He gripped her chin and crashed his lips onto hers. Just when they were getting into the kiss, there was a knock on the door.
“Yeah.”
The nurse came into the room and stopped when she saw Jholee in the bed with TK.
“She’s good,” TK said before the nurse even said anything.
“TK, I came in here to give you your pain meds, and to see if you needed anything else before the night nurse gets here,” the nurse said.
“Nah, I’m good. Tell them don’t wake me up either. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”
Jholee watched as the nurse handed TK his medicine cup. The way the nurse’s eyes kept darting between her and TK, she could tell that they either had some history or had sex before. He downed the medicine and took a sip of the water that was on the table. The nurse made sure he swallowed it and left the room just as quick as she came.
“Do you get that reaction from all women?”
“What reaction?”
“So, you do because you didn’t even realize how she kept eying you and then me. Looking at me like I disgusted her or something.”
“Baby girl, I don’t be paying attention to these women like that. If one really catches my eye, I’ll make it do what it do, but other than that, I don’t pay these hoes no mind.”
“So, like Riley. You wanted to make it do what it do with her?”
Not wanting to have this conversation, TK started laying the bed back. “This medicine is about to have me out like a light. Lay on my chest and stop worrying about other hoes.”
“Other?”
“And stop taking shit so literal. Loosen up. You know I wasn’t calling you no hoe.”
Jholee didn’t respond. She closed her laptop and placed it in on the table next to her. She turned on her side and laid in the crook of TK’s neck, smelling his cologne. She inhaled slightly and smiled.
“You smell so good,” Jholee whispered.
“I know.”
Jholee chuckled. “Just as arrogant as you are attentive.”
Wanting to impress TK, Jholee took her left hand and went under TK’s gown and started rubbing her finger up and down his rock-hard abs. She looked up at him to search his face for any discomfort, but the only thing he was doing was biting his bottom lip with his eyes closed. TK opened his eyes to see Jo looking at him and he rubbed his tongue across the top row of his teeth, making sure to show off his fangs. Jo instantly melted closer to him, and TK felt it. TK loved the fact that Jo was like putty in his hands. Jo was turned on, so she went down further and hooked her finger in the loop of his briefs.
“Don’t start nothing you not gon’ finish, beautiful,” TK whispered, making Jholee bite the corner of her bottom lip.
Jholee’s hand went down into TK’s briefs and she felt his slightly bushy pubic hair. It wasn’t kinky, and it was soft just like the hair on top of his head. Jholee went down some more and gripped the base of his dick with only her thumb and index finger. She gasped when the tips of her thumb and finger didn’t touch.
“Either I have a really small hand, or you have a really big…” Jholee paused and swallowed the lump in her throat. “Dick.”
TK chuckled. “Both.”
She pulled her hand out of his briefs and pulled it through the hole of briefs. Jholee used her whole hand and gripped his dick lightly, and TK let out a low groan.
“You can grip it a little tighter than that baby. It’s a muscle.”
Jholee followed his instructions and started stroking his dick up and down. She rubbed her hand across the top of his thick, mushroom-size head, and it was oozing with pre-cum. She used that as lubricant and started stroking his dick some more. Hearing TK let out small grunts had her turned all the way on, and her pussy was starting to get wet.
“Sssss,” TK hissed. “Keep going just like that, and I’m about to cum for you. Pull the covers back so you can see it,” TK instructed her.
Jholee knocked the covers off of him to see his pretty ass dick standing up and some of his skin going back as Jholee jacked his dick. TK started to groan a little more and she was looking from his dick to his face. He was biting his bottom lip even harder.
