Adult festivities were something that never happened often for Jhenea and Anthony.
The kids were far gone with their grandmother Samantha and it left Anthony and Jhenea at a lost for what to do.
They sat right across each other, staring endlessly in each other's orbs. There was no awkwardness or tension that rose between the two. They were content with just taking in each other's presence.
"I don't drink or smoke anymore," Anthony announces. They spent the past fifteen minutes letting each other in on things they changed in their lives while they were away from each other.
Anthony had an endless list, while Jhenea was struggling with coming up with anything that could top Anthony's life changing achievements. "Well I started masturbating more," Carelessly, Jhenea blurted out with a shrug.
Jhenea had a few drinks in her system and it was a comedy special from there. Anthony hadn't participated in any alcohol so he was completely sober, watching her just unfold.
Anthony laughed as he eyed her. The change of hair, allured him even more as she effortlessly let it poof out at its own will.
"Like— you serious?" Anthony asked for clarification.
Tossing the last drink Anthony was allowing her to have for the night, she nodded her head confirming. "Doesn't feel better than the real thing, but it gets the job done,"
Licking over his lips, his hooded eyes stalked over her in a preying manner. She was making it physically impossible to refrain himself. "I agree," He cleared his throat.
Wobbly, Jhenea stood up and diminished the space between the two. Anthony words jumbled within his throat as she straddled his lap. "You drunk mama," He reminded her.
"And you're sober. Yay! We're pointing out the obvious now," She clapped her hands.
Anthony's body was reeling him in a direction he had been begging Jhenea to take for a few weeks now. With Jhenea being drunk, he couldn't help but to think that it may look as if he were taking advantage of her. She was only pushy with sex in two cases, when she was feigning or when she was drunk.
"Remember you wanted things to be organic," He continued. This time he had pushed her off of his lap and sat her next to him.
Disregarding him, she returned to hips lap. "Listen, that was bullshit," She waved her prior statement off.
Anthony eyes scoped her body for few minutes. Now that she was directly in front of him, he could notice her erect nipples rising underneath her top. "It's been five years," Leaning her head down, his ear and her plump lips were close, she whispered in it before taking his earlobe in between her teeth.
*
Steam cluttered the room. Jhenea's back was planted against the slippery wall while her legs were wrapped around Anthony's torso. Bare, they collided together.
The shower head hung right above them causing their passion evoked sweat and natural juices to combine with the water that trickled down on them.
Jhenea's hair clung onto her face due to the water.
Anthony hoisted her up keeping his pace nice, easy, and fulfilling.
Tightly, Jhenea clenched onto Anthony's shoulder wishing the feeling of Anthony inside of her never went away. "Don't stop!" She wailed from the top of her weakened lungs.
This right here, was better than their usual sex sessions. Jhenea was at a lost for words at his new way of giving her what she needed. Nothing felt rushed nor did it feel dependent on lust.
Love overflowed their escapade. Anthony kept his same rough and rugged ways, but things were smoother. He talked to her instead of ordering her, periodically, he checked her comfort, and he never skipped a chance to remind her how much he loved her.
Like silk, their bodies moved with one another seamlessly. He had plunged deep within her and her lips departed and grew agape. "Relax baby, it won't feel as good as it should if you're eager," He calmly paced her.
To the touch, her body had melted into him with ease. Euphoria and bliss had over powered her once strong and stern mind towards him. Her heart jumped every time he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Drenched in water, bare as day, and effortless, Jhenea felt more confident than ever. Her love faces pulled endless compliments from Anthony. She was sure that he had admired ever centimeter of her perfectly crafted body.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Anthony supported them both by planting his massive tender hands on either side of them on the shower doors. After rotating around, Jhenea's backside was plastered against the steam cached glass doors.
Trying to gain some much needed leverage to hang in there, she sunk her nails into his back while he rocked in and out of her.
Stamina, they had down pack. The more they slowed down the pace, the longer they could last. They were both living for every second of it. Water droplets canvased their bodies causing them to feel vulnerable and open.
Departing his left hand from the showers doors, Anthony explored all portions of her body. He cupped her breast, slowly massaging them. The attention he thrusted onto other parts of her body caused the sensuality of the session to emphasize.
Jhenea could feel every inch of him plow through barriers she hadn't crossed within herself in years. Their breathing lapsed causing their chest to heave up and down. "Anthony—" Jhenea croaked our.
The pressure within her stomach accumulated rather quickly as she felt her body grow numb. She felt a feeling of elasticity around her legs as she convulsed underneath Anthony's body. Her angelic moans rattled Anthony's ears as they both came to their peaks together.
"I love you," She kisses him.
Recovering from their body quaking orgasms, they cleaned up, but kept the same momentum.
Out of the bathroom, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Jhenea hovered over Anthony as they locked their lips together for a sloppy kiss.
Teasing her, Anthony feathered himself over her center causing a shuddering moan to spill out her plump lips.
Lifting her up, Anthony slid her down his shaft. Gasping a breath of air, Jhenea got herself together before maneuvering her hips in a circular motion.
Control was taken out of Anthony's hands and put in the hands of Jhenea. He laid back defenseless with her hands planted on his chest while she grind her hips.
Jolting his hips upwards he matched her movements causing them to both be overfilled with the gratification they shared.
Shifting positions, Anthony found himself on top. Jhenea's left leg was over his shoulder giving him access to go deeper. To contain herself, she gripped the sheets tightly within her hands and clenched her eyes shut.
The rocking of the bed produced a banging once the headboard made contact with the wall. Their moans and groans emerged together with the rhythmic sound of their skin clashing.
Being inside Jhenea was the most soul capturing feeling in the world for Anthony. Her body just meshed so perfectly with his making their steamy erotic sessions feel phenomenal. The way Jhenea called out his name motivated him more and more with each stroke, kiss, or action of foreplay. He didn't understand why he had been so pressed about having sex. It seemed like whenever they did have sex he focused on pleasing her before himself. He paid close attention to her body, likes, and dislikes. If she didn't feel satisfied and sufficed at the end, the sex would be written off as useless and a waste.
All night, Jhenea screamed his name out— over and over again.
At the end, Anthony reminded Jhenea how much he loved her and how much he was in love with her.
The morning had come and Jhenea found herself sound asleep with a content smile etched on her face.
Due to the alcohol she had taken in last night, and the passionate love making sessions she endured, Jhenea woke up later than usual.
She batted her eyelashes recollecting herself before realizing she was in Anthony's bed, underneath the sheets, naked.
Tossing herself over, she noticed that he was no where next to here. Her face screwed up before she sat herself up. Her back against the headboard and the duvet wrapped around her, she looked around the bedroom. Everything was neat and placed perfectly like it always had. "We didn't get too crazy," She mumbled.
Turning to her left, she set her eyes on a small lavender paper that was folded in half. Grasping onto it, she brought it up to her so she could read.
Didn't wanna wake you so I let you sleep. You the realest 🖤. Feel free to enjoy yourself today without me or Artist. Anything you want on me.
Smiling, she trailed her eyes to the bottom of the page where his black card was taped with a little note under it.
You know the pin already, spoiled ass.
Getting out of bed, Jhenea got herself ready for the day.
Finally, she exited the bedroom and felt her cheeks heat up at the circular box of Venus ET Fleur floral arrangements set up nicely on the marble counter top. How he got it here at such a short matter of time? She had no idea.
Picking the card that was set in the center of the bouquet of fresh cut ruby red roses, she opened it up and read it.
I know you like originality so roses will never get too cliche for you. I'm still working out the kinks of this whole romantic thing so bare with me, love. I hope this could put a smile on your face, just like you put a smile on mine, each and every day.
From the realist and illest nigga you been with! 🖤
Setting the card down, Jhenea smiled as she eyed the flowers. "He's making this so hard for me," She rolled her eyes.
Fetching her phone, she dialed his number but was saddened when she was greeted with his voicemail. Consecutively after, she got a text from him.
Mase
— Kinda ignoring you right now since I have a tendency of fucking things up when we get on GREAT terms. I know it sounds weird, but trust me. Just enjoy your free day and text me whenever you run out of things to do.
Received 1:20 PM
— Anthony you're being silly , answer my calls.
Delivered 1:21 PM
Mase
— Can't do that baby. See you later
Received 1:22 PM
Realizing that he wouldn't be contacting her back, she gave up and decided to find things to do. Her mind landed on her aunt April. Last conversation they had was nice and she gave Jhenea an earful about not coming to see her as often as she should.
Opting on her aunt's house as her first place to go, she got dressed in clothing that suited her going out, then she headed down to the parking garage. Her rental car was parked right where she left it.
Getting in, she turned the music up and sung her heart out to any and every love song that played from her playlist. She finally arrived and got out.
April was definitely home since her car was parked right out front.
Applying a knock on the door, Jhenea waited to see her aunt's joyous face.
She already had her cheeks peaked up due to her smiling so hard. Once the door opened up, her smile shattered when she stood face to face with Ai'Milan.
Ai'Milan stood with Najma right behind her. She was shocked to see Jhenea at the door, but that's what her sister was known for— pop ups.
They shared not a word with each other. Jhenea brushes past her going straight in the house.
Ai'Milan stood stunned at the fact Jhenea made no efforts to even try to be polite. Shutting the door, she turned around and eyed Jhenea as she hugged and greeted Najma.
Jhenea felt a set of eyes on her so she averted her attention to the left of her and was met with Ai'Milan again. "You got an issue?" Jhenea cocked her brow up at Ai'Milan.
Ai'Milan rolled her eyes. "Your issue isn't with me, it's with yourself," She scoffed before bumping shoulders with Jhenea.
"I'm gonna advise you to keep your hands to yourself. I'm letting you slide this one time because I'm having a good day, do it again and you'll be having a bad day," It had been five whole years and the feud between the two hadn't died down. Ai'Milan felt like like Jhenea's dislike was equivalent to hatred. She didn't think Jhenea hated her personally, but more so hated on her. Deep down inside, she knew Jhenea wanted a relationship with Ximena, but with Anthony in her ear, it never happened. Ai'Milan however, got that chance. To her that was enough to make Jhenea hate on her. She got the chance to experience her mother, something Jhenea longed for all her life and still was longing for while their mother was long gone.
"Nea', that's you?"
"Yes ma'am!" Jhenea perked up dismissing the attitude she just had with Ai'Milan.
April came into view with an infectious smile on her face. Her arms were extended out so Jhenea threw herself in her into them for a hug. "I haven't seen you since graduation Ms. Booked and Busy," She teased Jhenea.
Jhenea sighed. "I know, I'm working on it. I actually decided to stay down here until I find management for the studio," Artist's Playroom wasn't where Jhenea wanted it to be. Yeah, business was nice and so was the profit, however the management was rocky. With her residing in California she couldn't be as hands on as she use to be so she depended on Chris, the employee she hired as the manager of the studio— a lot.
Chris ran into some family issues and found out that he had to move back home to Seattle to be back with family. He wasn't sure if he would come back or not, but if he did Jhenea assured him that he would still have his position at the studio. So far, Chris has been helping Jhenea with the interview process and it wasn't looking too good.
"Well, where's my baby Artist? He called me the other day and talked my ear off," Jhenea chuckled at how much Artist called everyone in his FaceTime contact list on his iPad. He never kept the conversation short and sweet, he managed to talk about everything under the sun and made sure to poke people with millions of questions.
Just the other day, Jhenea went into his room to wake him just to see that he had fallen asleep on FaceTime with Ashton.
"That's just like him," Jhenea shook her head. "But he's with his dad, Anthony thought it would be nice to let me have a day to myself," Jhenea smiled.
April smirked. "You two seem to be on good terms,"
Ai'Milan's ears perked up at the mention of Anthony. Of course it had been all over New Orleans that he, Ashton, Carson and even Aven were out. That's all she really knew though. She was sure that Jhenea knew more than the media knew.
She shifted her eyes between Jhenea and aunt April. Jhenea had a gushing grin on her face as her cheeks tinted rouge. "Very good terms, we're solid," Jhenea kept it at that. One mistake she really made back then was exploiting to much of her business to others concerning her relationship. It caused turmoil so she now restricted herself of what she allowed others to know.
Awkwardly, Ai'Milan sat to the side listening to Jhenea and April catch up. She definitely felt left out and a bit overlooked. It was evident that Jhenea had a better bond with April than she did. Ai'Milan was slowly getting around her family more and more each day. Candace was hard to get forgiveness from, But April was the opposite. She gave Ai'Milan the benefit of the doubt and forgave her. Ai'Milan never apologized for what she did, she simply apologized for shutting her family out. She couldn't see herself apologizing for rebuilding a relationship with her mother, she just wasn't sorry for that.
Clearing her throat, Ai'Milan interrupted Jhenea's and April's conversation. "So aunt April I'll see you at the rehearsal dinner, please no extra guest," She shot a fake smile at Jhenea before handing April an invitation card she had retracted from her purse.
Jhenea too glanced at the invitation card. In cursive script read: Ai'Milan's and Howard's Wedding.
Rolling her eyes at Ai'Milan's antics Jhenea cut her eyes at her sister. "Please, you couldn't pay me to show up to a clown show like that," Jhenea scoffed.
Ai'Milan smirked at her sister before shooting a remark at her, in retaliation. "Says the one who's never gotten their dream wedding? That courthouse mess was a clown show honey,"
"You won't be having your dream wedding either love, your invitations and lackluster ring reflects that," Jhenea wasn't too much into materialistic things, but Ai'Milan was bringing her to that point. She had to remind her that she could pay for that tiny wedding of her's with no issues and still have the funds to pay for the renewal of their vows— with her own money!
Since she walked in Ai'Milan had been acting as if she was much more superior than Jhenea and that wasn't sitting well. Everyone knew Jhenea was living life wonderfully, and more than financially stable. However, Jhenea never took it upon herself to brag about what she had and what she could afford.
By Ai'Milan's attire, boatload accessories, attitude and the way she addressed others, Jhenea assumes that whoever her little sister had trapped into marriage, had a good amount of money to his name. She knew her sister would be nothing like her. Their morals and ethics would never be the same. Ai'Milan was content with boasting and overhyping herself, Jhenea could never.
"Are you two done?" April looked between the two.
Ai'Milan rolls her eyes. "I have better things to do,"
"Like cheat on your fiancée? Still haven't broke things off with Lamont?" Jhenea places her hand on her right hip and eyed her sister harshly.
Ai'Milan let out a dry and brittle chuckle. "You're use to infidelity. How many times has Anthony cheated on you and you went crawling back?"
Jhenea was only going back and forth to get under Ai'Milan's skin. No matter how unbothered and bougie her sister acted, she knew the same things were still able to anger her, and that was her own dirty laundry. "I just went crawling back this morning actually ," Jhenea let out an amused laugh finding her sister nothing more than comical. "But advice from one woman who has gotten cheated on, to another who's about to get cheated on for the entire duration of their marriage , how you get them is how you loose them. Hopefully you weren't being a home wrecker to catch—" Jhenea halted for a moment before reading the name on the invitation. "Howard. It'll be a shame if he gives the dream wedding and a much more beautiful ring to her instead of you,"
April expected for the two sisters to exchange words but she never imagined for them to be like this. They were ripping each other into shreds.
"Enough!" April came between the two.
Ai'Milan who was on the verge of snapping back, stopped and Jhenea had a satisfied smirk on her face. "I'm going to get going," Ai'Milan announced as she grabbed her purse.
Jhenea let out a chuckle as Ai'Milan said her goodbyes to April and began to head out. "Oh yeah, I still want my cut from Ximena's inheritance. Not that I need it or anything, I just feel like I should get compensated for having such a horrible mother," Jhenea taunted after Ai'Milan.
Turning on her heels Ai'Milan eyed Jhenea coldly. "You're miserable," She scoffed before exiting, not giving Jhenea a chance to respond.
April scolded Jhenea. "Now why would you do that?"
Jhenea carelessly shrugged her shoulders with a light laugh. "Same reason Ximena wanted to ruin my life— for the hell of it,"
***
Excruciating pain caused Lamont to groan out in agony. He struggled to get his eyes open due to the crust that locked them together.
The pain was overbearing. His mind resurfaced with absolutely nothing. He couldn't remember how he got in that position. Lamont tried hard to think back to the events that occurred but all he could remember was darkness's
The darkness alluded to his eyes closing shut after he had been hit with three bullets. Death was the only thing he could equate it to. He thought he died. He laid there sinking in darkness thinking he may never have a second chance with life.
Seeing these bright lights and hearing the shrilling sounds around him caused in immediate panic. Dead is what he wrote himself off ass, he dismiss any thoughts of living again. Hearing the indistinctive sounds, seeing the paining bright lights, even tasting the metal taste of his dried blood, all frightened him.
It was no way he survived that. It was just too surreal.
"Mr. Jordan," The sounds of his name echoed. The loudness of it caused his head to ache.
He wanted to respond, he he couldn't. Not a sound came out of him no matter how hard he pushed himself to talk, he just couldn't.
Staring at the ceiling, defenseless and practically lifeless, the lights became dimmer, the sounds became more distinctive— the metal taste in his mouth remained though.
"Mr. Jordan, do you know where you are?" A calm voice asked him. The voice seemed to collect a face once a middle aged man came into Lamont's fuzzy line of vision. Although it was blurry, Lamont could tell the man was of African American decent. He shared the same tawny beige skin Lamont had and his facial features we precise and symmetrical. Lamont stares directly in the terra-cotta bronze eyes of the man, hoping that could give him some type of answer as to why he was here, why he was in so much pain, and lastly how did he survive it all.
"Mr. Jordan you're at Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Angeles, California. Are you aware of that?" Dr. Kendricks could see Lamont furrow his face in confusion. It was evident that Lamont had no idea where he was. It was expected, especially after he had been in a comatose state for an entire week. "You were shot three times from behind, your body was found in the front of my hospital. We were able to save you," Dr. Kendricks explained.
"I know you are experiencing a lot of pain right now. I'm gonna get you on something to suppress the pain, but before I do so I need you to do something for me," Hesitation laced Dr. Kendricks voice causing Lamont to grow concerned.
"Mr. Jordan I'm going to ask you to move your legs," Dr.Kendricks paid close attention to Lamont whose face morphed into a frustrated scowl.
He was trying.
Moving your legs was something that could easily be done. Lamont was so frustrated and confused as to why the simple task seemed to be the hardest thing ever at the moment. Feeling absolutely nothing, Lamont continued to push himself to move his legs. A wiggle of his toes would be enough to rid his worries. However none of that was happening.
Lamont's bottom half was completely out of his control. Out of any control actually.
Lamont observed as Dr. Kendricks cautiously lifted the white linen sheets that covered his bottom half. Lamont marveled at the sight of his legs. He knew they were still attached to his body, but the empty feeling of not being able to move them frightened him. The sight of his legs reassured him a bit.
With blue latex gloves over his hands Dr.Kendricks applied a light squeeze on Lamont's toe. "Do you feel that Mr.Jordan?" Tears scorched Lamont's orbs, however he refused to let them fall. He stared up at the ceiling with his jaws clenched while slowly shaking his head left to right.
No.
Dr.Kendricks kept himself calm. He knew if he panicked then Lamont would result in doing the same as him. Instead, he trailed his hand up and squeezed towards Lamont's knee. "Do you feel that?" The hope in Dr.Kendricks voice caused Lamont to grow determined to feel the squeeze that was applied to his left leg.
After a moment of searching for the feeling, Lamont kept his deep red eyes up at the ceiling and shook his head, again.
No.
Dr.Kendrick had a lot of hope for Lamont. After being found in front of the hospital in unspeakable conditions and remaining alive, Lamont was a fighter. He never gave up. This couldn't be his downfall. Dr.Kendrick didn't stop. He traveled to Lamont's right leg, where he performed the same test of feeling. He got the same result which not only pained him as a doctor, but also as a decent human being.
Exasperated, Dr. Kendricks rid his hands of the gloves and covered up Lamont's legs. He couldn't deny that he indeed saw signs of Lamont's condition surpassing the three bullet wounds he endured. However Dr. Kendricks thought that things would change after Lamont awakened from the coma. He even put Lamont under a few light steroids to ensure that his legs would recover from the inactivity they were suffering from. None of that seemed to work at the end though.
Lamont was paralyzed.
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