***
Words couldn't describe Jersey's feelings. In her opinion, it seemed so chimerical to hear Malcolm profess his love for her. She didn't think their relationship would go this far, to the point where their feelings grew potent for one another. The scene still played repetitively in her head.
Flashback [start]
"I love you." Malcolm allowed those words to slip out of his mouth as he studied her face once again, wanting to see her reaction.
Jersey blinked a few times, not believing her ears. She adjusted herself and looked at him surprisingly.
"Mal—"
"I'm saying it because I mean it." Malcolm interrupted her.
"I'm not in my feelings or no shit like that. And if you don't feel the same way, I understand."
"No, don't make assumptions like that." She replied softly while running her hand over his hairy face. Jersey kissed him again and pulled back to stare into those enticing eyes of his. "I love you too."
Flashback [over]
Malcolm wasn't perfect, he had his faults, and that's what drew Jersey to him. She liked how different he was from other men. He had a hard exterior, but he was a sweetheart interiorly. He was always full of surprises; she never grew bored with him around.
They had intellectual conversations that she always enjoyed. Malcolm fucked her good and brought her to many orgasms—which Jersey wasn't used to getting. He gifted her significant items that held a lot of value, and let's not forget how protective he'd grown over her. Jersey always felt safe in his arms; she knew he wouldn't let anyone harm her.
Jersey's expensive apartment did come with a balcony, which was the most exciting area of the place—her opinion. She took the opportunity to do some decorating. A couple of winter-friendly potted plants were displayed on the bamboo stand, an outdoor rug, and two chairs that matched the coffee table.
Malcolm felt like it was a waste of money and decorations. They lived in New York, and it was the end of November. The weather wasn't exactly friendly enough for her to chill outside. She would have to be bundled up in coats. Jersey didn't seem to care about his opinion; she still had plans to get herself a heater so that she wouldn't freeze to death.
When she woke up, she realized it was around seven in the morning. Jersey raised while wiping the crust from her eyes. She placed her eyes on the digital clock that set on the nightstand to her right to get a good look at the exact time again.
7:45 a.m.
"Damn, I have to get up." She pulled herself away from the comfortable bed and strode into the bathroom.
Jersey studied herself in the mirror and realized how tired she looked. Her hair was wild and frizzy from not wearing a bonnet, she carried small bags underneath her eyes, and her stomach growled desperately for food.
But the food was the furthest thing on her mind. Today, Jersey would be meeting with Mrs. Joana for her first day of work. She'd grown accustomed to Givin' Back, but she was nervous about working as an executive associate. Malcolm kept telling her not to worry, but she couldn't help but do just that.
Jersey bent over to open her cabinet door. She grabbed her hairbrush and stood up straight to inspect it. After closing the cabinet door with her leg, she twisted the top of the brush off. Quickly, she pulled out a bag of weed that had been concealed in the brush since yesterday.
Her nerves were fucking with her, so she couldn't help but to roll up. After forming a decent looking blunt, she found her ashtray, lit the blunt, and continued to get ready.
Malcolm had left earlier, around four in the morning. He managed to give Jersey a couple of kisses before leaving out with Arthur. She felt them and only stirred in her sleep since she was too exhausted to provide him with the same energy.
Jersey felt a little better after she put on her clothes. She smoked half of the blunt and decided to put the rest up. The woman managed to grab her things and check herself in the mirror before leaving.
The blouse and slacks combo made her look sophisticated and ready to work. She locked her doors and made her way outside the apartment, stumbling into a hard object that caused her to frown.
Jersey looked up and realized it was the chocolate goddess who owned the barbershop next to Malcolm's bar. She blinked a few times, feeling paranoid as she stepped back and ran her hands over her peacoat.
What was his name? Jersey questioned herself as she tried to rummage through her brain for the handsome man's name.
What was it? It's like the alley cat from Tom and Jerry—Butch! Yes, his name is Butch!
"Wow," Butch exclaimed as he took Jersey in, from head to toe. "We keep running into each other, literally. How are you doing?"
"I'm...fine." She pushed out with a small smirk. "And you?"
"Good," Butch responded with a head nod. "Just making a house call." He pointed to his large bag, letting Jersey know that he was about to cut his client's hair.
"Well, that's great."
"We haven't seen each other in a minute." He continued while reaching into his pocket for something. Jersey waited and realized it was his business card. "We should keep in contact. Like I said the last time, it's got to be fate or something."
Jersey let out a dry chuckle and took the card. She looked it over and nodded her head. Using Butch's number was a definite no for her. Her relationship with Malcolm had grown severe overnight, and she didn't want to fuck it up by conversing with another man.
"I have to go...to handle some business," Jersey informed him as she walked forward, clearing her throat.
"Hopefully, we'll talk soon." Butch continued as he turned around to watch her walk off. "Damn, you look good."
***
"Mr. Sullivan, Jersey, is in the lobby. Is it okay if she comes up?"
Malcolm looked over at his intercom system that was on his desk. He was busy going over the financial records that were on an excel spreadsheet.
He pressed the button that allowed him to speak and said, "Yeah, send her up."
It didn't take long for Jersey to make her way up to his office. When she walked inside, she couldn't help but to check Malcolm and handsomeness out. He sat in his swivel office chair with his eyes glued on the iMac screen.
"Hey, boss." She greeted him sarcastically while looking around his large office. He had a nice area to sit down and watch television and a whole bathroom equipped with everything.
Malcolm glanced over at her and couldn't help but to do a doubletake. She looked beautiful in her formal attire; however, something was off about her. He narrowed his eyes and slowly brought them back to his computer screen.
The cold snub made Jersey feel a little anxious and insecure. She stood there, running her hand over her forearm as she walked further into the room. Jersey looked over the decorations, trying her best to relax.
"You don't listen to me." Malcolm pushed out in a stern tone, letting her know he wasn't joking. "I told you to lay off the fucking weed, and yet you're still smoking it."
Jersey didn't understand how he found out about her smoking. Instead of confirming his theory, she just gave him a frown, curling her upper glossed lip as well. "What are you talking about?"
He sighed while touching the side of his head. Malcolm rubbed it repetitively while saying, "Don't play with me, yo. I don't smoke weed, but I know when a person smokes that shit."
She rolled her eyes while leaning against the back of the couch. Jersey couldn't help but to trade her fake frown for a laugh. She tilted her head down, letting out a hearty chuckle that Malcolm didn't seem to like.
After finishing up her laugh, she grew serious and looked over at him.
"You walk into my place of business with your fucking eyes all red, and you're being mad goofy, which is something unusual for you." Malcolm ranted with anger in his voice.
"So, I had half of a blunt this morning." She pushed out with a shrug of shoulders. "What's so bad about that?"
"I explained once, and I won't explain it again. You know the consequences of smoking, and I'm not going to go through it with you again, Jerse."
"Well, alright, I don't care," Jersey remarked. "Where's my office so I can start working?"
"You're not working today." He shook his head, still not looking her way.
"I'm not working today?"
"You're not in your right mind, and I can't have you handling sensitive information while under the influence, and let's not forget that you were supposed to be working with Mrs. Joana. I can't have you embarrass me. Givin' Back is a drug-free business; you should know that."
Jersey stayed quiet as she eyed him with a perplexed expression. Her mouth gaped as she stood there, gripping her purse.
"Get yourself comfortable on the couch. Take a nap or something because you won't be working today."
"I should just go back home if I can't work."
"Take a nap on the couch, try to sleep that shit off if you can." Malcolm insisted forcibly as he typed away on the keyboard. "There's a couple of blankets in the closet over there."
Jersey pushed out some air from her lips as she made her way to the closet. She pulled out a clean blanket that smelled like fabric softener and flopped right on the couch with it. After kicking her shoes off, she got comfortable on the couch and was knocked out in ten minutes.
***
Jersey woke up later that day—around the afternoon. She raised and realized she was still inside Malcolm's office. Jersey quickly wiped her mouth and tried to fix herself up. She looked around and noticed that Malcolm was nowhere in the office. He'd left her alone, which was no big deal for Jersey.
She made her way into the bathroom to relieve her bladder. After washing her hands, she eyed herself in the mirror. Her red eyes were gone, and she was finally sober, or at least almost sober.
When she walked out of the bathroom, she noticed Malcolm walking inside with Candace. Jersey knitted her brows, but she didn't say anything. She made her way to the couch and started to fold the blanket.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." Candace greeted her coolly as she offered a slight smile.
"Hey," Jersey responded in a low tone while taking a seat on the couch, checking her phone.
"I got you some food. You should be hungry." Malcolm commented as he walked over and placed a couple of brown bags on the coffee table. Jersey didn't say anything since his comment did come off as...petty.
He pulled out a couple of Styrofoam plates and pushed one over near her.
"I have to get going," Candace announced, looking down at her phone. "One-thirty meeting. I'll text you later for the upcoming trip."
Jersey grabbed the plate and opened it up to some goodness. Fried chicken, cabbages, baked macaroni and cheese, and some cornbread. The smell danced around her nose as she hurriedly unwrapped her utensils.
"Alright."
Malcolm took a seat beside Jersey and opened his plate. He had the same thing as her. When Candace closed the door, Jersey looked over at him while stabbing her fork into the cheesy macaroni.
"This food came from Trudy's," Malcolm spoke before biting into his chicken. He examined the drum and shrugged his shoulders as he placed his eyes on Jersey. "It's good, but it's not your fried chicken."
"What upcoming trip was Candace talking about?"
Malcolm stopped in mid-chew as he reached over for a napkin. After wiping his mouth, he looked over at Jersey and proceeded to speak. "I have to leave for California in two days."
"Two days?" She reiterated while furrowing his brows. "Wha—why am I just now hearing about it?"
"I planned on telling you."
"When?" Jersey continued. "As soon as you got settled on the plane or something?"
"Nah." He objected with a head shake. "I was going to tell you today. I just had to make sure everything was in order."
Jersey stayed quiet as she forked the macaroni on her plastic utensil. She pushed the food in her mouth and couldn't help but to eat some more, wanting to extend the taste.
Malcolm leaned over and ran his nose over his cheek. Jersey didn't bother to acknowledge him. Instead, she continued to eat while he peppered kisses across her jawline, ear, and neck.
"You mad at me?"
She shrugged her shoulders stiffly.
"You are." He sighed before drawing closer to her. "I'm going to California for business in two days. I'm leaving out Friday night, and I'll be back on Monday."
"I'll be at home by myself."
"No, you won't." Malcolm objected. "You can keep Ivy if you want, or I'll let my moms keep her."
"I'll keep her." Jersey blurted out before she could think. She didn't want to be alone in the apartment. She'd grown accustomed to Malcolm being there with her every night. Having Ivy there would keep her sane.
"I'll set up some arrangements for Ivy because I know you'll be busy with work. Candace will be with me, so I'll have Amber fill in."
"Amber." Jersey enunciated while looking over at him. "Oh, my God."
"Don't do that; she's crazy about you, Hershey."
"I know she is." Jersey pushed out. "I just...really don't want you to go."
"I got to make my money, baby."
"I know."
She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but smell the floral scent that came from her tiny curls.
"I'm just so used to you being home with me at night," Jersey muttered underneath her breath.
"I'll FaceTime you before bed." He suggested.
Jersey looked up at him and said, "Deal. Now, let me eat this food before it gets cold."
Malcolm watched as she picked at her cabbages.
"Who are you buying weed from?" He questioned her randomly.
Jersey looked over at Malcolm. She felt like he had caught her off guard. Her lips parted, ready to speak. Lying wouldn't help her case. Malcolm had a lot of connections. He could find out on his own.
"Alesha's been supplying me with it. She buys it from her weed man."
"Your friend is a Muslim, and she's smoking weed?"
Jersey just nodded her head, while Malcolm scratched his.
"Why the fuck is she bringing those bad habits around you?"
"She doesn't know my history with drugs."
"Still..." He continued while grabbing his plate. "Watch her ass. I don't trust her."
You don't trust anyone. Jersey said to herself as she continued to eat.
***
"She loves Arionne," Ashanti spoke as she held her drooling baby in her arms. She kept her big eyes on her cousin, who was sitting beside them. Jersey had decided to take Ashanti to the nail salon to get a manicure and pedicure—her treat. She figured the young teen needed to relieve some stress and leave her house for a couple of hours.
"Lisa had her the whole time I was over her house. She kept talking about how much she looks just like Rudy." Ashanti talked away.
Jersey looked over at the baby and couldn't help but smile. Arionne did favor Rudy. She even had his coarse textured hair. The baby sported tightly coiled hair that was very thick and healthy. Her honey texture complexion was smooth, and she had a wide nose with juicy pink lips to match.
"She does look like him." Jersey grabbed the baby's hand and softly rubbed it. "I wish he was here to see her."
"Well, he's not," Ashanti replied sarcastically as she plastered a fake smile on her face. "I told Lisa what went down, and she believed me."
"What a minute...what did you tell her?"
"I told her the truth about Rudy and his shenanigans." Ashanti shrugged her shoulders. "I told her that you had nothing to do with his death and that it was his fault. I was like, Jersey tried to help him, but he wouldn't do right, so he ended up dead."
"Thanks for telling her the truth."
Jersey wasn't excited about Lisa believing Ashanti. She was more disappointed than anything. Lisa didn't know Ashanti at all, and yet she believed her during their first encounter. Having a baby by Rudy did not automatically equal trust.
"I just wished she believed me when I told her the same thing," Jersey spoke up.
"Well, your cousin still doesn't seem convinced. What's her name, Shaye? Yeah, I don't think she believed me."
"Typical, Shaye," Jersey replied as she watched the nail tech go to work on her feet. She was busy rubbing some kind of exfoliating scrub all over her legs and feet—one by one. It felt relaxing just to get a nice massage after a long day.
"Lisa also asked for your number, so I gave it to her."
Jersey jerked her head around to look at the teenage girl with a frown.
"Before you get upset, I have my reasons." Ashanti continued. "She said she had to talk to you about something extremely important."
"It's not that important. It's almost December, and she hasn't contacted me yet."
"I'm sure it'll be soon."
🚸🚸🚸
Jersey ordered some color-changing lightbulbs from Amazon about two weeks ago and decided to install them in her bedroom. She didn't understand what they would be suitable for until her eyes landed on Malcolm. He was fresh out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. She wasted no time pulling the towel and leading him to the bed.
"What are you doing?" He questioned her with a slight frown on his face.
"Shhh." She placed her index finger across his thick lips as he sat on the bed, ass naked with his semi-erect dick hanging. Jersey wasted no time changing the color of her bulb to red on her cellphone. She'd pick that color since it was a sign of passion, love, and lust. And also because of TLC's Red Light Special.
Jersey got on her knees and sucked his semi-erect dick good, causing it to grow a couple of inches in her mouth. Malcolm just sat there, allowing her to do her thing. He seemed to be in a daze as he watched her take most of his dick down her throat and make her way to his balls. She made his stomach jump from time to time and toes curls. The head was just that good.
They eventually switched up positions. Since the couple was extremely horny and in the mood, they decided to continue. Jersey wanted to have as many orgasms as her body would allow. Malcolm would be leaving soon, and she didn't want to be sexually frustrated.
She planted both of her hands on each side of his legs, gripping them as she rolled her hips smoothly. Jersey moaned lowly, trying to keep her cool. However, Malcolm's massive dick kept inching inside her, causing her to swivel around it. She coated his pole, polishing it with her moistness as she threw her ass back.
"Yeah, just like that." Malcolm coached her as he slapped her ass. He had a full view of the whole thing since she was reverse riding him. He placed his hands on each side of her ass and forced her to slam down harder on his dick.
"Ah!" She yelped in pleasure, taking over. He loved hearing her pants and moans as she managed to fuck him back. Judging from her moves, he could tell she had an orgasm.
Malcolm wanted to taste her, so he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her until her pussy met his lips. He took in the sight and smell of her vagina. It had no scent, from what he could sense, but it looked like a piece of artwork. The slight discoloration, the folds, and her large clitoris turned Malcolm on. He placed kisses on the inner parts of her thighs before bringing his attention to her center.
Jersey bit her lip when she felt his hot tongue run over her slit. She grabbed his dick and proceeded to suck him while moving her hips, wanting Malcolm to lick every area.
He made her cum more than three times that night, and she slept great after showering. The next morning rolled in with quickness. Jersey had just finished changing the bedsheets when she noticed Malcolm walking around, trying to get his stuff together.
She flopped down on the bed and picked up her ringing phone. The phone number wasn't saved, so she didn't answer it. Whoever the person was had sent her a text instead of calling back.
This is your aunt. Answer your phone. Lisa.
Jersey pursed her lips and tapped on her aunt's number. She didn't want to talk to her, but she felt the need to after Ashanti claimed it was necessary.
"Hello."
"Hey, girl." Lisa greeted her as if she didn't recently cut her off. "We need to talk."
"About what?"
"About everything. I haven't talked to you in months. Where the hell are you?"
"I'm at my apartment." Jersey felt the bed dip and realized Malcolm managed to take a seat beside her. He kissed her on the cheek and eventually made his way over to her neck and back up to her ear.
"Oh, so you got yourself an apartment?"
"Yeah."
"That's good. I'm assuming you're not shacking with that guy anymore?"
"Uh..." Jersey trailed off while looking over at Malcolm, who kept trying to kiss her. "Not really."
"Not really?" Lisa reiterated back, trying to pry in her niece's business.
"I'm not shacking," Jersey stated forcibly as she frowned. Malcolm pulled his lips away from her as he eyed her attentively. He wanted to know who was on the line trying to fish Jersey for information.
"I just asked you a simple question; no need to get upset with me. I don't care about you living with a nigga; I just don't care for that ruthless ass motherfucka you were messing with."
Malcolm was far from ruthless and Jersey could second that. She knew he only grew ruthless when people tried to fuck over him.
"He's not like that."
"He is ruthless. Don't forget that he had your little cousin beaten almost to death over some money."
Jersey peered over at Malcolm, who was busy lacing up his sneakers.
"Auntie, it happened, and everybody moved on from it. You should too."
Lisa stayed quiet before speaking again.
"Ashanti told me how supportive you've been of her and the baby. Thank you. Although I am a little upset with you for not telling me about my grandbaby."
"You told me not to contact you ever again, so I was only abiding by your rule."
Lisa chuckled a little and said, "You're right, and I want to apologize for doing you like that. I know you don't have any family, and that was wrong of me."
"It's okay. All is forgiven. I've moved on." Jersey shrugged with an eye roll.
"That's good to hear." She sighed before speaking. "Did Ashanti tell you that I have something important to tell you?"
"She did, but she didn't go into details."
"Well, I do, and...I don't know how you're going to react to this shit."
"React to what? Just tell me." Jersey urged her, not liking the suspense.
"Three days before Thanksgiving, a man came by my apartment looking for you."
"What, man?"
Malcolm stopped in his steps as he looked over at Jersey. He made his way outside the room, allowing her to talk more with the stranger on the line.
"Some guy who's claiming to be your dad. He goes by the name of Abshir."
Jersey shook her head, not knowing how to respond. She narrowed her eyes in suspense, wanting to learn more.
"He was looking for me?"
"Yes," Lisa answered. "And I believe him because he fits your momma's standards. She loved those well-suited men."
"Okay." Jersey chuckled a little, trying to ease out of the nervousness. Unfortunately, it didn't work for her. She still felt a rush of anxiety surrounding her. "Um, auntie, can I call you back? I need to think about this."
"You'll have to call me later tonight because I'm on my way to work."
"Okay."
"I'll give you his number the next time we talk."
"Alright."
Jersey ended the call while running her fingers through her hair. She looked over her shoulder and realized there was a cake on the bed, along with some roses. A small smirk etched on her face. Malcolm and his sudden romantic, random wits. She would never grow tired of them.
She peered down at the small cake and realized it was caramel. Jersey clasped her hands together; caramel cake was her favorite. She removed the plastic cover and got a better glimpse at the cake. There was a topper pushed inside, so she leaned over to read it carefully.
You mine or what?
Jersey laughed a little while pulling the topper from the cake. She knew this cake was Malcolm's idea. He always managed to say creative shit. She removed most of the icing from the stem of the topper and placed it into her mouth. The creamy caramel icing tasted great in her mouth.
"What are you laughing at?" Malcolm asked, walking inside the room.
"I'm laughing at you and your witty remarks."
He walked closer to her, looking a little hesitant. Malcolm wanted to have an actual title with Jersey. Of course, he introduced her as his girlfriend to his dad, but he never asked Jersey out.
"So, what do you say?"
"What do I say..." She trailed off while walking closer to him. Jersey got her tippy toes and pressed her lips against his numerous times. After kissing him for a while, she pulled back and whispered on her lips, "I say yes."
"Aww, shit." Malcolm cursed, looking at her for a brief moment. "It's official."
"Yeah, it is official now." She concurred. "Since we're in a relationship now, you can't be running to your moms when we argue, and I don't want no bitches playing with me. I mean, I'm quiet and all, but I'll fight."
"You don't have to worry about that," Malcolm spoke up coolly.
"What do you expect from me?" Jersey questioned him.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't have any negative shit to say about you because you're wonderful already. Just lay off the weed. I stopped drinking for you, so I expect the same energy."
Her eyes grew wide from the sudden feedback, "you did? You stopped drinking?"
"Cold turkey."
"I'm sorry," Jersey whispered. "I fucked up, but I promise to stay away from the weed."
"We'll see." Malcolm pushed out, not believing her. "Who was that on the phone?" He asked her, causing Jersey's positive mood to change instantly.
"Um, my aunt." She muttered. "She apologized for treating me wrong, and then she told me that some man who claims to be my dad showed up at her door looking for me."
"Damn." Malcolm cursed. "Yo, that's some crazy shit. You trust her?"
Jersey shrugged her shoulders and muttered, "I don't know. She just wouldn't lie like that, Malcolm."
"You want me to check everything out? Did she give you his name?"
"If you can. She said his name is Abshir."
"Abshir..." Malcolm trailed off, thinking about the name. It sounded familiar to him. "Well, I'm behind you...whatever you want to do."
Jersey nodded her head, hoping she would make the right decision.
***
They kissed multiple times before he left. Malcolm promised Jersey he would FaceTime her as soon as he got settled on the plane. She kissed him one last time before he left and locked the door.
Malcolm headed home to grab a few items. After leaving his apartment, he made his way over to his Jaguar parked in the car lot. He unlocked the trunk and tossed his bag inside. After closing it, he turned around and was bombarded by a hard fist.
He landed on the ground, trying to recover from the hard hit. It connected with the left side of his head, putting him in a daze. The punch was followed by a hard kick in the stomach, causing him to groan out in pain.
The masked person leaned over to look at Malcolm, who was struggling to cough and breathe simultaneously.
"We couldn't let that shit slide." The masked stranger stated in a deep, masculine voice, letting Malcolm know it had to be a man. "See...we all know that you had something to do with Carl's cargo being destroyed. We lost millions of dollars behind that shit."
Malcolm didn't bother to speak; he was trying to concentrate on gaining his strength back.
"You fucked up."
Malcolm expertly pulled the blade out from underneath his skully and sliced the guy's leg. Thanks to his too little trousers, Malcolm was able to draw blood from him. The masked man yelped out in pain.
"Motherfucka!" He shouted.
Malcolm was barely standing up straight when he managed to give the guy a left hook. He came back and hit him with the right, causing the guy to stumble a little.
The masked man grabbed Malcolm, and they wrestled a little, trying to overcome each other's strength. Both men were big and standing around 6'5. He pushed Malcolm into his Jaguar, causing him to bust the driver's window out. The glass's impact did hurt Malcolm's back, but he continued with the punches, fucking him up.
The Jaguar's alarm started to ring loudly, causing the masked man to grow alert. He wasn't trying to stick around and see what would happen next; he just pulled out his pistol that had a silencer attached and shot Malcolm in the abdomen and head.
***
"What are you doing back here, Hershey?" Amber questioned Jersey, who was lying in her bed with Ivy.
"I'm on YouTube, watching this woman cook."
"Oh, yeah?"
Amber laid beside Jersey and placed her attention on the iPhone that she had nestled in her manicured hands.
"Umhm..."
"You should make a cooking channel; you can burn in the kitchen too. Hell, you can make a regular channel for vlogging."
Jersey looked over at Amber and couldn't help but to chuckle a little. "Imagine that. There'll be cameras and ring lights everywhere."
"Hell yeah. Make your money."
"I'll pass." She shook her head. "Malcolm wouldn't want a camera in his face all day, every day. After all, a YouTuber's life is always broadcasted over the internet. I don't want those problems."
"I understand, but you don't have to put his ass in the videos." Amber remarked, causing Jersey to laugh.
"You're right."
"What I'm trying to figure out is why you fired me as your driver. Like, come on, sis. I need a job." Amber stated randomly.
Jersey laughed a little and placed her attention on Amber, who wore her long dreads in a ponytail.
"I wanted to drive myself around."
"That's how you going to do me?" Amber questioned after licking her lips. "I'm out of a job and shit. Malcolm got me taking Ivy everywhere. That's not what I signed up to do."
"You'll be alright."
The sound of Amber's phone chirping broke their conversation. She looked down at her iPhone and realized it was Arthur.
"Yo!" Amber greeted him warmly while pushing herself out of bed. "What? Well, what the fuck happened? I thought he was supposed to be meeting up with you?"
Jersey looked over at Amber and noticed how her facial expression changed. She held a horror look as she stood up, trying to listen to what Arthur was saying.
"Amber? What's wrong?"
"I'm on my way, yo. Fuck!" Amber ended the call and looked over at Jersey. Hurt was written all across her face.
"Why are you looking at me like that? What happened?"
TO BE CONTINUED
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