Jholee & Kiandre, page 16
“She asked what we were doing this weekend and I told her that I was taking you to Ruth’s Chris tonight and of course, she invited herself and I think TK.”
Great. He’s going to show up just to torture me, Jholee thought to herself.
“Whatever. One day, I would like to have one date to ourselves. Just one,” Jholee whispered.
“I’m sorry, bae. I’ll tell her not to come.”
“Would you be so kind?”
“Aight.”
Jholee walked away from Major and started talking to her seven-year-old girls. Major watched her interact with kids and he knew right then that he wanted Jholee to be the mother of his kids. All her girls loved her, and it was genuine. Major couldn’t lie to himself and say that he didn’t see the change in Jholee. He wondered why she was in a rush to get in a relationship with him. She texted him all day now, and he liked the shit, but he felt like it was a reason behind it. Something kept telling him that Jholee was fucking with TK, but he couldn’t prove it, and it was driving him fucking crazy.
Fifteen minutes later Major was opening the car door for Jholee and they were going to her house, so she could get ready for their date. Knowing that it was a possibility that TK could be there, she started mentally picturing her closet to see what she was going wear. She was going for a strapless black dress right above the knees and a pair of wrap around the ankles red bottom stilettos. She was going to look like a million bucks even if she didn’t feel like it. Jholee told Major to tell Riley not to come, but knowing her, she was going to come anyway. Anytime Riley got a chance to show off TK, she was going to do it. A part of Jholee thought that Riley could possibly know something about her and TK because she always knew people’s business. Jacksonville was big, but not that damn big.
In Jholee’s room, she went right to her closet while Major sat at her desk and started looking at her pictures.
“I don’t want to rush you or anything baby, but the reservation is for nine, so you got about forty-five minutes to get ready,” Major said.
“I already know what I’m going to wear, so I’ll be ready in time,” Jholee replied.
In the closet, Jholee had pulled out a strapless black dress and her red pumps. She was going to wear her red purse that she got from a boutique a few months back. She walked out of the closet to see that Major was still sitting at her desk looking at her pictures.
“I was six months on that baby picture. Three years old on the second picture, and five years old on the next one.”
“I’m just imagining what our daughter would look like.”
Jholee’s spit went down the wrong pipe in her throat and she started choking. She’d never even thought about having kids. At least not yet. Jholee didn’t want to be a mom until she was like thirty, after she’d had a great dancing career, and maybe after she was married. Major got up to pat her on her back, but she moved him out of the way.
“Did I say something wrong?” Major asked.
“No, I just… I don’t know. I haven’t even thought about having kids. Hearing you say it… just made me gag, I guess. Maybe when I’m thirty, forty, or maybe even fifty years old. You know Flavor Flav’s ex Brigitte just had a baby at fifty-four,” Jholee said, making Major bust out laughing, but she was serious.
“We’ll talk about it later, baby. Go take a shower,” Major said and kissed her cheek.
Jholee walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the shower was getting hot, she pulled out all the make-up she was going to wear. She was going for a nice natural beat and she was going to wear her hair in a low bun with a center part. She always felt sexy with her hair in a sleek bun at the back of her head. She might even put on her sexy cat glasses. Once the bathroom started steaming up, she stepped into the shower and let the water run over her. She rubbed her hands all over her body, wishing that they were TK’s. TK had a way of making Jholee feel different with his words, and with his hands. He was funny. Handsome…very handsome. He was very skilled with his tongue and his fingers. Jholee wanted him, but she didn’t want nor need the drama, and TK came with drama.
Jholee looked to the left and saw the lipstick case sitting on the soap case. It was a lipstick case, but if you took the top off it was a vibrating bullet. Jholee ordered her first sex toy from the Indigo Honey website. It was only twenty dollars and it came discreetly in the mail. It shipped to her within two days and she had been staring at the waterproof bullet for the last two days. Today was going to be the day that she used it because she really missed TK. She wanted to feel him. She needed to feel him. She snatched it off the soap case, removed the top, and turned it on. She maneuvered it on her clit and the vibration almost immediately sent her over the edge. She didn’t even have time to think about what TK did with his tongue before she had released over herself.
“Wow, that was powerful,” Jholee whispered before placing the cap back on the bullet.
While Jholee was in the shower, Major was outside snooping through her things. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but he knew that Jholee wasn’t as innocent as she was portraying herself to be. Her phone was vibrating in purse, and he opened her purse to get it out. Jholee didn’t have a lock on her phone, so it was easy for Major to get into her phone. The first place he went was to her messages, and he scoffed to see that the only messages that were in there were from her family, Riley, and Octavia, and a group chat with them both in it. Major went to the group chat to scroll to see if anything stood out, but nothing. Major wasn’t no dumb nigga, so he typed TK in the search bar at the top of the messages, and the only person that was talking about TK was Riley. The search didn’t stop there. Major went into her Instagram because Jholee had over ten thousand followers on there. He went into her DM’s and there were a lot of unopened DM’s from niggas, but none of them were from TK’s page. The next place he looked was her call log, and he saw a lot of missed calls, but before he could memorize the number, he heard the shower cut off. He closed the phone so fast and placed it back in her purse, not realizing that he placed his finger on the number that had dialed Jholee’s number back to back to back.
Jholee opened the bathroom door and came out with her hair wrapped up in a towel, and her silk robe on with matching house shoes.
“You so damn sexy, girl,” Major complimented a soaking wet Jholee.
“Would you still be saying that if I wasn’t soaking wet?” Jholee asked.
“I don’t care if you wet or dry, but this wetness is preferred. Come slide up here. Let me put this on you,” Major said holding up the oil bottle while tapping on his lap.
Jholee laughed and walked over to him to snatch the oil bottle out of his hand, but he didn’t let it go.
“Let it go, baby,” Major said.
Major kept the bottle in his hand and popped the cap on it. He poured some in his hand, rubbed them together, and started rubbing the part of her legs that were showing. Major’s hands were big and felt good to Jholee’s legs.
“Hmmm, that feels good,” Jholee groaned.
“I know it do. You should have been let me do this shit,” Major replied. “Right here?” Major queried while rubbing the inside of her thigh.
“Yes, right there. Gosh, that feels amazing.”
“I know.”
“We are running out of time, Major. Hurry up and finish.”
Major continued to rub Jholee’s body in silence and until he had oiled up all the parts that he could see. Jholee grabbed the oil, walked over to the bed to grab her panties and bra, and went into the bathroom. She was okay with Major rubbing her legs, but she didn’t want him to see her naked yet. She finished oiling her body and put on her panties and bra set. She put her robe back on and started putting on her make-up.
“You staying with me tonight?” Major asked.
“Probably not. Me and my family have to go somewhere in the morning,” Jholee lied while putting on her eyelashes.
“Where y’all going?”
“Something dealing with Jay and Jr. I didn’t get all the details. I think something for college.”
Jholee smiled at herself in the mirror, not believing that lying was becoming so easy for her. She should have just said no, but she didn’t want to listen to him whining about it for the rest of the night.
“Ahhh, okay, I feel that. They are graduating in May.”
“Yep. Time is flying.”
Jholee finished her make-up and put on her red lipstick. After a few strokes of her brush, her hair was pulled into a perfect ball at the back of her head. She opted out of cat glasses. She walked out the bathroom and over to the bed where she grabbed her dress off the bed and stepped into it and slid it up, careful not to let Major see any more of her body than he already had seen. She took the robe off and sat on the bed so she could put on her shoes.
“Ready,” Jholee said after tying the last string on around her ankle.
Major looked her up and down and had to mentally talk to his dick because it was threatening to come out of his boxers. This was the second time that he had seen Jholee dressed up, but the first time he had seen her in a little bitty black dress. He knew it was wishful thinking, but he wanted to be the one to take the dress off her at the end of the night. She grabbed her purse and they were out of the door.
Twenty minutes later, and ten minutes late for their reservation, they walked inside of Ruth’s Chris and were almost immediately escorted to their table.
“The other party is here waiting for you already, Mr. Powell,” the waitress told Major.
Jholee and Major approached the table hand in hand and on instinct, Jholee released her hand when she saw Riley and TK stand up to greet them. If them being there wasn’t bad enough, Riley had on the same exact dress that Jholee had on but paired it purple boots instead of pumps like Jholee had on. Jholee eyed TK up and down and instead of jeans or a velour suit, he had on a pair of black slacks, a black fitted t-shirt, and a black blazer paired with a pair of black boots. He looked so damn good and Jholee already needed some water to cool her off.
“Heyyyyy, bittchhh. Great minds think alike, don’t they!” Riley squealed and pulled Jholee into a hug.
“Yeah, sure,” Jholee spoke lowly.
She was already ready to go home and couldn’t believe that she was going to have to sit through this torture. They were sitting in a booth with both TK and Major sitting on the outside.
At least I can keep looking out the window at the St. Johns River instead of looking at the people at the table, Jholee thought to herself.
The waiter came over to the table and took their drink order. Everybody ordered wine, so the waiter suggested getting a whole bottle, so Major got one and TK got one.
“Babe, look at the menu so you can tell me what you want,” Major said and nudged her slightly.
“Order for me. I don’t care,” Jholee said.
The table was awkwardly quiet before Riley started talking.
“I mean, we can get our own table if you want us to, Jholee, because you keep looking out the window and not talking is bringing the mood down, for real,” Riley said.
Jholee looked at Riley and cocked her head slightly to the side and said, “Riley, it would be so kind of you to—”
“Here’s your bottles of wine. Are you guys ready to order?” the waiter cut Jholee off, making Riley squint her eyes at her.
TK ordered for himself, Riley ordered her food, and Major ordered for both him and Jholee.
“Yo, don’t that pasta shit come with tomatoes on it?” TK stopped the waiter before he could walk off.
“Yes sir, it does.”
“Jo, ain’t you allergic to tomatoes?” TK asked her.
“It’s fine,” Jholee said to the waiter.
“Jholee, don’t cut your nose off to spite your fucking face. You are allergic to—” TK started.
“And I said it’s fine!” Jholee hissed through gritted teeth.
“Aight, bruh. Whatever,” TK said and held his hands up. “When your damn lips turn into some balloons and your little ass float to the ceiling, don’t say—”
“Why you even talking to me, honestly?” Jholee snapped before she realized it.
“How you know my girl allergic to tomatoes and I ain’t even know?” Major asked.
“Because I—” TK started.
“He kept talking to me throughout the movie that you left me at,” Jholee interrupted him to stop TK from telling the truth.
TK smirked and sat back against the seat. There was that awkward silence again. TK was heated because first, he couldn’t believe that Jholee had the nerve to come up in Ruth’s Chris looking as good as she was looking with that fucking scrub on her arm. Second, he was pissed because he had been calling Jholee non-stop over the last week after she said that she would answer his phone call. TK hadn’t even talked to Chey since she showed up at the hospital on that crazy shit. His mom was still on Chey’s side, so he hadn’t even really been talking to her either if it wasn’t about business.
About fifteen minutes later, the waiter came out and placed the food in front of everybody. Everybody started digging in their food while Jholee slowly twisted the noodles around her fork, trying not to get any tomatoes on it, but it was going to happen anyway since it had tomato sauce all over. TK watched with a smirk on his face as Jholee slowly pushed the noodles in her mouth and chewed slowly. He shook his head because he couldn’t believe that Jholee would go that far just to prove a point.
As soon as Jholee swallowed the noodles she could instantly feel her lips starting to swell. She had only eaten tomatoes once in her life to know what they could do and that was when she was six years old. She started coughing and her breathing started to get shallow. She clutched her neck signaling that she was choking.
“Baby, are you okay?!” Major asked her, and she shook her ‘no’ real fast.
TK shook his head, got up from the booth, and walked outside to his truck. He opened his glove compartment and grabbed his little sister’s epi pen out and closed it. His sister had a severe allergy to peanuts and shit, so he kept a couple on deck. He walked swiftly back in the restaurant and everyone was now crowding around Jholee who was now damn near blue in the face. TK got on his knees next to her and was staring in her face.
“This what you get. I should let you die. Ignoring me and shit,” TK whispered right before he jammed the epi pen in her thigh.
Immediately Jholee started to feel relief and everyone started clapping. Granted, since she had only eaten tomatoes once before in her life, she didn’t think that it’d do that. Major helped her back to her seat, but she felt too tired to even get another plate.
“Major, can you take me home, please?” Jholee asked.
“Yeah, I can do that.”
Jholee had been home, showered again, and in the bed for the last four hours and it was now three in the morning. She felt so much better and was extremely embarrassed for how she carried on in the restaurant, and at the end of everything Riley still went home with the man that she liked. She got up to use the bathroom and when she came back to the bed, she tapped her phone to see that she had a message from Fahad. She laid down and opened the message up.
JISAF: Hey beautiful.
Jholee smiled at his message.
Good morning, how are you doing?
JISAF: I’m good. I’m just writing you to let you know that I booked us a room three weeks from now at the world famous hotel. I’m still going to charter you a jet over where you’ll spend three days with me. I can’t wait any longer. Is the price still $150k for that sweet little virginity or have you stopped waiting for me?
That message made Jholee sit up in the bed. She knew that she couldn’t keep playing with Fahad, but she didn’t think that he would be so straightforward with it. Her heart started beating fast as hell as her finger hovered over the letter ‘y.’ Before she could even press the letter, Fahad messaged her back.
JISAF: Are you there?
Quickly, she decided to respond, Yes, Fahad. I’m here. And yes, the price is still $150k. Three weeks, why so soon?
JISAF: Because I keep looking at your sexy ass pictures, and the videos of you dancing don’t help me. Are you going to dance for me? There will be a pole in the room.
Jholee smiled.
Yes, I’ll dance for you. What else you want me to do?
JISAF: Suck my dick until I cum down your throat. Can I fuck you raw? I’ll throw in an extra ten grand.
Jholee bit the bottom of her lip when she read Fahad’s message. She lowkey could understand why TK loved when she talked dirty to him. It turned her on more than she liked to admit. She typed back, You asked that before, Fahad, and I told you that you could. I won’t go back on my word. Promise.
JISAF: Good, I’m just seeing where your head is. I’ll hit you up later with the details. Get some rest, beautiful. I’ll talk to you later.
It was happening. Not only was she going to get a hundred and sixty grand for her virginity, she was going to help her family out, and everything would be back to normal.
Chapter 10
TK was walking around his club with Big K and Sabrina on his heels. He was ignoring his mama arguing with his pops about some shit that he wasn’t going to agree with, regardless of what his mama said. TK was impressed with the way his club looked. The contractors that he chose had his shit looking fly as hell, and he couldn’t wait until the doors of it opened up. Earlier in the week, he had finished his last round of interviews for the girls, and he would be doing call backs in the upcoming week.
“Big K, can you please talk to your son? That little bitch got over a hundred thousand between her legs, and he’s not trying to capitalize. He’s trying to fall in love with that weak bitch!” Sabrina shouted at her husband, but TK stopped and turned around, making his mom and pops stop in their tracks.
“Ma, is everything about a damn buck with you?” TK hissed.
Sabrina tried to smack TK, but he swatted her hand out of the way, and Big K stepped in between them. He glared at his mom through squinted eyes. Big K wanted to simmer the already boiling situation down because that’s all Sabrina been talking about for the last week, selling Jholee’s virginity and quite frankly, he was tired of hearing about it just as much as TK was. He had already said no, and that was his final answer.
