#//i blocked them swiftly ofc but it still annoyed me a bit

[freezegirl]

FEED ME ALL YOUR WOES & PITY (I AM NOTHING ANYMORE) or: the cliffhanger of the season (and beyond) through khione's eyes / music insp.

the figure skating grand prix ends right before the final fights of the sekai taikai start.

luckily, it's not that far from the centro convenciones internacionales de barcelona, either, so despite missing the beginning and the middle parts of the competition, khione can still catch the end of it. even if she's hurried over, still wearing her sparkly dress, with a sports bag slung over her shoulder and clutching her gold medal like it'll vanish if she lets go of it for even one second.

beyond joining the group to go to the aquarium beforehand and hitting the town alongside them, she hasn't seen much from them and she wants to change that.

besides, it'll be nice to see her friends thrive for once in a controlled environment so that it doesn't end up like the school fight or that time they fought at the larusso house or the altercation at the pool or, well, any other time after that.

she doesn't know if they can see her from where they're standing on the mats, but she waves anyway, signalling support, and settles in to watch, wincing visibly every time anyone from either side lands a blow.

maybe she jinxed it, though, by showing up at all.

maybe she should've gone to the hotel, should've changed, should've gone out to celebrate with the other skaters after calling her friends and her parents and farzana and jawaharel.

because of course the commentator, gunther braun - zach's uncle - gets knocked out halfway through. of course an all-out brawl ensues.

khione clutches the railing, leaning forward, searching for miguel, hawk, robby, tory, courtney. for anyone that she knows. but it's chaos out there and she can't see a thing.

and then, between one heartbeat and the next, the unthinkable happens. a scream fills the arena. fills her heart. fills her head. it's one of those screams that will haunt her forever.

and it's not just the scream. it's the sight that comes with it.

there's blood on the floor. there's blood in her mouth.

kwon isn't moving. the mats are soaked, and kwon isn't moving. mister larusso touches him, softly, gently, like a father might shake his son awake in the morning. then he turns him around and kwon's empty eyes stare, unseeing, at the ceiling.

khione wants to stop looking at him. why can't she stop looking at him? tears stream down her cheeks while she presses the roof of her hand to her mouth to stifle the sobs.

"cut the feed!" gunther yells, his voice tinged with desperation and something else she can't quite name. "cut the feed!"

for a moment, it looks like someone's pushed the pause button. like she's seated in the kiss and cry, watching a playback. then everything erupts. she doesn't know who breaks the silence. she doesn't know which person has told the others to start moving towards the exit. all she knows is that she needs to get out of here. now, now, now, right now.

move.

one foot in front of the other.

move.

move!

so she does, uncaring, for once, if everyone sees. most of her life is out there for public consumption already, anyway.

khione grabs her sports bag from beneath her seat, slings it over her shoulder and flees. it's warm in barcelona and it's warm inside the arena but she's never felt colder in her life.

she'd planned to text coach zreibac and to go back to the hotel immediately. except she feels sick and she can't find the bathroom or the exit because this place is apparently a damn maze, so she ducks into the first unoccupied space she sees: the coat check area.

she pushes one of the coats aside and crawls inside the closet, hoisting her sports bag into the small space with her. maybe that's why it takes her entirely too long to get to the numbers she's got on speed-dial.

"hey, you," layla's smiling face appears on the screen. "congratulations on winning! we all watched the livestream! don't tell magenta but she screamed so loud when they announced your score and then again when you won, she---"

it is then that layla sees khione's face, streaked with tears. "kie?" her voice softens. "hey, is everything okay?" she gets her answer when the only thing khione can do is shake her head as she burst into tears once more.

layla's voice sharpens, then. "warren!" she calls but there's no response, not at first. "warren!" there's a flash of an orange sweater and layla's voice telling ethan to go get warren. and will, too. but it's not warren who takes the phone from layla. it's zach.

"yo," he says, without preamble, "is my uncle okay? kie! listen to me, please: is my uncle okay?! i saw him get knocked out by that big, angry dude and then my internet crapped out on me!"

khione tries to nod but she's unsure he sees it because will takes the phone from zach and tosses it to warren who catches it.

"they cut the feed," magenta says from where she's sitting. "i looked it up. she doesn't know any more than we do right now."

"it's bad."

"no shit," magenta says and moves towards where zach is pacing. "dude, sit down, your uncle will be fine. kie, however, is freaking out and this really isn't helping."

"someone died." her voice doesn't even sound like her own. she doesn't sound like herself. doesn't feel like herself. doesn't feel like much of anything right now. "kwon. he was screaming... screaming so loud. i can still hear him in my head." unbidden, she adds: "there was so much blood. it soaked into the mats."

"kie?" layla's voice. but she sounds far away. everyone sounds far away and that's not just because she's in barcelona and they're in the states. "have you texted your coach so she knows where you are?"

khione shakes her head. layla exchanges a glance with magenta who nods and mouths 'on it'.

"okay," layla says, even though warren's the one holding the phone, "magenta's gonna do that for you. i'm gonna see if i can reach out to farzana and jawaharel or your parents. you keep talking to warren, okay? i'll be right back."

"i miss you," khione says quietly. "all of you." she takes a shaky breath and then adds: "i'm tired - i wanna go home."

"if you spring for the tickets," ethan pipes up, "we could come see you." a beat and then: "or warren can. that's probably the easiest thing to do, considering everyone's gonna wanna leave now. also, i don't think you should stay on the phone for the rest of the night because not everyone has access to an unlimited data plan. just saying."

warren glares at ethan as he leaves the living room of the stronghold residence and, somehow, this is what gets her to break. there's laughter and tears in equal measure. if only for a moment.

then, a push message appears on the top of her screen. it's from coach zreibac. stay where you are, golden goose, it reads, i'm on my way.

[kentoxo]

Heyy, I really like your writing style!!! and was wondering if your still taking requests, if so would you be willing to write something about higuruma? Like what of he's with Satoru's sister so she's kinda like Gojo, so maybe a sunshine golden retriever x black cat type of thing? If your interested ofc thank you :⁠-⁠)

currently no, BUUUt i have yet to write anything w higuruma so i'm more than excited to write this!

pairing: reader (f) x bf!higuruma

synopsis: you were the light of his life. the sun after the storm. you complimented his personality by not forcing him to change. this is how he sees you, albeit being annoying satoru's sister

a/n: thank you for this req! while im still writing another series and have them closed temporarily, this really helped me combat my writers block so tysm anon :)

He knew the waitress had a thing for him.

Out for his lunch, Hiromi found himself in a small cafe, in urgent need for a cup of black coffee. With his briefcase perched in your future seat, Hiromi sat with one leg over the other, newspaper in hand. He pulled out his tie a bit, relief surging through him from his untightened collar. Hiromi had just won a case, and he was exhausted.

The waitress made her feelings known, as she lovingly placed his cup down, with a side of a scone he did not ask for. "A sweet thing for your coffee," she offered, the sultry on her tongue disgusting him.

He nods his head, queueing her to continue waiting other guests as he grabbed the cup of coffee. Hiromi stared at the scone in detest, wondering why she would ever think that he would want such a sweet. His dose of saccharine was on her way, and he wanted to save his sweet tooth for your arrival.

The waitress came back after noticing he downed his coffee, her fingertips pressing firmly around the rim of his mug. "Another refill for you, sir?" She offers sweetly.

Hiromi shakes his head, never looking up at her, "no, thank you. And please feel free to take this back as well." He lightly pinches the rim of the scones plate.

She frowns but doesn't take offense, "not your favorite flavor?"

"I'm not taken by sweets," Hiromi hums simply, his eyes dragging left to right on the black and white paper. She hesitates, but takes the scone and walks promptly away.

The bell that hung right above the entrance wrung, and you looked around swiftly for your boyfriend. You see the spiky hair of your lover, and smile widely. You practically skip over to him, covering his eyes with your hands. Your hands were freezing, he noted mentally.

"Did my boyfriend have to wait long for me?" You playfully spoke in his ear. He shakes his head, the smallest of smiles itching the corners of his lips. He puts the newspaper down to take both of your hands into his. They were incredibly warm, his skin soft yet ornate with callouses. You could feel his fingertips twist playfully the gold rings on your fingers.

"Is it really cold outside?" Hiromi asks you warmly. He lets go of your hands and rises from his chair, quickly putting down the briefcase on the floor to pull out your chair. You smile bubbly, taking your seat as he slowly pushes you in.

"Just a lil," you say with a smile. You unwrap the scarf around your neck, hanging it on the corner of your chair. "Did you order anything yet, Hiro?"

He mentally smiles at the nickname you coined for him, "just a coffee. I waited for you so we could eat together."

"But you must be hungry," you say, pouting your lips. He looks up at you, noticing you softly jump in your seat from excitement. "Thank you for waiting for me, though! Let me get the menu."

As your eyes darted around the menu, Hiromi couldn't help but stare at you.

Never in a million years would he have imagined to encounter and court a woman like yourself. To join the world was already a weight for him, on top of his current 'normal' life as a struggling lawyer, it was relieving to have such a warm partner like you. Especially the sister of sorcerer-famous crackhead, Satoru Gojo.

But your energy was addictive. Never having a sweet tooth, he couldn't get enough of your sugary personality. Your smile was too inviting, while the way you spoke was enticing. Your beauty made his mouth water.

You made him feel like he didn't have to change in order to compliment your personality. In fact, you loved the way he was. Cold, shielded to others while he melted from your touch. He'd never laugh at anyone's joke unless it came to you. Then, his laugh was infectious. You were the funniest gal he had ever met, and for that he needed to cherish you.

"Do you know what you want, love?" He asks quietly, hoping he wasn't rushing you to decide.

You purse your lips a bit, putting down the menu to meet his eyes, "what are you getting?"

"A hamburger," Hiromi replies simply.

"Mmmm," you hum, your pensive expression melting his heart. Your eyes narrow down to his, a smile quickly forming on your lips. "Then I think I'll get the chicken panini! But I'll skip the fries and take from yours. Is that okay, Hiro?"

Please do. Take whatever you want from me, he thought. "Of course," he hums.

"I'll make the order, 'kay?" You say cheerfully, knowing that Hiromi wasn't a fan of ordering himself. He nods gratefully, taking the newspaper back in his hands to fold it up properly. As he did, you raised your hand to the waitress that, unbeknownst to you, had been serving Hiromi with intention.

The waitress holds light abhor in her eyes, covering it with a shit eating smile. "Welcome in," she says to you with a forced voice. She then looks over to Hiromi, "are you and your friend ready to order?"

Hiromi looks up at you after her striking words, noticing a sudden fire in your eyes. With a wicked smile, you put down the menu and smile widely at the waitress, "ah, yes we are!"

You look at Hiromi with a warm smile, winking at him before returning your challenging gaze at the waitress, "my hubby would like the double cheeseburger," you began confidently, "well-done, with cheddar cheese instead of American-- and no pickles." You knew him too fucking well.

The waitress rolls her eyes at the realization that you were his partner. Hiromi had to keep himself from laughing at your unwavering confidence.

As you said your order, you quickly give her back the menu, all smiles. Although you did not have the classic blue eyes like you should as a Gojo, your gray eyes glimmered with an icy glare that would make anyone shudder. The waitress was no different.

"Anything else?" The waitress asked, her voice small.

"Ummmm," you tilt your head left and right in thought. "Can I have a chocolate scone please?" The same as what she had brought to Hiromi. Of course, you did not know that, but it definitely brought a rare smile to Hiromi's lips.

The waitress nods begrudgingly, stomping away as you weaved your fingers together to rest your chin upon. Hiromi lets out a chuckle, "you're quite ferocious when you're jealous, doll," he says curtly.

"Jealous? Me?" You say with a innocent tone. Eyes are wide and dripping purity. "She never had a chance to begin with."

Those pink, soft lips form into that compelling smile of yours. That smile could wipe away all of his stresses and woes. The shine that always followed you in his eyes led the way to a happiness he didn't think was possible. You were the novocain to all his pains, and he wanted nothing more than to protect you for as long as he could.

"I won a case today," he murmured casually, waiting eagerly for your reaction.

Your eyes widen, lips apart with your fists shaking in joy. "Ah, because you're the best there is, Hiromi!" You cheer quietly. You take his hands into your own and smile, your light bringing a little too much joy to Hiromi's heart. "Congratulations, my love. I knew you were gonna kick ass today."

A rare smile appears, and Hiromi's eyes warm onto you. "Thank you, doll," Hiromi replies warmly.

Oh, the things he will do in order to maintain this bright, joyful life with you.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime, Sweetheart: Part 18

Pairing: JDM x OFC

Features: Ackles & Padalecki Families, R2, Misha Collins & Vicky Vantoch, Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Kim Rhodes, Briana Buckmaster, Ruth Connell, Corey Taylor and other cast members & OFCs* *THIS IS AN RPF FIC**

Series Masterlist Summary: (I’m horrible at summaries, but let me try): Kylin Ackles runs to her brother’s house after leaving her abusive boyfriend of 3 years, where she meets Jeffrey. Events unfold that bring them together, as well as push them apart.  Warnings: Emotional abuse, Physical Violence, mentions of rape, cursing, drinking, recreational drug use (weed), Strip Club, RPF, NSFW**, GIFs, implied smut, Age Difference, Slow burn, Emotional rollercoaster, poorly written smutt, etc… 18+ please

(A/N: This is strictly a work of fiction that I came up with off the top of my head. For fictional purposes his S/O & Son are not mentioned. I love him and his little family, though, so no hate intended. This is the first time posting anything on Tumblr, but I couldn’t get it out of my head since my ao3 fic is currently on hiatus because writers block. Feedback is appreciated. unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.)

*SONG USED IN THIS PART IS BODAK YELLOW BY CARDI B ALL LYRICS AND IDEAS IN REGARDS TO MUSIC VIDEO BELONGS TO HER.

TAGS: @jml509 @jesbakescookies @daddy-kink-confirmed @wayward-mirage @aquivercactus @xagateophobiax @sorenmarie87 @missghoul18@jdmfanfiction @jeffreydeanneganstrash

   The rest of the weekend went by in a blur, split between following Misha around like a chicken with my head cut off and sneaking away to find Jeffrey to bury ourselves in each other. It was over too fast, and before it felt like I could blink I was back in Vancouver, on set and bored out of my skull.    "Jesus Christ, Padalecki, get it the fuck together!" I heard the director yell from his chair behind the camera. He was new, and thought he knew shit. He did, in fact, not know shit.

   I whipped my head around at his tone of voice, shooting daggers towards him before turning to the stage. My brother was obviously irked, vein in his neck straining as he clenched his jaw in that very Winchester way as he controlled himself from going off on the balding man.

"Places....Rolling....Go."

   The boys started the scene again, said their lines, discussing whatever hunt the brothers were on this episode. Everything was going smoothly until Jensen accidentally knocked a prop off of the map table and couldn't help but laugh.

   "Jesus....Are you two fucking idiots? Can you two really not get through one fucking scene?"

   Jensen made a brazen move forward, but Jared stopped him with a firm hand on his chest. My brother was about to open his mouth to speak when I jumped up from my place.

   "Aye! Who the fuck do you think you're talkin' to?" I  barked, drawl sifting through with my rage as I swiftly stalking forward to stand closer to where the annoying little prick sat. 

   "Who the fuck are you?" he recoiled in a hiss, eyeing me up and down with venom in his eyes.

   "Who the fuck are you? I've never seen you a day before in my life and I've been on this set for 13 fucking years. You don't speak to my brothers like that here. You don't speak to anyone like that here!" I seethed, squinting my eyes at him like he was a pest that needed to be squashed.

   The man huffed, his eyes sliding from me to the two men who had moved away from the stage to menacingly stand behind me. I quirked an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms, "I think you need to apologize before someone fucks around and fires you on your first fucking day."

  ��He swallowed thickly, glancing to me for a second before back to the glowering looming figures above me, "I-I-I'm sorry, Mr. Ackles. Please forgive me, Mr. Padalecki."

   I smirked, craning my head to look up at Jensen and Jared, finding them nodding spite the scowls still splayed across both their faces. I looked back forward as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I noted that it wasn't a number I had programmed.

   "You're lucky I'm getting a call right now, douche, or I'd tear into your ass some more."

   I walked away from the area as the crew went back to work and slid the accept button.

"Ms. Ackles?" The man on the other line said

"This is she."

   "This is Webster, we met at the gallery? Norman said he let you know to expect my call?" "Oh yes, sir! How are you doing today?" "Great, great. Do you have a moment to speak now?" "I do, Mr. Webster. What did you have in mind?"    "Well my client, Cardi, said she really liked your look and that you would suit well with her vision of the video she wants. This is all on her as far as creative ideas, so she's basically getting whatever she wants, and she's decided that she wants you."    "Cardi, like....Cardi B? The rapper stripper chick from Love and Hip Hop?" he chuckled, and I pictured him shaking his head, "Yes, 'mam. That's her." "Huh. That's crazy. I actually worked with her one time years ago. Weird."    "She said she thought you looked familiar. Maybe that's where that's from. Anyway, we're offering you full commodities and accommodations, travel expenses, et cetera, and the over all pay out due to you will be roughly 10, 000 after the work is completed."    I choked on the gulp of RedBull I had been attempting to swallow, "Wha-wha-what?! 10,000, like, in, money?"    He chuckled again, "Yes, Ms. Ackles, real U.S currency. Cash, Deposit, or Check, however you prefer." "Holy fucking shit."    "So, I take that as a yes? I can have the contract sent over for you to go over with your lawyer by the end of the day." "Fuck yeah, send that shit."

   "What're you doing?" Jeffrey rasped into his end of the line the second he picked up. "Freaking out. You'll never believe it." "Webbie call you?" "Fuck you, it was supposed to be a surprise" I faux pouted "Surprise, I already knew? You'll be in New York in a couple weeks, right?" "Yup! I'm so excited. It's a little bit out of my element, but I think it'll be fun." "Look at you. You gonna be staying at Norman's?" "Nah, he's not gonna be home then, he'll still be down there with ya'll." "I know this." "Then why did you ask?"    "Well, because I was planning on staying at Norman's that week and could really use the company." He teased. "Really?" I couldn’t contain the excitement in my voice if I wanted to    "Yeah, it worked out that I'm not gonna be needed that week. I was gonna fly up there to see you but Normskie told me about the contract so we figured you and I could just stay there 'As long as we didn't soil the place', he said" Jeffrey chuckled, probably shaking his head at the thought of his friend. "Yay! Yes! I was actually kinda scared about going by myself" "Well, now you don't have to be. I'll be there to protect you." "My hero" I sang sarcastically, earning me another husky laugh from Jeff.    "I can't wait to see you, love. Been too long." He rasped, voice pitching an octave lower. "It's been two days, babe."    "Yeah, two painstakingly aching days without you. Without your kisses, without your arms, without your smell. I'm craving you, baby girl." his voice was so low now if it got any deeper it would strike oil. "Fucking bitch." I gasped, lightheaded from his words. "Yeah, you are." he chuckled thickly, "My dirty little-" "Fuck you."    "I will, babydoll. Don't worry about that. The moment I see you, Daddy's gonna be buried so deep....Mmmmmm." "Fuck you." I repeated with a added whine, "Why do you do that?"    "What? I'm just communicating my needs to my lovely girlfriend. My lovely, beautiful, sexy, tight, girlfriend." I hissed in response. He giggled, enjoying tortuing me. "I'm gonna wear your ass out when I see you, Mr. Morgan." I hummed. "Not if I wear yours out first, Ms. Ackles."

   The next two weeks seemed to creep by. Even with the insanity that was Gish week, the familiar tasks of going over entries and scoring and tallying and organizing did little to keep my mind from wandering to Jeffrey. The anticipation of seeing him had me missing him even more, especially with the teasing conversations that he had to elicit every time we were on the phone. I swear the man was trying to kill me or something. When the day finally came for him to meet me at the New York airport I tore myself across the over crowded are where I saw him waiting for me with a couple security guards and flung myself at him like a mad woman.    My bags dropped to the ground and and I leaped, full speed, into his open arms. My legs wrapped around his waist and my mouth melted to his so fast I couldn't close my eyes before the stars appeared. He pulled away from my lips to pepper my face in kisses before smothering me against him as he squeezed me, effectively popping several vertebrae in my back.

   "God I missed you, sweetheart," he breathed into my hair, not putting me down as started walking towards the exit, his body guards grabbing my bags. I buried my face into his collar bone and inhaled his intoxicating aroma of cigarettes and cologne as he carried me through the airport, ignoring the multiple flashing cameras as we made our way out.    "That's gonna be on TMZ, ya know. "Kylin Ackles gets carried out of airport like a baby by Jeffrey Dean Morgan"    "Yeah, because the headline is gonna be about you, love." he chuckled as we approached the SUV waiting for us.    "It is. I'm more famous than you, you know." I giggled, scrunching my nose and nuzzling his scruff.    "Yeah, I'm sure you're totally correct on that statement, there,  baby doll." he snorted before sitting me in the back seat. I scooted over so he could join me and close the door.    He instantly ignored the two giants as they crawled into the front seats, pulling me as close to him as possible and shoving his tongue down my throat with an arm snaking around to grasp my ass.    "Jezus, Jeff, let the poor woman breathe!" the one driving, Eddie, teased as we pulled out of the airport    "We're right here, bruh. I love you and all, you my dog, but I ain't tryna see your dick." the passenger, Tyrone, kidded.    I instantly snorted out a laugh against Jeff's mouth, efficiently breaking us apart as my face beamed red.    "Awh, hon, no need for you to be embarrassed, it's Jeffy poo over here that's about to blow his fuckin' load." Eddie joked, eyeing my red complexion in the rear view mirror, "You got that man whipped, girl."    I giggled as Jeff pulled away to glare at the men in the front seat, covering my mouth with my hands as my giggles erupted to full blown uncontainable laughter.    "Oh, so now I got you laughing at me too?" Jeff whined, turning his attention back to me before deepening his drawl, "You're gonna get it, little girl" "Ho-Oh! I bet she could take you." Tyrone bellowed.    "Damn right she can." Jeffrey replied, throwing his arm over my shoulder as he adjusted the leg of his jeans and pulled me into his side. "Jesus Christ, babe. Couthe. Fucking couthe." "I have none." "Obviously."

​   When we arrived at Norman's apartment Jeffrey let us both in with his key and threw our bags behind the door. We slipped off our shoes before scooping me up bridal style and rushing us to our room. I giggled the entire way as Jeffrey once again covered my face and hair and neck in sloppy kisses while squeezing his fingers around his grip on my thighs. He plopped me, literally, onto the bed and I squeaked, bouncing on top of the mattress as he ​threw himself over me with a playful roar.  I tried to scurry my way up towards the head board but he grabbed my ankle and halted me.    "Get over here, little one." he growled, predatory snarl decorating his face as his eyes darkened.    "Make me." I smirked back, murderous smile splayed across my own cheeks. He clicked his tongue against his front teeth, "Wrong answer, baby love."    He yanked my leg and I slipped down the mattress before he grabbed my other ankle and flipped me over onto my stomach. Before I could even register his movement a hand came down over the denim covering my ass with a loud "THWACK!" That caused my whole body to tingle and an embarrassing moan to escape my throat.    "You have been hellish recently, little girl, you know that?" he questioned with a grin, working his shirt over his shoulders as I remained still on the bed, my ass still stinging. "S'part of my charm," I mumbled into the blankets. THWACK!    "Oww! Fuck you!" I jerked my self out of his grip of my ankle and pushed away from him.    "Now, now, Kylin Kay, no need for the language." He cooed darkly, Cheshire smile spreading as his head tilted. "Fuck you, Mr. J." "I will, Ms. Ackles. You bet I fuckin' will." "If I let you."    "What happened to 'wearing me out' hmm? Seems like I'm sticking to my promise."    My eyes narrowed in challenge, my own face tilting quickly to the side as my voice dropped an octave seductively, "Is that what you think, Mr. Morgan?" "Mmmhmmm," He hummed smugly.    "Well, darlin', in my personal opinion," I started, twang thick in my lust as I pulled the tank top I was wearing over my head to toss at him, exposing my lacy black bra I had picked out specifically for this fun, "That you hit like a litty, bitty, bitch." "Big opinion for such a small girl." "The only opinion that counts, though, right, old man?"    Jeffrey snarled again as he leaned over to crawl on the bed, eyes dangerous and hungry. He prowled forward, his body hovering over mine as he peered down at me and licked his lips. Suddenly, one hand wound itself in my hair with a sharp pull, jerking my head upwards towards his face, "The only one who's gonna be a bitch here is you, my little bitch in heat, begging for daddy to fill her up."

   A flood happened somewhere in my panties, and my breath choked as my whole body became sensitive from him scratching his rough beard along the flesh of my neck. A loud, wanton moan filled the room as he ground his hips against mine, denim on denim creating almost painfully needed friction. He moved his hand from my tresses and slithered it to my jaw, thumb brushing across my lips before diving in between my lips forcefully. My tongue, with a mind of its own, instantly wrapped and curled around his digit, sucking it deeper into my mouth. Jeffrey closed his eyes and dug his hardness into me again. Seeing the opportunity, I bit down. Hard.    "Rah! Fucking hell, woman!" Jeffrey road, snatching his hand away from me and sitting up on his thighs, "You wanna play like that, huh? I've got you, now." He backed off of me and moved downward, tugging my shorts off and leaving me in nothing but my panties that matched my bra. Jeffrey groaned at the sight, tongue darting out between his mouth before he secured his bottom lip between his teeth. He ran his hands up my smooth calves to my thighs, eyes never breaking contact with mine. He smoothed his fingertips downward before moving them back to my ankles.    In one swift, unanticipated movement, he twisted my body as he sat down on the bed, spreading me across his lap, my tummy to his thighs.    "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." I griped, fighting against him as he pinned me down with one arm over my back, like you would a child. 

THWACK "Fuck you, Jeffrey!" THWACK "You're still a fucking bitch." THWACK-THWACK-THWACK "Just fucking wait-" THWACK ​"Okay! Okay! Jeezus! I'm fuckin' sorry!"    THWACK, but this time, instead of instantly removing his hand from my cheek, he kept it there, shaking it gently as it absorbed the sting. "What was that, little one?" "I said I was sorry, damn!" "Language, kitten." he rasped and I felt him raise his hand above me again. "YELLOW FUCKING LIGHT JEFFREY."    His whole demeanor changed instantly, hand quickly dropping back down to massage the scarlet painted flesh that was my behind as he leaned forward and hunched over me to kiss my back.​ The tingling sensation that my whole body was experiencing flung me over into hypersensitivity and my eyes rolled back in my head at the feeling of his course hair against my skin. "You okay?" His deep drawl was still lusty, but mixed with concern now. "Yeah," I panted, trying to steady myself. "Fuck" "What do you need, baby girl?"    "You, inside me, now." I groaned, gingerly lifting myself from across his lap to straddle him, raking my manicured nails down his chest "You've got entirely too many clothes on, Mr. J."

"Well take 'em off of me, sweetpea."    I wiggled off of his lap to kneel between his legs where he sat on the bed. My hands moved to finger the button on his jeans, slowly tugging them open and unzipping them. He raised his hips to allow me to pull them off at the same time as his boxers, my mouth instantly watering as his clock flopped free. Naturally, Jeffrey picked up on the needy look in my eyes.    "You wannet, baby?" He rasped, looking down at me through hooded, wanton eyes as he grasped himself and stroked. I licked my lips before moving my eyes from his dick to his face and nodding. "You wannet bad?" he asked again, continuing to stoke himself. I nodded again. "Say it," "I want it." My dialated pupils rose back to his face. "Want what?" he smirked. "Your cock." "Say it." "I want your cock." "Where, baby girl?" he cooed mischievously. "Inside me." I whimpered "What was that?"    "I want your cock inside me, Daddy." Throwing the last word in for good measure.    The growl that emitted from his chest sounded like it came straight from his soul, and he lunged at me from across the sheets. His long arm curled itself around my back and with a snap, my bra came open and he ripped it off my chest, my nipples instantly hardening against the cool air conditioning of the apartment. I didn't have time to shiver before his mouth was attached to my right breast and his other hand moved to massage the left one. I moaned again, grateful for his contact that I had been deprived of for the past two weeks ​    "Jeffrey." I groaned, feeling him dig his hardness into the slick between my thighs, "I need you, baby."    "There it is." He grinned smugly, pride beaming through his irises, "There's my girl." "Fuck, Jeff." "Do you need something, little one?" he cooed sarcastically. "I hate you." I whined.    "Oh, really? Well then I guess I'll..." he trailed off, moving away from me, trying to back off the bed.    "Fucking bitch, I don't think so, mister." I growled, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and pulling him forward. The motion made his hands slip and he landed face first into my panties, "That's more like it." "Oh yeah, you think you deserve my tongue laving at this pussy?" "Yes." "And what have you done to deserve it?" "Put up with your teasin', Mr. Morgan. I deserve a prize." "Tsk tsk, little girl. I don't think you're needy enough." "Jeffrey Dean Morgan." "Mmmm, I like the way you say that"    "If you don't...." I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence as he began to pull my underwear downwards with his teeth.    Once they were off my ankles, he re-positioned himself between my legs and breathed deeply over the bare flesh in front of him, "If I don't what, Darling?" I whined, a pitiful sound that ached down from my very core. Jeffrey smirked that devilish grin of him that further pulled the string holding my composure together. "Get it the fuck together, Kylin. Don't you let him make you beg.'    His hot breath ghosted over my skin beneath his mouth with another deep hum, his tongue gently darting out to graze over the outside of my lips, spreading them just barely. Jeff could visibly see my core contract as my walls clenched around nothingness, physically begging for contact of any kind. Another smirk appeared over his face as he looked down at it with a chuckle, before peering back up to me knowingly.    I whined again but bit my lip, squirming as I tried to buck my hips upward. He held me down still, his arms wrapped under neath my thighs to hold them open. He licked the front of his top teeth hungrily, lust blown pupils boring into me and furthering my torture. 'Don't you fucking do it.' I had to keep telling myself.    An idea came to mind and I executed it before I had time to really think. I swiftly brought my thighs back around his shoulders, gripping him tightly about the neck. His hold on my legs had loosened due to my unexpectedness, and I seized the opportunity to roll us both over and rise to my knees in one fluid motion. I was now, to Jeff's very obvious surprise, holding his body down to the bed with my pussy directly in his face. I reached back, my long hair tickling his stomach, and gripped his cock firmly in my hand before he even registered what had happened. "What in the fuh-" "Eat it, now." I commanded, squeezing at his root.    "Fucking bitch-" Jeffrey growled, and although I couldn't see his face I smirked at the idea that he was rolling his eyes between my legs before diving his tongue deep inside my folds to drink up the wetness like it was the blood of Christ at Easter Mass. ​ ​   "Yeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhsssssss" I wailed as tears pricked my eyes at the sudden relief​ that flowed through me. I eagerly began to rock my hips back and forth, the vibrations of Jeffrey's grunts and groans wrecking my very soul. I gasped, and moaned, and screamed, and cried as his tongue assaulted my clit before dipping and suckling at my entrance. The familiar tightening sensation coiled around my center as the course hairs of Jeffrey's face scratched and scraped against my flesh. His face was soaked with my juices but he never came up for air, instead furrowing his brows as he felt me begin to quiver above him and picking up his pace, his attack brutal and feral as he twisted his tongue against my folds.    I leaned back again and twisted myself, almost uncomfortably, around to be face to face with his cock. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I sunk my throat down over his length, earning me nothing short of what could be described as a scream from Jeffrey against my cunt, followed by his hips bucking upwards to thrust further down my neck twice before I gagged and and tried to pull away. His dick followed my mouth though, and I had to actually push his hips down to pop my lips from his shaft. I chose the opportune time, as well, because as soon as he left my mouth my entire face was coated as nut spurted from his cock. In his reaction he released a feral roar as he dove his tongue as deep as it could possibly dig, his whole mouth enveloping me with hot breath and suction, triggering my own meltdown that made me cry out and shake, my walls clenching down on his tongue trying to hold him in place there forever. The release took over my being, disallowing me to do anything but pant and quiver and whimper. The relaxation slowly turned to over sensitivity and I wretched myself from him and landed face first into the sheets, butt in the air as I wiped of the mess from my face in the process.    My ass was directly in his line of sight where he lay beside me panting, and he couldn't help himself as he raised up and rolled to his side, delivering another violent THWACK to my ass that he used to hoist himself into the sitting position. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I felt like I was dying in a blissful day dream that was way too short lived.    He stood from the bed in front of my head, hand tangling itself in the mess that had became of my hair, and jerked my face up to be eye-level with his softened dick. "Look what you did."    I smirked up at him triumphantly, licking my lips as I shifted my eyes downwards towards his member "You're the one who couldn't handle a little head." ​    I stuck my tongue out and grazed the spent head that still had fluid dribbling out of it. Jeffrey's fingers tightened against my skull, making me open my mouth in a gasp that he took full advantage of. His free hand came to grip the base of his cock as he shoved it past my lips. 

"Suck it. Get it hard again. I'm not done with you yet."    I moaned, eyes rolling up to meet his as I hummed around his flesh and slurped him into my mouth, feeling him growing harder and harder by the second. He pumped into my throat quickly, grunting at my body's willingness to take him.    "That's it, baby girl. Fuck, yes. So good." ​he praised in a rasp, his hand around his root moving into my hair to form a pony tail to pull it away from my face, "Best fucking mouth I've ever had."    Another moan ripped through me, a new coat of wetness slicking my cunt and dripping down onto the sheets as my body shivered with need. I reveled in the feeling of his thickness plunging into my mouth, his pants and grunts above me making my pupils dilate and body tingle.    He pulled my head away from his cock with a loud pop, one hand gripping the base again as he stroked himself gently before untangling the other from my hair, "Turn around, beautiful, hands and knees."    I obeyed silently, body pretty much taken control of itself while my mind was hazy with lust and orgasmic bliss. I let out a surprised squeak when I suddenly felt two of his long, thick digits enter my pussy and his thumb press firmly against my asshole. Before I even had time to react, his other hand came down across my ass one final time, and my second orgasm wrecked through my system so unexpectedly I couldn't even make a noise if I'd tried. My arms buckled and I face planted into the sheets, mouth gaping in a silent scream. I had no time to recover before Jeffrey was behind me, the blunt head of his cock pushing past my quivering entrance as my body tried to suck him in further. "If that's not the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."    "Fuuuuuuhhhhhhkkkkk" I was finally able to get out, my voice broken as pleasure-induced tears streamed down my face.    "Awh, look at my baby girl. Crying for daddy's cock, are you?" He smirked, voice sweet but sarcastic.    Tired of his games and torture, I mustered up the energy some how to lift myself up to my elbows and arch my back before slamming my hips backwards and impaling myself on his dick.    "You fucking dirty little bi-" He started but was cut off by me moving forward and slamming back again. "Filthy fucking-" SLAM "That how you wanna do this, huh?" SLAM "Oh yeah, you wanna take it?" SLAM "I'll make you take it, little girl." SLAM    "Okay, enough of that." He growled, finger tips gripping my hips with bruising strength. He pulled me back roughly and rolled his hips, digging the head of his cock into the opening of my cervix , causing me to cry out again in both pleasure and pain. "Yeah, you like that, baby girl?" he rasped, to which I whined in response. "Huh? Do you?" He panted, pulling out and plunging back in deeply.    "yeh-yeh-yeeeasss, daddy" I cried, my hips instinctively moving in time with his thrusts "That's my good girl."    He began a barrage of hearty thrusts that I kept up with willingly, my hands clutching the sheets for leverage as we rocked back and forth against each other as fast as we could. Need and desire took us both over and we both became blubbering, moaning, wet messes as my slickness coated him as he moved himself in and out of me. Within a matter of minutes I felt the familiar heat spreading through my core as he throbbed inside me, preparing for release.    "You take it so good, baby. I'm gonna come. I need you to come first." He panted, slowing his thrusts as he tried to hang on.    "Nnnnnng, Jeff, I can't...." I could feel the orgasm trying its best to push forward, but it couldn't reach the surface no matter how hard I tried to will it.    "Yes you can, baby doll. Come for me." Jeff soothed, leaning down over my back to snake arms around me and pull me upward to where my back was against his chest. His lips and scuff brushed my skin as he peppered my  neck with kisses and nibbles, teeth grazing and marking what was his. One palm moved to my breast to pull and tease at the nipple as the other one slithered down between my thighs to push against my clit. Within two swirls of his fingertip around the sensitive nub my mind exploded as stars shot across my vision. The dark coil inside me burst once again and I gushed against him as he pushed me back down on to the bed, hands moving to pin me down to the mattress as his thighs straddled me and he jack hammered himself into my heat, chasing his own release with several quick thrusts before ripping himself out of me and spraying all over my body, thick ropes reaching across my ass and back all the way up to my shoulders with it's intensity. The guttural sound that emanated from his vocal chords shook me through and finalized both of our releases.    His body instantly collapsed beside me on the sweat-and-whatever-else-soaked sheets. "Jesus fucking Christ." "Mhmmm," I hummed contently, eyes still closed, "promise completed."    "Yes fuckin' 'mam!" he breathed with a chuckle, peaking one eye open to look at my disheveled state at the same time I did the same. 

​   After cleaning up and taking a small nap, Jeffrey and I lounged around Norman's penthouse ​for the rest of the evening, ordering pizza and finding something to watch on TV. It was nice and relaxing, being able to sprawl out across the couch with my feet in his lap, him smiling at me with that cheeky grin of his as he tickled my toes. We eventually dug around and found norman's stash, Jeffrey rolling a joint and us sharing it on the patio balcony, gazing down at the busy streets of New York. ​   "You nervous about the meeting tomorrow?" Jeffrey asked as he lit a cigarette between his lips and passing the pack to me.    "Hmmm, I'm not sure." I said, taking one out and lighting it, "I guess I am. I've never done anything like this before, but you being here is helping me chill out."

"Good, I'm glad. S'kinda my goal."     I smiled at him, leaning over the railing as my eyes drifted among the lights as I took an inhale off the cigarette between my fingers. "Watcha thinkin' bout, princess." "Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just at peace for a moment, ya know?"    "Hmm, I think I do." He moved behind me, chest against my back and hands on either side of mine against the railing. I savored the feeling of having him around me as he nuzzled his nose into my hair and kissed my shoulder. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as I took another drag of cancer.    "It's crazy to think my life was nothing like this a year ago." I sighed contently, enjoying the rapture, "Thank you, Jeffrey." "For what?"    "Supporting me...pushing me...being there for me....putting up with me." I snorted at the last part.    Jeffrey snorted too, kissing the crown of my head before bringing his cigarette to his lips, "Anytime, Sweetheart." 

   The next morning came too soon, my body tired and sore and worn out from the previous days excitement. I groaned in protest when my alarm went off, throwing my arm over Jeffrey's back as I snuggled into his side as he quieted my phone for me.    "Come on, babe, nope, gotta get up." he gruffed, voice thick and raspy from sleep. "Fuck you. Make me coffee." I grunted. "Too early in the morning to deal with your sass, little one."    "Too early in the morning to be alive, old man" I shot back, pulling myself away from his warmth to drag myself into the connected bathroom and start the shower, "You better bring me fucking coffee!"    "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you, you fuckin' brat." I heard him shout through the door. 

   Of course he had my coffee made exactly the way I liked it on the nightstand when I exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, my clothes laid out that I had told him I wanted to wear, and a joint rolled and ready to be lit. I smiled at my man sweetly as I watched him pull a white t-shirt over his shoulders and down around his torso. He had already put on my favorite black jeans of his and I couldn't help but lick my lips at how lucky I had gotten to find such a wonderful human being.    "You're too sweet to me, Mr. J." I blushed as I dropped the towel from under my arms and picked up my coffee mug, him turning to burn his eyes over my flesh as I took a sip of the warm caffeinated liquid.

   He chuckled, licking his teeth again as he drug his lids upward across my body to reach my face, "You're the one who looks like candy, darlin'."    I sat the coffee cup back down and picked up the joint, tossing it to him with the lighter as I began to dress. He lit it as he watched me pull my underwear and bra on, passing it to me as I sauntered over to stand between his legs where he sat on the edge of the bed. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to cup my ass cheeks with his hands, drawing me closer to him as he nuzzled his nose in between my cleavage and jokingly making the motor boat noise. "You're a dork." I choked, my laughter causing the smoke to irritate my lungs    "Am not." he protested, squeezing my ass cheeks before giving the tender skin a playful smack, earning him a yelp of discomfort from me.    "Sorry," he chuckled, massaging the skin tenderly, receiving a hum from me in response. 

   I was sitting in a large conference room waiting on the production team of the music video, as well as Cardi, the artist, sipping on the coffee the assistant had brought me when my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. 'I know you're in NYC, it was so great to see you again, Kylin. I hope your meeting goes well.'    I hissed as I read the message, instantly knowing where it came from 'how did he get this number? how does he know where I am? The pictures, dumb ass, the fucking pictures from the airport. Fucking hell. When will this end?'    I was distracted from my thoughts as the door swung open and several men in dress shirts entered followed by the artist herself. I stood​ up, smoothing my shirt out nervously as the group approached with smiles.    "Kylin! Thank you for coming! I'm Perf, the director, and these are my assistants, and of course, this is Ms. Cardi." The first man greeted, bright smile contrasting greatly against his chocolate skin 

   "Ayeeee! Oh my god it is so great to meet you, girl!" Cardi beamed, pushing past the group of men to engulf me in an unexpected hug    "Oh! Uh, It's great to meet you too, 'mam!" I replied, wrapping my arms gingerly around her nervously.    "None of that 'mam' bull shit, ya hear me?! We all hoes here! Ha!" She laughed, sticking her tongue out, making us all laugh and my nerves ease. 

   We all took a chair around the conference table, Cardi sitting directly beside me and grasping my hands in my lap fondly. I smiled at her and she squealed, obviously excited for this meeting.    "So we have a concept for the video, and we think your talent will fit perfectly into it." He started, pulling out a few concept sketches.    I peered down at them as he slid them over to me and Cardi, her long nails pulling them closer to us as Perf pulled out his phone and let me listen to the song. Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to" These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look I don't dance now, I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves    The song continued, my head nodding to the sound of the beat as my head whirled with ideas and inspiration. I looked to Cardi, who had a huge smile across her face as she watched my reaction.    The music ended and she looked at me with a squeal, "So?! It's fucking poppin', right?"    "I'm excited for sure. Is there any choreography that I need to learn before hand or is it just basically all gonna be freestyle?" I asked, looking to Perf.    "You have free reign, basically, it's all gonna be in slow motion, so we don't have anything specific that we need you to do, just be sexy."    "Which can't be hard for you to do." Cardi cut in, bright smile still prevalent as she saw the blush creep over my face, "Oh don't start that shit with me, gurrrrl, I seen who you're fuckin'. That nigga too foine"    My eyes almost popped out my skull at her words, face burning impossibly hotter. "Uh- Ha. I'll be sure to let him know, ha ha."    "We should do dinner this week! Get to know each otha better, and you gotta introduce me to him!" She practically begged, pulling my hands into her lap again as she squeezed them, “And then of course the wrap party!” 'How is this my fucking life.'    "Um, sure. I'm sure that can be arranged. Um, here, uh, if you put your number in my phone I can let you know when?" I pulled my phone out of my bag and handed it to her once I unlocked it and opened the contact add. She input her information and then pushed the selfie button for a picture, focusing us both in the shot. We made funny faces at each other and then she added it to her contact, sending herself a text from my phone.    The meeting finished up quickly after that, them giving met he schedule of when they would need me on set and where to go and all of that, it would be a quick 3 days of getting a few shots for me and then I would be on my way back to Vancouver by the end of the week. 

   The idea of Anthony knowing where I was bugged the hell out of me all the way back to Norman’s apartment. My paranoia further increased when I could help but feel like someone was watching me as I exited the car and made my way up to the door. I rushed inside, slamming the wood behind me and instantly locking the dead bolts as fast as I could.

   “You okay, doll?” Jeffrey asked, walking towards the entrance when he heard me come in. 

   “He knows I’m here.” I whispered, turning around slowly and pressing my back against the door, “Feels like someone’s followed me.”

His eyes instantly darkened as his brow furrowed, “What do you mean?”

   I sighed as I stepped away and walked towards him, pulling my phone out and opening the text message to show him. He read over it and his knuckles whitened around the device, threatening to crack the screen under his strength.

   “I’m going to deal with this. Soon.” He growled, arms folding protectively around my shoulders as he pulled me to his chest, “He’s not getting to you again, baby girl. Trust me.” 

   I nodded as I leaned into him, fighting the scared tears that attempted to work their way over my eyelids. My arms circled around his waist, squeezing the comfort he brought into me the best I could.

   He lead me into the kitchen where he lifted me onto one of the bar stools, leaving me there to pull open one of the drawers and extract a freshly rolled joint. He placed it in front of me on the bar counter with a lighter, which I quickly grabbed and held to my lips. With a wink from him I flicked the lighter as he turned back around to pull a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet with two glasses. 

   I passed the spliff to him as he moved my drink in front of me, replacing one for the other in my hand. I swallowed the amber liquid quickly, fighting the burn of the strong liquor as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as he chuckled.

“I love you, Ky.”

I smiled at him, “I love you too, handsome. Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“Anytime, Sweetheart.”

   Jeffrey ordered me security personnel for the rest of the week to escort me back and forth from rehearsal while I shot the few parts that were needed. Cardi herself had excellent security and once Jeffrey had explained to her the gist of the situation over dinner, she even made sure to order her own body guards to keep an eye on me too while we were around each other. Dinner with her was hilarious, she kept Jeff rolling the entire time with her bluntness and jokes, and we received several dirty looks from big wigs in Armani suits over our whoops and hollers. 

   Filming went fantastic, the director, Perf, loving everything that I was doing with the parts asked of me. Me flipping up side down and spinning around on a gold pole that apparently would appear to be on fire once editing was done, and of course the basic ‘sitting around a table with a guy with a lot of money’ shot. Cardi and the rest of the crew members constantly kept everything entertaining, though, and I felt like it was basically the same atmosphere as on set with my brothers. 

   We were at a loud New York nightclub for the wrap party taking up the whole VIP section with the group of people that followed Cardi around, having drink sand having fun for her last night in the city before she few out the next day. I wasn’t scheduled to return to Vancouver until 2 days later, in time to be back to work on Monday.

   “Come with me to the bathroom, girl, I don’t know if I can’ make it on my own!” Cardi hollered over the loud music, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with her. I gave Jeff a quick kiss on the cheek before following her in the direction of the lady’s room. A body guard went to follow us but Cardi waved them off, saying that the bathroom was close and we needed a ‘girl moment.’

   When we reached the private bathroom she immediately pulled me into the stall with her, shushing me when i made a surprised squeak

   “Shhhh, girl, do you do coke?” she asked, digging through her bag and finding a small blue baggie.

“Uh, I mean, I used to, I haven’t in a while, though.”

“You want some?” She held her long acrylic powder filled pinky nail towards me.

   “Um, no, not right now. I’ve never done it around Jeff and I really have never even talked to him about it. I wouldn’t be able to hide it from him.”

   “No problem, girl, I gotchu.” She raised her finger to her own nose with a deep snort, inhaling the drug with ease.  “Here, take this, talk to him about it when you get home tonight. Maybe he’ll do it with you and ya’ll can have some nasty fun.” She giggled and stuck her tongue out at me, causing me to shake my head and laugh as I took the baggie from her.

   “Girl, I’ll definitely let you know how this goes.” I shoved the plastic bag in a zipper compartment of my purse for safe keeping. 

   We washed our hands and were making our way back to the table when I felt firm fingers grip my bicep tightly. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as the familiar feeling of slime coated my entire body. I was jerked backward, pulling my hand out of Cardi’s that I had been holding.

   “What the fuh- Who the fuck are you?” She demanded, flinging herself around and grabbing my hand again before I had a chance to even look up at my attacker, even though I already knew who it was. 

   Anthony didn’t let go either, though, and for a moment they played a small tug of war with me as I attempted to pull away from his grasp, “Let me the fuck go, Anthony!” 

   “KENDRICK!” Cardi screamed, still not letting go of my wrist as she alerted the security guard. 

   The scene didn’t last long, or at least it didn’t feel like it did, because before I knew what happened 2 very large men ripped Cardi and I away from Anthony and thrown into Jeffrey’s arms. He caught the both of us, arms around our waists as he pulled us away from the commotion

   “What the fuck! Drag is ass, Ken! Now!” Cardi screeched, tears pricking her eyes in anger as Jeffrey held her back from charging forward.

   “They’ve got em, girl, come on,” Jeffrey pulled her back into the circle of safety that had crowded around us to escort us out the building quickly. I didn’t turn around to see what the two men had done with Anthony.

   “Was that the reason you needed security?” Cardi asked, catching her breath as we stood outside and waited for the valet to bring our cars around. I was clinging to Jeff, fighting back tears as my heart thudded in my chest. Jeffrey’s arms were curled around me protectively, and I felt his head nod against where he had it rested on the top of mine. 

   She nodded her own head in understanding, pursing her lips in discontent, as she rubbed my arm up and down, “Well, he’s gonna get his shit dragged around The Bronx for a little bit in the trunk, then Kendrick and Callem will make sure he knows not to fuck with any of my friends.” 

I smiled as I sniffled, side of my face pressed against Jeff’s chest, “Thanks, girl.” 

“I gotchu.”

   Something deep down in my gut told met hat this wasn’t the last I’d see of Anthony, though.

   “Are you okay?” Jeffrey asked as we sat in the back of the SUV on the way back to Norman’s apartment.

   “Not really. Just kinda wanna forget.” I replied honestly, pushing myself closer  into Jeffrey’s side.

   “I’ll get a nice bath drawn when we get back, pour some wine, get you out of those uncomfortable shoes and that makeup off your face.”

“Sounds like heaven, Thank you, Jeffrey.” I cooed, loving that idea.

“Anytime, Sweetheart.”

   “So, Cardi gave me some...party favors...” I began, shifting through my purse as Jeff ran the bathwater into the over-sized Jacuzzi tub. 

“Oh yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow, “What kind of ‘party favors’?”

“Um, the nose candy kind?” I answered, revealing the small baggie in my hand.

   Both of Jeffrey’s eyebrows shot up as he raised himself to his full height from where he had been bent down by the water, “Oh yeah? I haven’t partied like that in years.”

   “Me either.” I chuckled, flicking the bag a couple of times to settle the contents at the bottom, “It’s not a lot, but should be enough for a little...” I trailed off realizing how close Jeff was standing to me, his arms boxing me in against the counter as I looked up into his chocolate eyes.

   “Fun?” He finished my sentence for me, hunger taking over his already dark irises.

   “Yeah....fun.” I breathed before he lowered his mouth to mine to tug on my bottom lip.

“Well, than, sugar, let’s have some fun...”

Part Nineteen (MID-SERIES FINALE) released 9/25/2017