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juniebjoneswrites · 4 years ago

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Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Hey Harry? (6)

On this particularly nice evening I drove up to the station to see Seb. The sun will be setting soon meaning the golden hour before a lovely cotton-candy-like sunset is soon upon us, and my depressed ass wasn’t going to miss my chance for a moment of calmness. My car tire hits one of the big potholes and I curse this place for its dismissiveness of vehicle safety and my wallet. Getting out I see Seb inside filling the candy at the counter. I pull my supplies from my trunk and place the chairs near the door under the lotto sign. As I open the beach umbrella I hear a car pull up to a pump; I look to see if they need help but it seems they’re competent so I focus back on the task at hand.

“June, dear, what are you doing?”

“Ah yes, Sebastian, thank you for joining me here today,” I drag the cooler from my back seat and place it in front of the umbrella, between the chairs. “You see tonight is supposed to be a very special night,” I sit in one of the chairs and crack open a soda. Seb waits for me to finish but picks up a drink and takes a seat anyway. “It’s the night before summer.” I toast him.

He chuckles and sips his lemonade. “You know you could have bought these here and given the store money,”

“Where else would I have gotten them?” I tsk. “I bought them before closing last night.” We wave as the gas pumper drives off, then sit in silence for many moments while the golden sun creeps up on us. The rattling in my chest has turned into the slow drip of an hourglass. I’m not sure how much time it has given me but I’m determined to use every last grain.

“I am very proud of you and your friends, you know,” he says. “He was a good man.” My eyes are closed and I stay in this moment a little longer before responding.

“Thank you, Seb. He was.” We sit in silence again as I watch the waves roll softly in.

Moments before a black Range Rover drives up, Seb goes inside. Too much time spent in the sun thinking of loss can turn a person away. So he goes back into the cool shop where he can look at a picture of his wife and be distracted by a game show. The man waves, putting the nozzle in the tank and walking over.

“Yeah no, you really shouldn’t leave it like that,” I call. I hold my hand above my eyes, shielding the sun.

He turns back to the car and then back to me, “Eh, I think it’s probably okay,”

Why am I always telling this man what to do? “Ah,” I say when he’s in front of me, “It’s you,”

He laughs, “I hope that’s okay.”

I just shrug and offer him the other beach chair. “Unless it’s you know, not up to your standards,” He raises an eyebrow in defiance and takes a seat. I open the cooler and he picks out water. Boring. “I hope you at least turned it off,” I motion toward his car.

“Of course,” he holds up his keys. I’m taking a drink but I give an enthusiastic thumbs up for a job well done. “You seem better than the last time I saw you,” he says carefully.

“Yeah, well. Time heals all wounds,” I look back at the sea and play with the latch on the cooler. “That’s what they say at least,” I take another drink. He doesn’t say anything, and we spend a moment in silence. I wonder what L’s he might be remembering. His pump stops and I instinctively stand to take care of it. He catches my arm before I get far.

“I got it,” he states.

“We offer assistance to those clients who,” I pause for effect, “Need it,” I give a small but reassuring pout and rub his forearm. “And, well, seeing as how you left your pump unsupervised one can only assume this may be new to you,”

“Mm,” He hums, “Then by all means,” he steps out of the way and allows me to pass.

“Thank you,” I say courteously. I return the nozzle and cap his tank, closing the latch. To drag it out I take the squeegee from its holder and wash his window as well, making sure to get his lights. Then remembering this is a very expensive car, I pray I didn’t ruin anything by doing that. Putting the squeegee away I make a quick glance at him, he isn't angry so I let out the breath I've been holding. “Well there you are,” I say, trying to Vannah White his car but probably looking more like Will and Jada Picekett Smith at the red carpet.

“You’re very good at your job,”

“Well, to be fair, it is not hard,”

I stand near his driver side mirror as he walks closer. “Why don’t you get one that’s more challenging?” His question sounds sincere but playful. “I already have that,” I counter. And I do, but it doesn’t pay well. Or at all. He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow questioningly. “Maybe I’m a hitman?” A lie too close to the truth. “Or maybe I’m not. You know I can’t really talk about it,” I give a defeated shrug.

“I suppose that’s not something one should reveal. But a very interesting secret indeed,” his eyes are too green, too intense. I fold under their weight so I refocus my energy. I look back at the sun giving me peak golden hour vibes, I smile and release some tension. “You like watching the sunset?” he asks.

“I do, I came up here for it,”

He frowns, “I don’t want to stop you enjoying it,” he turns slightly, giving me an exit that I take.

I smile at him and continue on my way. I get a few steps and almost turn but I hear his door open and close. His car starts driving as I get to the chairs; I go to wave but he’s gone.

“Okay, then,” I grumble and grab a book from my bag.

“You know he dies at the end?” He calls a few moments later.

I throw my arms up then slam the book shut. “Why?” I ask incredulously. “You were gone, you should have stayed gone,” his head dips as he laughs. “And a little rude without a thank you or goodbye, might I add,” I throw the ruined book back in my bag.

“I like the dramatics a little,” He takes the other chair again. “I think this would be nicer on the beach, yeah?”

A small shiver runs through me, “Yeah,” I manage out. We grab everything and take it down. As I set it up he disappears back up to the station, probably securing his car. I take that moment to enjoy the silence and the secret between Elijah, the Ocean, and I. If the three of us can work together we can make retribution happen. But for now I watch the pink and peach sky marry the water in a beautiful matrimony.

A can opening pulls me back as Harry hands me a beer. A beer? A gas station beer. I look at him confused. I make direct eye contact with his “You Booze You Lose” tattoo and give a small laugh.

“I thought it was the right occasion,” he sounds a little disheartened as he brings the can back to him.

I quickly grab it, “Thank you,” I rush out, not trying to seem ungrateful. “Thanks.” I take a drink. “Wait, what’s the occasion? The sunset?”

He looks instantly uncomfortable as if maybe this was all a bad idea. “Your friend, Seb, said it's the night before summer,” I nodded. “And that it's… also.. Uh,”

“Eli’s birthday,” I sit back in the chair and take another drink. I didn’t think he’d remember. That old man is full of surprises.

“Sorry,” he slides in the chair, still stiff and uncertain.

“Thank you for this,” I smile at him, making both of us more at ease. Funny to me that he’d be the nervous one.

We watch the sunset with easy conversation and laughs. It lights us up and gives our bodies warmth like we're old friends. I thank it in my mind, and I thank Seb for his words, I thank this beer for warming my mind, I thank Harry’s voice for it’s steadiness, I thank the waves. I watch him talk, a little rose tint to his cheeks, his dimples forming with smiles, he's happy and animated. I haven’t been his kind of carefree for a long time. The cold in the pit of my stomach threatens to ice over so I take another sip, and another, and another. I imagine my cheeks match his now. I rest my head back on the seat and for a time I don’t feel the coldness. He stops talking so I lazily turn to him. His smile reaches his eyes with curiosity so I have to admit that I may have drifted off in my own mind.

He laughs lightly and pats my hand, “It’s okay, June.”

The sun has left us, replaced by the moon. There’s no fire to keep us warm this time, no dancing or singing, no other friends. But there is a plan now. I stare back at the moon and dare it to tell me not to, naturally it doesn’t. It will keep my secrets.

“Hey Harry?”

“Mm?”

“Should we run tomorrow?

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veronicasegovia-blog1 · 6 years ago

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i’m finally able to post an intro. but won’t be able to stay long, bad head day. i’m going to get up early tomorrow and respond to messages(or i’ll message people on discord) and queue replies so yeesss. i’m cat! i look like i might be cool with my han solo, leia, s.s. georgia tattoos. but’s all a lie. i’m not cool. at all. this post isn’t about me though i just wanted to talk about some of my tattoos for a min. here’s my daughter.

— did you hear who just got out of quarantine? It’s VERONICA SEGOVIA? she's our DANIELLA PINEADE lookalike from MEXICO CITY. she’s THIRTY-THREE years old and a former PEDIATRICIAN. people think she’s STUBBORN and BLUNT, but she’s also RESOURCEFUL and PROTECTIVE.*gabriel's ex fiancee connection

TW DEATH MENTION

veronica jada segovia -- known to few, like family and close friends as vero -- is the only daughter of a short lived fling. her father was twenty-five when she was born and her mother twenty, feeling she was too young to be a mom vero’s mom bowed out three months in. because of it vero grew up being really close to her dad, everyone dubbed her his mini me. her dad was a cook in a restaurant owned by a couple that spoiled her as if she was their granddaughter. growing up was normal enough, she’d have her teenage rebellion moments but for she was a good kid for the most part. she always knew she wanted to be a doctor of some sort, it was only after her aunt had her own daughter that vero treated like a little sister when vero was sixteen that she started thinking pediatrician. she knew it was going to be a long road to a degree so she started online college courses at seventeen. everything was close to perfect at twenty-one. she had completed her requirements for graduating ungrad and was well on her way to medical school and she was in love with her childhood sweetheart. gabriel garcia had straightened out his life and wandered back into hers. and she knew it was love and not just some stupid feeling that could be mistaken for infatuation. that’s why it hurt so much when he was gone again within two years. she was furious, she was depressed, and she felt a certain level of betrayal with what had happened. leaving him hurt her but she couldn’t sit there and watch waste away before her eyes.

five year time skip. she finished her time with school she found an office and everything’s pretty much the way she feels it should be until the reports started pouring in. she called her father with no answer. she called her aunt who spoke gibberish for the most part, she only got fragments of it ‘dead’ ‘attack’ then the clearest thought that she wasn’t going to let her daughter become one of those things. asking what she meant repeatedly she was met with a click of the phone, and with careful maneuvering she was able to get the house and see what her aunt had meant for herself. her world seemed to go black everything had lost it’s sound but it was still deafening.

it took her a week to gather herself and get out of the house, two weeks to get away from mexico city, and then it was another two months before she was out of mexico. she just kept moving, she didn’t stay in the same place more than a week, and she never NEVER grouped up with anyone. it was by chance she heard someone bring up fortuna to their companion as she hid. and it was by weariness and maybe just missing some sense of protection that her feet began moving her in the direction of it.

so i’m going to say she’s been here for a handful of days, after clearing quarantine she probably just passed out somewhere for a bit. now she’s just going to be slightly on edge and maybe just a little distrusting of others.

before the world ended she was a small spitfire of a woman, both sharp and smart she never really got the practice of ‘a woman should be seen not heard’. she’d do anything for her family and the ones she loved. was almost always smiling and making a joke of some sort. she learned english from her classes and from her time at the restaurant. my brain is shutting down... i need sleep... =,= i’ll probably reread this later and tweak it too.

#fortunaintro

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sawthingsiimagined · 8 years ago

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A New Me - 2

We Can’t Be Friends

JACE

It felt like old times. I was so happy. Here we are again at a Diner the night before I open for the musical sensation Miguel. It was reminiscent of the night I shared the first time I met my crew the night before our first show with the superstar pop group SASSY. This time I knew most of the crew and over the last 2 days had grown to enjoy the new additions. I was both nervous and excited about opening for Miguel. I had grown to love his music a couple of years back and won’t lie, his music made me think sexual thoughts. I was anxious to see him perform his music live and prayed that my set was impressive to the fans since I would be the first act they would experience the night of his show. Talking to my grandad, the Bishop, and my parents back home reassured me that things would be fine. They informed me that they wouldn’t be able to attend the first show, as they did when Jada and I performed our first show on the SASSY tour but the assured me they would attend a show soon. I understood because Jada was currently dealing with her pregnancy news and grandpa was still recovering from his heart attack.

The seating chart at the table reminded me so much of the night I joined my crew at the diner and had my first drink, as well as first drunken night. I didn’t plan to get as drunk as I did that time but I was definitely planning on celebrating. My music was great, the show was going to be great, I felt great and I looked great. I was growing more confident being alone on the road without my sister. This solo gig may just work in my favor. I was wearing some grey-washed, skinny jean shorts with an oversized marble colored tank top and some white Yeezy Boosts. I had cut the sides of my hair and let the top grow back out longer than my previous haircut. My hair was in a slick man-bun and I was definitely feeling myself. Beside me was TJ, my bro who was currently drunk and talking loud as ever, on the other side of me was my new assistant Ashley, Mona’s niece who was a gorgeous girl with squinty eyes, soft copper skin tone and a stylish short hairstyle. She was a little tomboyish but in a very chic way that accented her shape and feminine features. Also at the table was my new stylist, Bryson a very attractive guy with a weird sense of fashion. He had about 6 piercings and tattoos along his neck and the sleeve of his arm. He was Dominican and bilingual, rocking a goatee with a mustache that complimented his full pink lips and slick bald head that made him look like a trendsetter. I was excited to learn a lot from him about being myself and embracing who I really was. The band also came to dine with me and across from me was...him. Demarion really knocked the wind out of me in ways I couldn’t prepare for me. A part of me wishes I would have suggested more ladies be a part of the crew. All of these males working for me really played with my imagination especially since they behaved as if they were indebted to me. Still, no one mattered on this crew like Demarion did. He was wearing a vintage, navy Atlanta Braves baseball jersey which he left the top four buttons unbuttoned to expose his chest and top set of abs. He also was wearing a fitted cap that covered his eyes, although I could still see them. We made a lot of eye contact sitting at the table. He had grown a beard since we started rehearsing for the new tour. It was something about the jet black color of the hair on his face that contrasted against his chocolate colored skin that made me want to risk it all. At this point, I had admitted that I was VERY attracted to him. I still hadn’t identified with gay, bi or curious. I wasn’t quite aware what each label meant and didn’t want to disrespect either group until I gained proper knowledge. As far as I was concerned I didn’t need a label to tell me that I wanted him. After 2 shots and 2 rounds of 1800 Tequila and pineapple juice, I felt I not only wanted him but I needed him.

We finished our meals and I paid everyone’s tab thanking them for all of the hard work that I trusted that would deliver for the tour. Everyone jumped in the Mercedes Sprinter that was loaned to us by Miguel so we could all travel together around the city. No sooner as we pulled away from the diner everyone dozed off. The alcohol was definitely was working on us. I fought hard to stay awake. Demarion sat in front of me I noticed that he was still awake so I shot him a text message. I changed my name in his phone so no one would know who he was texting if they happened to see his phone. My name his phone was Dream. His name in my phone was an emoji of the snare drum.

MY TEXT : “My room or yours? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. I’m anxious”

I saw him jump as he felt his phone vibrate. It was so cute to see him speedily reply after he knew it was me.

DEMARION’S TEXT: “I’ll come to your room. I didn’t clean up haha”

It’s funny that we text ‘lol’ and ‘haha’ and don’t be laughing. I didn’t even see him laugh but I understood. He lived out of suitcase and usually had clothing items thrown all over his hotel room.

MY TEXT: “Thanks my friend”

I noticed he titled his head to the side and stared into space. I checked my message to see if I said something wrong. I didn’t see an error.

The sprinter pulled into the hotel and once parked everyone immediately piled out, Demarion leading the way. Before I could step out the door closed in front of me also slamming on my leg. I looked through the window and saw Demarion talking to Walter, our driver/audio guy. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I was about to get annoyed because I figured they forgot about me and I just bought all of them food. I was too drunk for the shenanigans. I suddenly noticed Demarion hopping in the front seat and cranking up the ignition.

“Um.. excuse me. Where are we going?” I said with a confused attitude.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror with a serious face.

“I want to take my Friend somewhere is that cool,” he replied with a flat tone.

“Man I didn’t mean anything by that,” I said noticing that’s what offended him about my text. I sat back in my seat and he pulled into traffic. We road in silence for about 15 minutes until we pulled into the loading dock of the auditorium where we’d be performing tomorrow. I was confused. The place was a ghost town. The trucks that carried our tour gear were parked outside but everyone had retreated to the hotel for the night. Demarion parked and jumped out the car. I sat up waiting to see what he was about to do. He opened the back door and climbed inside.

“Scoot over,” he said.

Without putting up a fuss I obliged but I’d be the one with the next demand.

“What are we doing. I thought we were going to go to bed in my room. No one..,” I said before he broke my next statement with a kiss. He thrust his tongue into my mouth. He slightly broke the kiss and begin talking to me in begin kisses.

“You were right. A pretty boy like you has probably had experiences kissing your friends. That’s all we’ve done is share a kiss. But I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be your man. So I wanted to show you the difference real quick. If you let me,” he said in a low whisper tone. It felt like we were in a movie. I was speechless. I could still taste the alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking Hennesy but Demarion never seemed to be drunk so I knew he wasn’t in this moment. He was fully functioning.

I reached in and kissed him deeply. As if he didn’t like it, he pushed me on my back causing me to lay on the seat. He lifted my legs and reached for the button and zipper of my shorts.

OMG! I was not ready for this. I’m not going to lie, I wanted him but I was a virgin and I’ve never expressed that to him. I had never been with a guy or girl but I knew what sex with both parties entailed. I was not ready. However, for some reason, I couldn’t put up much of a fight. I let him pull down my shorts followed by navy blue H&M boxer briefs. He reached down and kissed me.

“Demarion,” I said with my hands on his chest, “I’ve never done this before.”

“So. Neither have I. But I want to with you. Bad,” he said with an evil grin that lit my insides on fire. I don’t know how to do anything but I was going to figure it out.

He began kissing me on my neck and lifted my tank making a trail with his tongue down to my belly button. I squirmed trying not to make any noises. In all of my years, I had never been touched like this. My private area was hard as a brick. I had never been harder. Before I knew it, he grabbed my thighs from underneath, pulling my knees apart. He lifted my legs high and I clenched my eyes shut to prepare for what I expected to be painful. However, I remembered he still had his jeans on. Next thing I knew he buried his head in between my legs using his tongue to spread my cheeks apart. Afterward, I completely understood what Jhene Aiko meant when she said: “eat the booty like groceries”. At this point, I could no longer hold in my moan. I breathed heavy and let out a moan. That made him go crazy. He started using his tongue faster. I grabbed my privacy to keep it from hitting him on the top of his head. I could no longer feel my toes. He slapped my hands down so they would fall beside me. Without letting up, he started stroking my manhood, slowly and I knew then that I wouldn’t survive the night. No one had EVER touched that area besides me and my mom when she changed my diaper as a baby. I breathed harder and harder trying to contain myself. I felt myself about to climax but I tried to avoid it so I wouldn’t spill my liquid on him. That would be weird. He made the mistake by talking.

“Your friends do this shit to you? Huh? ” he asked him between strokes of his tongue and hand.

I tried to answer but words wouldn’t leave my throat.

“So you gonna let me be your man Jace? You gonna let a nigga be your man baby?” he asked a little more aggressive and louder than the last question.

I managed to find words. “Yea MAN!” I screamed. Before I knew it I climaxed, shooting my load onto the top of his Nike fitted cap and on his hand. I immediately felt embarrassed I had never climaxed so hard. I start shaking involuntarily and he pulled up and leaned down burying his face in my neck while I grabbed on to him.

“You like that? I ain’t your friend. I’m your man. You got that?” he asked.

Exasperated I answered “Yes.”

He laid on top of me for a few minutes and I felt tears swell in my eye. What did this mean? My heart was beating fast and all I wanted to do was lay here all night. I knew that we would have to leave but I felt something deep for this guy. What should I do? We sat at the arena another hour and he told me how infatuated he was with me and how he wanted to protect me and be the man of my dreams. Only thing is that I never really dreamed of a man but I told him we could attempt to try this together. He would be my first. My first sexual encounter, first boyfriend and possibly first love. I was terrified.

“Oh and I’m sorry for cursing. I know you don’t like that. But just had to let you know I ain’t your lil’ friend,” he said. We both burst into laughter.

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We Can’t Be Friends

JADA

It was rather ironic that I was sitting at the airport gate waiting for my flight to board and listening to Adele belt her hit song “Hello”. I was headed to surprise Jace for his first show. I told him that wouldn’t be able to make it because of pregnancy issues but I really wanted to be there for my brother. Besides, the only pregnancy issue I was having is that I didn’t know who the baby’s daddy was. I texted Ernest earlier that day and he agreed to meet me back in Augusta at the end of the week. He seemed to be rather calm about the whole ordeal which caught me off guard because he never expressed interest in me besides my legs being wrapped around his waist.

I watched the people deboard the plane that I was about to get on. Luckily the flight was not delayed. I caught Spirit flight for cheap and every knows Spirit is notorious for cancellations and delays. I had just realized that I had Adele’s song on repeat when I heard her sing the intro to “Hello” for the third time. It was at that moment that I noticed him. Q walked off the plane. My heart fell to my feet. He didn’t notice me. I really wasn’t 100% sure that it was him but I gathered my things to get a closer look. He was wearing a gray bomber jacket with gray joggers. He looked rather normal. His sunglasses gave me the impression that he was incognito and I didn’t see anyone with him. I started to second guess myself even more as I followed him closely a few feet away from the gate. I was a silly hoe but not a stupid hoe. I know who I gapped these legs open for. I may don't know his mom’s name but I knew what he looked like.

I decided to tap him on the shoulder when I was a few inches away from him. Startled he turned around with a frown on his face. It quickly softens when he recognized me.

“Jada!” he said loudly as if he had seen a ghost. He grabbed my hands and I pulled away. He could tell I was upset.

“Let me explain,” he said.

“You have 5 minutes because my plane is leaving,” I said with my hand on my hip and the neck roll of every woman on Love and Hip Hop when they do their confessional interviews.

“I’ve been calling you. I told Jace to let you know,” he said.

“You what? Wait. You talked to Jace?” I asked.

“Yes briefly. Look do you trust me?” he asked.

“HELL NO NIGGA! HELL YOU MEAN?” I shrieked. I was almost embarrassed at my reaction but this boy almost had me killed and then went ghost on me and now I may be pregnant with his baby. What is trust?

“Look come with me. Where are you going? I can get you another flight,” he pleaded. I could tell by his eyes that he was desperate. I looked back at my gate watching passengers board and without thinking it through I waved my hand in the direction he was headed to signal that I would go with him. I take it back. I am a stupid hoe.

We go to the pickup area and I notice one of his crew members standing outside of a black truck. We both get inside. Once we were inside he reached over and hugged me and I begin hitting at him. Tears filled my eyes. He grabbed my hands.

“Baby! I’m sorry,” he said. “There is so much that happened. There’s so much I didn’t want to introduce you to so fast dealing with me. Look I’m not these other rap niggas out here. I’m street. Real street. So you have to understand, these clothes, my jewelry, and these cars.... that’s the most glamorous shit about me,” he said looking me directly in my eye.

I started bawling and laid my head in his lap. “I was so worried Q. I didn’t know what to do,” I said in between sobs.

“To the W,” he said to the driver.

“I know baby. I’m gonna make it up to you. I swear,” he said running his fingers through my hair.

We rode the rest of the way to the hotel in silence. I had driven my car to Atlanta to catch a flight from here to meet up with my brother. Q was the last person I expected to see. Luckily the show wasn’t until tomorrow night so it was possible that I could still make it to support him.

Once we got to the hotel we went immediately to his room. When we walked in Q went straight the bathroom shutting the door behind him. I sat on the bed and contemplated how I was going to tell him that I was possibly carrying his baby. After a few minutes I heard the shower turn on. ‘This nigga didn’t even say give me a few minutes or nothing’ I thought to myself. A few more minutes went by and I heard him call my name. I called back but he didn’t say anything. I walked to the bathroom door and opened it. He was standing in the middle of the bathroom naked with steam floating around him like he was in some kinky music video. A part of me was turned on and a part of me wanted to slap him for thinking he could whip out the dick and all would be forgotten. But I had something in store for him.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

“Come shower with me. I just got out of jail and hopped on the first flight leaving for Atlanta. I came here to hide for a few days until the press dies down. A nigga feels dirty. Come help me get clean,” he said grabbing his leg....and by leg I mean the tree trunk of a dick between his legs. I felt my nipples harden and my garden moisten. I took off my clothes and proceeded to join him in the shower.

“Q you know I was almost killed messing around with you?” I asked sincerely.

“Yes, I know. And they were looking for you after the fact as well to try and get back at me. But I got you. Ok?” he said. I scoffed.

“I said OK?” he repeated himself.

“I’m not a damn child,” I said pushing away from him.

“You’re not a child. Because if you were I wouldn’t be able to do this,” he said reaching from behind me palming one of my breasts and using another hand to find the gateway to heaven between my legs. I was sold. “But you are my baby,” he said in my ear before taking it in his mouth. I let out a soft moan while he fingered me. The warm water running over my body stimulated me more. Before I could think further, he inserted himself inside of me from behind. It had been a while since I had sex so it hurt in a pleasureable way. He enjoyed how tigh I was becuase I could hear him trying to surpress his moans. He picked up my right leg to help balance himself and to give me the death stroke. I literally felt like my soul was leaving my body. If it was possible he would possibly get me pregant again tonight.

I thought about how much I wanted to understand him and how I really would rather him be the father of my child more than Ernest. Before I knew if he grabbed my hair and begin growling. I knew he had climaxed. For the first time having sex with him I did not. My mind must have been elsewhere. I pullled away from him and used a towel to lather soap and begin washing our bodies. He kissed me in between wipes and told me that I was his Queen and shit. He also excused himself for climaxing so fast. Something about him not jerking off because he had been in jail and the sight of me made him horny. Eye roll.

I decided to wait until the morning to tell him the news. It was already late so I knew that there were no more departing flights but I was for sure getting on a plane to see my brother at Q’s expense. He flew out on me, I’m going to fly out on him.

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easynaturalhairstyle · 5 years ago

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First things first – "before you get an undercut, ask your stylist if he thinks he suits you as he completely changes your hair density," says Florida-based hairdresser and owner of the Boho House Salon, Michele Sanford , exclusive.

"An undercut Bob will always give a slimmer look. A low undercut gives you more weight, while a high undercut gives you much less hair. It's one of the most effective and beautiful ways my Pixie clients grow their hair, "she tells us.

In that sense, checking what kind of hair you have would be especially helpful, especially if you are dealing with a lot of hair! "[Hinterschnitte] are best for thick hair. It takes a lot of weight, underlining the sides and back, making it possible to better control thicker hair. "

As for your must-have styling products, she recommends "texture sprays or anything that gives definition, movement or texture". That's the way you look as great as when Malin Akerman, Chloe Sevigny, Jada Pinkett-Smith and Ellie Goulding did an undercut with their bob haircuts!

With its high level of acceptance among ladies all around, it is no surprise that there are already a multitude of cuts and styling possibilities for this trend. Check out these popular images of an undercut bobsled for your next idea to show your hairdresser!

Undercut Bob for fine hair

How would you describe this look?

Jessica's hair is extremely thick, so we always remove most of its mass from undercutting. Then I texture the remaining hair by cutting and chopping it, adding texture and motion, but also removing volume and thickness.

For the color, she had previously had a completely platinum-colored look, but this time I added a Shadow Root and pulled it down to allow a softer outgrowth. That's why it's easier to wait.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This is such a cool look – I just love it. You really need to have an acceptable amount of thickness and texture in your hair to achieve this. The great thing about it is that it works with all different face shapes because you can add volume, size or weight where you need it.

Here I used a holographic styling serum called Illuminati. This is great for Jessica's hair because it helps to soften and enhance the shine.

Graduate undercut Bob

How would you describe this look?

This look I created is a textured and layered domed bob with an edgy style. It is shaved laterally and downwards and has a voluminous, dry and textured finish. My favorite parts of this look are the shaved sides and liveliness of this color as it sets it apart from most normal hair colors and styles.

Any advice for someone considering it?

This look can be very caring because of the shape, stratification, and growth of the shaved part, so it must be kept up-to-date and cut regularly. My client's hair is fine, but also has a moderate amount of it, so this cut tends to make her hair look thicker.

My client has an oval face shape, so this cut works well and frames the face and jaw very well. For the styling, I would consider a dirty but smooth look because you still want it to look neat, but with the texture to show the shape and layering. For products, I would choose waxes and texture sprays to define the look and keep it in place.

Hidden underground Bob

Trying out a women's shave is a scary first experience. Good thing this geometric hair tattoo is well hidden, but shines as part of your layered bob, just like a sweetheart!

How would you describe this look?

This look is to separate the sections that you do not want to truncate from the section that you will truncate. What's cool about it is that not only does it keep you cooler in the summer months, but it also takes care of the cowlicks that so many of us fear!

You can also add a design flare, be it the shaved design or the color to add more of a bold flair! In this picture, my client started with a bunch of babylights. Her natural hair color is dark, but as she continued her nursing appointments, we have styled her hair with other complementary colors that match her personality. Then we went one step further and introduced her to an undercut with a design that she found online.

Undercuts can vary in price depending on your personality and how much of that personality you want to express! It is a form of art that embraces your overall impression.

Bob's undercut can be super fun for someone who wants a drastic change, but at the same time has the versatility not to show it!

Any advice for someone considering it?

The best advice I give each new potential customer is to plan for a consultation. Usually the consultations are free, and if you have questions, you have the time to ask them. It's also the best time to interview your artistic stylist and see if they fit your expression! You do not want someone who does not have a portfolio of clients and finds out that he can not really do the things you want them to do on your hair. That would be a costly mistake for you.

Research something too! Check out other pictures of undercut bobs on Instagram! Normally, you can find your artistic stylist on Instagram or other social media sites, and in addition to their profile, their portfolio is what they can do! You can even put a quick question and answer directly to them to ask for advice or just ask them if they would be willing to do your hair!

You can even go over products to get one of the pictures that you liked on their site! Some people ask, what about going through the reviews the stylist is in? Personally, I am not in favor of it because it is based on the overall experience of the establishment that the individual has and not usually what he has experienced with his stylist. So it can be misleading, and you might miss a cool hairstyle from a savvy barber. It is always cool to know in advance that the environment is a heavenly match!

Pricing can be a problem. It depends on how well you do your research. Let your stylist understand how much your cut will be, along with the products you will use to get the look you want. Also ask for a price breakdown for the maintenance.

Usually, in 3 weeks, your hair will show that it is fully grown. This means that the cut gets distorted and all cowlicks or weird looking hair slings come out! So please make sure you fit into your budget to maintain the cut! It is definitely an investment in your money and your time!

Asymmetric undercut Bob

How would you describe this look?

I love this cut and it was so much fun. As a stylist, I enjoy being able to look over the edge while cutting my hair.

The look is an asymmetric bob with an undercut. My client already had the splash of color on the left side, and as a stylist who strongly believes that a haircut and a hair color should go hand in hand, I used the blonde strand and made it part of the style – cutting through the layers to give this blond panel an edgy effect. I love how that gives the cut more texture.

I also love the undercut on the style as it takes out a lot of weight and the hair fits perfectly.

Any advice for someone considering it?

If you want that look, the first thing you need is confidence! It is not suitable for everyone, as it will definitely turn a few heads! However, it is quite easy to maintain, as the whole texture gives you the opportunity to wear it both disheveled and smooth (as in the photo). Since it is a "rounder" shape, the ideal customer would have an oval or longer shaped face, but a professional will adapt to his canvas.

One thing is certain, you can not edit this style without wax. My preference is a dry wax, but with you, all the cutting and dicing, you have to work through those ends to separate the texture and disturb it! As I said, you have to be ready to stand out from the crowd to make it.

Soft undercut Bob

How would you describe this look?

This cut is a dull bob with an alternate spin. Undercuts have definitely played a role in recent years, and since their hair is so thick, it takes weight off and shows off a cheeky edge at the end. Their color is natural.

Any advice for someone considering it?

If someone wanted that look, I would say, go for it, but it comes with maintenance that is not for people who are not 6-8 weekers. The undercut is the main feature, but must be maintained. If you have curly hair, you can achieve that look, but you'll have to blow-dry / straighten the hair to make it look sharp.

Heat protection products are recommended to keep them looking healthy. I used Label.m Anti-Frizz Balm to smoothen it, but also to keep the moisture at bay. Of course, you should consider your job if you are allowed to wear it for work.

Undercut Bob for thick hair

Undercuts are good for thicker hair, as this helps to keep the hair in check. Wavy fringes add texture and posture to the cut.

How would you describe this look?

I absolutely love the texture! Every stylist loves a customer who sits in the chair and says, "I trust you, I'm having fun." This is this client – she has a lot of hair and wants to stay away from anything that makes her look like a mother.

Any advice for someone considering it?

Because of the full undercut, this cut favors those with lots of smooth (or loose, wavy) hair, especially when it comes to the ease of styling (a little textured spray and you're out the door). Fine-haired customers will spend a little more time with their daily styling. As with any bob, especially because of the undercut, there is a bit more maintenance that this cut requires (moving in the salon).

Shaved undercut Bob

Many striking features for this style show how a complex look can work for you. An A-line bob makes the back much rounder, while the undercut presents, making the look more interesting. A banded blond-brunette hair fits this wild cut.

How would you describe this look?

This is a full contrast hairstyle (i.e., length and color). It looks like an angled down bob, but when it's behind her ear you can see the part of the undercut. For the color I have made Malhighlights, so that it looks natural even after the outgrowth.

I recommend it to anyone who has a lot of hair or thick hair, because it's easy to style yourself.

Any advice for someone considering it?

It depends on the lifestyle. For example, my client has a child, so she does not have enough time for herself. This style is very easy to maintain as you do not have to blow and any styling would fit. Only a rough, dry finish is fine. Even if you make a roll, it will show the undercut and would be much cooler.

Undercut Bob with pony

How would you describe this look?

My client and I were really excited about a kind of 90s bowl cut, but wanted to make it feminine by adding tons of texture and lowering the length to the bottom of her hind limb instead of straightening it all the way.

I dandruffed her hair with Bumble and Bumble Thickening Spray and then sprayed Bumble and Bumble Surf Spray for a vibrant, textured look.

Any advice for someone considering it?

I would definitely recommend this cut for a variety of hair types, but for different reasons. With thick, coarse hair you get a lot of texture and volume with this cut, but you have to style it daily with a texture spray such as Bumble and Bumble surf spray or a pomade.

For someone with fine hair, you'll get more movement in the hair, a little more bounce and body by using an aerosol texture spray, as dry spun by Bumble and Bumble. You will have different looks for different hair types, but still very cute, feminine and a modern touch for a 90s classic.

Undercut angled Bob

Take your usual angled bob to a whole new level by adding a playful undercut! Whether at the back, on the sides or on the whole head, the Bob that falls effortlessly will soften your look and add to the volume and texture of the entire Do.

How would you describe this look?

This look is such a sexy classic look for women. It is edgy and stylish at once. I love this cut in monochrome customers. Either all brown or very blonde is my favorite. It really shows the cut. You can see all the details and sharp lines.

It's also really fun to style, because you can change it. For someone who is straightening their hair, you can iron it flat and use a round brush on the back for more volume. Or you could add a little curl to the front to give it a more textured look. Even better, if the customer has a small natural curl on his hair.

Any advice for someone considering it?

The products for this cut are pretty simple. I use a styling cream and a root lift before I dry them. Then always finish with a small pomade and a drop of oil. I rub my hands really well and then run my hand through my hair and ends. This helps to shine and to work out the front slightly.

I would say this haircut is ideal for people with medium to thick hair. It's definitely a harder cut for styling. If you are not one who really does make your hair, maybe that's not for you. Unless you have a little natural wave, it could be sweet, air dried with the right product.

For the face shape – I would say, oval or heart shaped, because it is something that will really open the face-up. Especially if the person has strong characteristics, she always tends to look good. Overall, this is a great cut that is definitely for the more edgy person or someone who can make a statement and be confident with his hair!

Short undercut Bob

A dull cut can be so unadorned, but its revolutionary look is what makes it so attractive. The voluminous look achieved by brushing with the hair dryer gives this short, undercut bob the body.

Undercut Pixie Bob

You can now move between a bob and an undercut pixie-cut with this model! An undercut under a pixie cut is the ultimate edgy look, while the bob gives a feminine touch with long bangs.

Inverted undercut Bob

Tapered ends make the strands of this undercut inverted bob feathery. Add the undercut and you have many interesting things to see.

Long undercut Bob

A long undercut bob that simply falls over your shoulder for a feminine look, then the undercut gives the much needed grain. The center parting is good for this type of cut.

Undercut Bob for curly hair

Curly hair contributes to the softness and texture of the look, while an undercut adds sharpness and cleanliness. This undercut Bob for curly hair emphasizes the shaved hair towards the neck, giving it a slimmer look.

Side undercut Bob

Longer fringes on the back frame the whole thing, while the blunt cut that covers the shaved parts provides a fresh atmosphere in the arthouse. This side undercut bob is easy to maintain and provides the comfort you need, try it to see your fit!

Stacked undercut Bob

You can opt for an undercut, stacked bob like this to cover the shaved back and sides, while the longer locks are asymmetrically located on the upper layers. The black to fuchsia-colored ombre is the cherry at the top of this pleasant appearance.

16 eye-catching undercut bob hairstyles

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16 eye-catching undercut bob hairstyles

Undercut Bob for fine hair

How would you describe this look?

For the color, she had previously had a completely platinum-colored look, but this time I added a Shadow Root and pulled it down to allow a softer outgrowth. That's why it's easier to wait.

Any advice for someone considering it?

Here I used a holographic styling serum called Illuminati. This is great for Jessica's hair because it helps to soften and enhance the shine.

Graduate undercut Bob

How would you describe this look?

Any advice for someone considering it?

Hidden underground Bob

Trying out a women's shave is a scary first experience. Good thing this geometric hair tattoo is well hidden, but shines as part of your layered bob, just like a sweetheart!

How would you describe this look?

Undercuts can vary in price depending on your personality and how much of that personality you want to express! It is a form of art that embraces your overall impression.

Bob's undercut can be super fun for someone who wants a drastic change, but at the same time has the versatility not to show it!

Any advice for someone considering it?

Asymmetric undercut Bob

How would you describe this look?

I love this cut and it was so much fun. As a stylist, I enjoy being able to look over the edge while cutting my hair.

I also love the undercut on the style as it takes out a lot of weight and the hair fits perfectly.

Any advice for someone considering it?

Soft undercut Bob

How would you describe this look?

Any advice for someone considering it?

Undercut Bob for thick hair

Undercuts are good for thicker hair, as this helps to keep the hair in check. Wavy fringes add texture and posture to the cut.

How would you describe this look?

Any advice for someone considering it?

Shaved undercut Bob

How would you describe this look?

I recommend it to anyone who has a lot of hair or thick hair, because it's easy to style yourself.

Any advice for someone considering it?

Undercut Bob with pony

How would you describe this look?

I dandruffed her hair with Bumble and Bumble Thickening Spray and then sprayed Bumble and Bumble Surf Spray for a vibrant, textured look.

Any advice for someone considering it?

Undercut angled Bob

How would you describe this look?

Any advice for someone considering it?

Short undercut Bob

A dull cut can be so unadorned, but its revolutionary look is what makes it so attractive. The voluminous look achieved by brushing with the hair dryer gives this short, undercut bob the body.

Undercut Pixie Bob

You can now move between a bob and an undercut pixie-cut with this model! An undercut under a pixie cut is the ultimate edgy look, while the bob gives a feminine touch with long bangs.

Inverted undercut Bob

Tapered ends make the strands of this undercut inverted bob feathery. Add the undercut and you have many interesting things to see.

Long undercut Bob

A long undercut bob that simply falls over your shoulder for a feminine look, then the undercut gives the much needed grain. The center parting is good for this type of cut.

Undercut Bob for curly hair

Side undercut Bob

Stacked undercut Bob

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#XD30 FIFTEEN | DOUBLE TROUBLE

[Ride or die - Jada]

I’m back in New York to attend a fashion show. Since the tour began I had been gaining a lot of attention in the fashion world. It was fact that I really did keep my shit together and I always offered a bomb look everywhere I went. The fashion show wasn’t until tomorrow so I had a day to play in the city. The tour would be in Chicago in a couple of days and the crew were already there setting up including Jace, Adrienne and Mona. The record label sent me 2 assistants to accompany me the day of the show and of course security went everywhere else with me.

Since I had a day to do nothing and I was basically there alone, Q decided to come to NYC to spend the two days there with me. I was excited because he wouldn’t have to do any work and we were going to try to stay at the same hotel to avoid people catching us meeting up in public. Finally I get to get a piece of that TRAPPERS life. Little did I know, I would get more than a piece.

We planned to meet up at an Italian restaurant called Syvlan in Brooklyn before we went to our rooms in Manhattan. We had separate rooms booked so the hotel staff wouldn’t figure out that we were there together and leak rumors, or the truth, to the media. What had my little life become? I waited in the backseat of a black Town Car until he texted me that it was cool to come inside. For once I was happy to be completely alone. My security company signed his security on to my protection plan for tonight to lessen the amount of people that would be moving around with us. Q had 3-5 security officers with him at all times. My 1 security deserved a break. Besides the pool party incident, I had not been directly in harms way.

I waited outside for about 15 minutes touching up my make up and making sure I was looking like a piece of perfection. I decided to wear my hair down in a straight style and pulled to the back. I wore a short black Givenchy dress that stopped mid-thigh and mid breast, exposing my long legs and smooth shoulders. My 6 inch stilettos made me appear taller and stripper-like. My diamond studded Brahmin clutch completed my look. I was smelling good, looking good and feeling good. If Q had any uncertainties about making me his lady they would all go away tonight.

I finally received a text that it was safe to come in.

The text read: ‘You can come in and eat or I can come out there and eat’

I replied: ’*Blushing Emoji*…I’m walking in’

I get out of the car and I walk towards the front door. I see him walking onto the restaurants veranda to meet me. I tried to contain my smile. Suddenly I hear gunshots ring out and they were close. Literally a few feet away. Q runs to me and grabs my hand pulling me into the restaurant. I was freaked out but I was skiing through that restaurants in my 6 inch heels like a bad bitch. He pulled me into an employees only area and told me to wait there. He took off the sports coat he was wearing and handed it to me. He then ran back towards the front of the restaurant. By this time the entire restaurant was in panic. I was the only one standing still while everyone either ran for cover or out of the restaurant. This never happened at Olive Garden back home. This was definitely some New York type shit that you see in movies.

Q returned back safely with his dress shirt opened. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought he had been in a fight. That’s when I became concerned. Why was he acting as if he was involved with what was going on and where was his security? No sooner than I had those questions, one of his security guards picked me up, and following his lead, we ran through the loud, busy kitchen where the workers continued cooking as if nothing was going on. The food looked good and I was tempted to grab a breadstick while I was being carried, a true to go snack, but I was on my James Bond, Charlie’s Angel, Mr. And Mrs. Smith shit right now. For some reason I was so shocked that I wasn’t panicking yet. Before we opened the back door Q turned to ask me, “Baby are you ok?”

“Yea I’m good,” I replied like a confused child. “I’ll explain later,” he said and then opened the door.

“Q CLOSE THE DOOR!” I screamed. No sooner than he was able to close the door bullets ricocheted off of the metal door. I saw a guy in a silver 4 door Mercedes Benz roll down his window with a mask on. I knew it wasn’t Halloween so I followed my fear instinct.

By this time the kitchen was in a panic. Security rushed us into the cooler and there we waited until the coast was clear. I could hear police sirens get closer and people screaming. At that point my eyes began to water. I was afraid. I had come that close to seeing someone get shot or even worse, me getting shot. All I could think about was my brother and how scared he would be if he knew what I was witnessing. Security put me down on the ground. I didn’t even notice how cold I was until Q put his jacket over me and pulled me into his chest. He planted kisses on my forehead and held me. That’s when I begin to sob silently. It was too much. This was the third incident since I had been on tour that I was close to a shooting. This time I actually saw a shooter. Growing up in church we were taught to believe in signs. I couldn’t figure out what these shootings meant but hopefully sooner or later it would make sense.

In the meantime I was soaking up the attention I was getting from Q. I could tell by the way he was rubbing his fingers through my hair, and refusing to let me go, that he knew that he had some explaining to do. After waiting in the cooler for about 10 minutes, we were escorted outside into a black SUV. Once inside I didn’t say anything. I saw news trucks, crowds of people and police cars everywhere. I looked out of the window in silence for half of the ride. Q reached over and grabbed my hand. He noticed that my eyes were red and he rubbed the side of my face. When we got to the hotel he asked if he could stay over in my room. I was hesitant but also I was afraid to be alone. We walked into my room and without say anything I went in the bathroom to take a shower. I was relieved to not be alone but I also needed a moment for myself.

I let warm water rush over my body. I stood there for what felt like eternity before I even began washing my body with lavender soap and oils. I turned off the shower and I didn’t hear any noise or movement coming from the room. Maybe he decided to go to his room. To relieve myself I began singing to myself. I heard a tap on the door. Still wet, I reached for a towel to cover myself and I opened the door enough to see Q standing there looking pitiful.

“Thank you,” he said.

I wasn’t quite sure why I deserved thanks.

“You saved my life,” he continued saying. “Look ma. Long story short, it’s a lot of people not happy that me and the other guys made it out of the hood and we will still rep it. They think we are trying to market off of them. Then you have another group from the hood that we still deal with that feel like we owe them more than we already funnel back through there. It’s a lot more details but that’s why I was hesitant on whether or not I wanted me and you to take this anywhere besides fun. You’re too good for the world I’m from. I may be dressed in designer clothes but I’m still a hood boy at heart,” he finished.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him in the restroom. My older cousin told me if you can get a bad boy to share his feelings, then you have him whipped. I haven’t even given him any of my 'good-good’, besides oral, and he was already bowing down to me. I wanted him now. He can explain more later. Still holding my towel I sat on the counter pulling him in between my legs.

“Q, I’m here because I want you. Let’s work out the other stuff later,” I said.

“Damn ma. You rode for a nigga today. You scare me. You’re too perfect,” he said.

I crossed my arms behind his neck, pulled him towards me and placed my tongue in his mouth. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was wet and ready. Literally. Although what just happened scared the hell out of me, it also turned me on. He protected me and I protected him. I already knew the sex would be bomb just because of that.

I let my towel drop and he grabbed my breast. They were still wet from the shower. He begin sucking on them, going back and forth between each one. I unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his slim fit, tattooed body. I then unbuckled his pants to let him know that I wanted all of him. He took his finger and reached between my legs to rub my center. I heard him whisper “damn” in response to my wetness. He took the fingers and stuck them in his mouth. He then begin kissing me all over my body. This is what I had been waiting for. He was so passionate in a thug boy type way. He got on his knees and begin serving my center in a way that said 'I’m so sorry’. I pulled him up because I felt like he was teasing me. I grabbed his dick and begin stroking it while I looked him in the eye. “I want you,” I said softly. He kissed me deep and while I was lost in his kiss he entered me pushing my back against the mirror. He started off really slow so that I could adjust to taking his dick. It touched every nerve in me and it felt like he was in my stomach. I moaned louder than I had ever moaned. I could tell it was turning him on even more. He started picking up pace and I grabbed on to him tighter. He picked me up and put me on the ground turning me around so that I could face the mirror. He pushed me down so that my breast were touching the counter. He then gently grabbed my neck and started kissing on my neck and sucking my ear. Next thing I knew, he entered me from behind. He was clever. He wanted me to see him send me to euphoria. I knew that was the case because he had the sexiest, most mischievous grin on his face. I almost couldn’t take it. Before I knew it I had climaxed and he would not let up. He kept going and I felt another release coming on. I had never had two consecutive orgasms. I understood then the full meaning of the song 'Trap Queen’ and why a girl became a 'Trap Queen’. If the dick was that good I’ll be kitchen cooking dope with my baby too. It was that good. I was about to catch my breath and say I couldn’t take anymore but I heard him let out a growl that let me knew he had climaxed. He dropped to his knees and kissed my ass and then laid right there on the bathroom floor pulling me on top of him. I was done. Before I realized it I had dozed off….butt naked on the bathroom floor. My damn head was in between the tub and the toilet and I didn’t even care.

I woke up, in my bed under covers. I looked over and Q was next to me watching tv. I tried to reach for him but noticed that a tray of food was between us. He ordered room service and I’m glad he did because I was beyond hungry. He looked over at me and smiled. I never knew him to be a smiler from the fan point of view, so to see him smile made me want him and another round.

He was so thoughtful. He ordered an Italian dinner for us to enjoy in bed since we didn’t eat any at the restaurant. He was watching a basketball game and offered to turn the channel but I didn’t mind. We ate in silence. Once we were finished he moved all of the dinnerware to the table on the other side of the room.

“And now for dessert,” he said.

He went under the covers and put his head between my legs quicker than I could look around to see if there was actual dessert somewhere. I didn’t see anything so I knew he had energy for another round. He came up, laid on his back and licked his lips. I got on top of him and kissed him before sliding down and taking him inside of mouth. I gave that meat my all. I knew that he was about to pull me into his world and I knew he would be the source of my headaches but this sex and his charm was worth it …..not to mention whatever else he had to offer.

“Ma, I’m about to cum,” he moaned. I wasn’t done. I jumped on top of him and started to ride him. I went up and down possibly 4 times and then I said, “now.”

He started convulsing and shaking, latching onto my hips. I couldn’t move because he held me down tight, releasing himself inside of me. Once he released I laid on his chest. I heard my phone vibrating but it would have to wait. I wanted this man’s everything. Right now I had his time, attention and dick. Nothing was going to distract me.

“You’re a ride or die chick for real ma,” he said laughing at the way I just gave him the ride of his life. That night I laid there knowing I was the queen and as far as I was concerned, he was my king.

#xd30 #double trouble #romenwrites #blackwriter #writer #writingchallenge #Jada and jace

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sawthingsiimagined · 8 years ago

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#XD30 - SEVEN | DOUBLE TROUBLE

[The Q-Tip - Jada]

I laid across the soft down comforter, on the bed my hotel room, with a plush pillow between my legs. I had been there for at least an hour thinking about everything that had happened that night. From the red carpet to the shooting to me busting it wide open for security in the supply closet. I had done enough for the entire tour. I was still turned on by the fact that I was able to send Ernest into a frenzy with ONE word. He brought me back to my room but didn't say anything when I said "Goodnight" and shut the door behind me. For all I knew, he was still posted up outside in the hallway.

I would have to find out if he was still there because I needed to go check on Jace. His phone has gone straight to voicemail all night. He's always hiding, though I was positive that he was in his room asleep . I opened mya door to find that Ernest had been replaced by another security officer. I asked him for his name and he told me it was Paul. Ernest did inform me that they worked a rotation so I assumed Ernest's shift was over or the sex was so good that he had to leave early to recuperate. Paul wasn't very attractive but he seemed like a nice guy. He was a white guy that looked like he probably coached a little league football team on the side. Possibly late 30's with a bald head and semi pudge, I could tell that he could hold his weight and mine too if it came to it. He asked me where I was going so I informed him that I needed to check on my brother whose room was just a few doors down. He informed me that he was monitoring the entire floor so he let me walk alone to check on my brother.

I knocked on the door and there was no answer. I waited a few more minutes before I decided to try to call again. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail.

"Hey Paul," I said using my inside voice not to wake up anyone else on the floor, "I need to go down one level to my friend's room. Do you have to come or can I walk alone."

Paul didn't say a word. He walked towards me and when he was a few steps away he just stood there. That signaled to me that he was going wherever I was going. Whatever boo. I took the elevator one floor down. I would have taken the steps but I was still sore from my "supply closet escapade". I walk past an open common area where a few guys were hanging out. I almost made it past them before I heard "Hey Jada." I turned around with my eyebrows raised. I didn't know any of those niggas. They looked like they weren't supposed to even be here. It seemed like I judged to soon. When I saw who called my name I realized it was Q from the rap group TRAPPERS.

"Hey.", I said in an almost bashful tone. I knew I still looked good, because thanks too my family genes, I had a natural glow and face that required little make up. My hair was tied up in a messy bun and I was wearing my hot pink Ivy Park sports top and some black Ivy Park running tights with my all white Nike Air Max. I was trying to channel the powers of Yoncé before the show tomorrow. I'm glad I was looking like a snack because Q was actually the cute one of the new rap group.

"I didn't get a chance to come speak to you at the pool party. But wanted to introduce myself. I'm Q and I'm a fan.", he said.

"A fan huh? Of who.", I said modestly.

"Of you ma.", he chuckled.

I wanted to scream so I settled on screaming inwardly. Q had paper bag brown skin, the plait hair style like Travis Scott and a couple of tattoos on his face. He had some earrings on that shined like a shiny chandelier. He also had very nice lips that revealed a gold grill when he smiled. He was wearing sunglasses so I couldn't see his eye although I remembered they were brown from his photo on the cover of Paper Magazine. He was about 5'9 and slim but he wore his size well. Known for his street fashion sense, he looked good even at 2am.

"Yo, I hope you're ok. I know it was a lot of commotion going on towards the end of the party. Me and my boys are handling that. Is there anything I can get you for the inconvenience?", he asked knowing that we were on lock down in the hotel.

"Well, maybe I can be in y'all's next video.", I said joking.

"I like a girl that doesn't hold back and goes for what she wants. Deal!", he said.

"Ha, no seriously, it's no problem. Apparently they arrested the suspects. Sad to hear about the guy that was shot though. Do you know if he died?", I asked. I also realized in that moment that he said he and his boys were taking care of whatever happened so at this point I was wide awake and ready to get the details about what happened.

"The guy is apparently in ICU at the hospital. What's crazy is that the shooter was actually targeting me. Ol' dude that got shot was rocking a similar outfit so the shooter got us mixed up. But everything is being handled. They are making us stay inside of the hotel and possibly overnight while they finish checking the area for more suspects.", he said.

I must have looked shocked because he grabbed my hand. "As long as you're good I'm good though. I hate that you were near this type of activity but like I said, things are being taken care of.", he assured with much warmth. He definitely made me feel warm. After only having access to church boys most of my life and then my lame ex when I went off to college, I was definitely in my 'thug loving' phase. The hard, street type was sexy and the fame and money Q had didn't hurt either. I had forgot all about 'Secret Service Paul' until I heard his walkie talkie go off.

"Ms. Jada, I need to get you back to your room.", Paul said. I nodded at him and was turning to walk way. I was speechless. So much happened that night. I knew I needed to be sleep and resting my voice. We'd have to be on stage for soundcheck in a few hours.

"Jada can I give you my number?," Q asked reaching for my phone. I unlocked it and he put his number in my contacts. I thought that was respectful because most niggas I met either asked for my number or if they did take my phone they would text themselves from my phone. I felt the way Q did it was respectful, leaving me the option whether or not I would contact him. I already knew I would contact him though.

"I'm planning on coming to your set tomorrow night if they ever let us out of this hotel. I can't wait to watch you murder the stage.", Q said with a smile that almost made me take his hand and pull him into the nearest supply room.

"Well that would be really cool. And I hope you enjoy the show, if you decide to come.", I said.

"The decision is made. I have to see those eyes again. I'll be there.", he said.

I bit my bottom lipped and turned around. I already knew he was watching me walk away so I decided to walk to the beat of 'Work' by Rihanna in my head to give him a preview of what he'd see tomorrow.

I got back to my bed and realized I forgot what I left my room to do. I called Adrienne. Clearly I woke her up.

"Girl, what do you want?", she whined through the phone. "Have you heard from Jace?", I asked "Yea hoe! He texted me when he went to get food before going back to his room. That was hours ago. You know he's probably knocked out.", she said.

Wait, she called me a hoe. Who talked?

"Ok girl, see you in a few hours.", I said hanging up. I laid down trying to figure out when I would text or call Q and begin rehearsing what I would say. I couldn't wait to tell Jace everything that happened during our soundcheck. I tell my brother everything and tonight was a night I knew he'd gag to hear about.

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#XD30 - SIX | DOUBLE TROUBLE

[Chickens And Waffles - Jace]

I suddenly had stomach pains as I sat against the dusty window pane at the 24 hour diner. How did I get here? Why am I here? A part of me told myself that I should have stayed at the pool party but I let her, and him, convince me to ditch the party and walk down the street to Rita's 24 Hour Diner and Bar. Truth is I was hungry but it also helped that I was able to escape the party. Everyone was being weird. Of course I'm some rising star, now that FLAME is on tour with SISSY, but I would prefer if the attention would gently escalate instead of this rough catapult of flashing lights we are suddenly experiencing.

Beside me was Teecie, the beautiful dancer I randomly met at the pool party, her friend Tracey who also dances, two more of their girl friends, TJ, along with a few guys from FLAME's production team and across from me was the drummer, Demarion. I tried not to look at him. It was so awkward that he came over at the party to not only speak but to have a full conversation. It was weird mostly because of what my sister texted me on the bus. I felt like I knew about a part of this dude that I didn't need to know. I should have told Jada where I was going but she was too busy, on her Snapchat and Instagram Live, trying to capture the party. I could do without that. I texted our best friend, Adrienne, before my phone died and told her that I was going to grab food before I returned to my room.

We all sat in the half full diner and chatted for a while. This was my first time in a long time getting to know people outside of my church. I didn't even talk to people at school and I wasn't a part of any other social group. It was uncomfortable yet interesting all at once.

"What about you Jace?", Tracey asked breaking my thought. "What do you mean?", I asked knowing that I wasn't paying attention to where the conversation had landed. "You're so cute.", she laughed excusing my short attention span. "Have you ever been skinny dipping before?", she asked.

"Um, I can't say that I have. The only time I'm undressed in water is when I take a bath. And sometimes I'm tempted to wear shorts in there.", I said trying to make a joke to divert the attention from my inexperience. They all laughed. Teecie really found it amusing. I glanced up and Demarion had a simple grin on his face as if he was expecting me to go on. Little did he know, I'm not a comedian, neither did I want to be here much longer. I looked back down at the menu. I had already ordered Chicken and Waffles but I pretended to look at the menu as if I was going to order something else.

"See anything else you want to order before our waitress goes back to the kitchen?", Demarion asked. "You've been eyeing that drink menu for 20 min my man.", he said with a light chuckle.

"Nah man. I'm good. It's just interesting how they come up with so many different drink combinations.", I replied. "You should try one.", said Teecie. "Oh no, I don't drink.", I said. "But it's the night before the first show!", exclaimed Tracey. What they are not about to do is gang up on me. I never had the desire to drink; not for leisure nor for celebration. "Nah, I'm good.", I said. "I don't really think it's for me. I might get crazy and I need to stay focused." "Cutie, you are our star. We are only here because of you, your sister and SASSY. We got you. Don't let us peer pressure you though. I just think you should loosen up and prepare for the road. Tomorrow is Night #1 and will set the tone for the rest of the tour.", Teecie said with the most gorgeous grin I've ever witnessed. "So let's kick it off with some fun.", Demarion said. "Hey waitress, can you get us all a round of Fireball shots.", he yelled across the room.

I didn't know what a fireball shot was but I did know that I didn't want to hear, speak or think of any type of balls right now. First the text my sister sent, then they are talking about skinny dipping and now drinking. I may as well pack my luggage for hell because there will be a seat there with my name on it if I let them talk me into this.

"Yo, I'm really good. I probably should be headed back anyways. We have to be at the arena at 8am.", I said attempting to sound serious yet cool.

"I got you my man. I'll make sure you get there. I have to be there at 7.", he said. The musicians have to be there an hour before us to make sure their instruments are setup correctly so by the time we arrive, all we have to do is start the soundcheck.

The waitress came back quicker than she had returned all night. Turns out that Fireball shots are some type of alcoholic beverages in small glasses. I've literally been under a rock for the past 20 years. It was at that moment that I found my escape.

"Guys I'm not 21 so I can't drink.", I whispered to the table as the waitress passed out the drinks. "Chile, I've been drinking since I was 14. You're good. She didn't even I.D. us.", said Tracey as if everything she said was ok.

"If I may do the honors.", TJ said while standing up. Nobody asked him to say anything. He should be in his room sleep or rehearsing the lights. Shoot. I was getting upset. "This toast goes out to all of us. We’ve come together in celebration of the beginning of an amazing tour. Cheers to the man of our camp, Jace. Here's to sold out shows and lots of hoes!", he finished. I was outdone.

Everyone took their small glasses and chugged the alcohol down. I tried to lift mine but the scent of spicy cinnamon almost made me gag. My phone was dead so I couldn't pretend that someone was trying to contact me and step outside. Everyone cheered and then Tracey's nosey self noticed that I hadn't taken my shot.

"Oh no, pretty boy! Throw that thang back!", she said so loud that the other people in the diner turned to watch. Everyone cheered and co-signed. At this point I was out of my body looking at myself, judging myself and ready to go home. I looked up and Demarion was staring straight at me. That's when I noticed he had weird colored eyes. They were a dark, blue-ish, grey type color that almost looked navy. I’ve never seen a person of his complexion with those color eyes. His bushy eyebrows arched inward as if appeared angry. He had this street yet artsy look about him that made him look like one of the cool guys you see on Instagram. He even had tattoos on his neck. He stared at me and I immediately said to myself, "this boy is the devil!", based on the way his eyes were glaring at me. Suddenly I heard nothing. It's like the sound was sucked out of the room. I couldn't hear him but I saw his lips move. He mouthed, "I got you."

I then picked up the small glass and chugged the shot. I immediately wanted to throw up all over the table but I kept my eyes on him as he licked his lips and smiled.

Everyone cheered. I was ready to go. This guy really just convinced me to drink alcohol. Teecie hugged me. She smelled so good. Like peaches and cream. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?", Tracey asked. I wanted to say, "Trick yea," but that was rude and I don't use words like that towards women. "It wasn't that bad," I said.

"Well good because I ordered you a Long Island.", TJ said. I didn't know what that was either but if this boy wasn't talking about an actual body of land in the Atlantic Ocean he could keep it. The waitress brought the drink over. I immediately decided to just go ahead and try it. Nothing could be worse than that Fireball shot. I took a sip. It actually tasted pretty decent. Anything was better than that shot right about now. One sip turned into three and three sips turned into large gulps. Before I knew it we had talked and laughed and I had finished a drink. The food still hadn't come. I was starving and disappointed in myself as I sat there drinking like I was a pro-liqour-ologist . I didn't feel 'drunk' like the people look on tv. However, I did feel 'loosened up' and comfortable.

I was sipping drink number two when a guy in a black polo ran through the doors toward us followed by a police officer. I just knew I was headed to jail. 20 years old and drinking illegally. The prisoners are going to eat me alive. I pushed the glass over to Teecie. I felt bad for a few milliseconds for pushing my crime onto her. I didn’t even know her age.

The guy in the polo came over and asked me to get up. When I didn't comply, obviously I was little tipsy so my reaction was delayed, he grabbed me. Demarion stood up and demanded, "What the hell is this?" The guy in the black polo, which read ‘Security’ in the upper right corner, pointed to the tv above the bar. "There has been a shooting. I am here to retrieve Jace and to ask you all to get back to your hotel rooms safely. The premises are being checked but this police officer will escort you through the shipping corridor of the hotel.", the security man said. He was a middle aged, heavy set white man that smelled like outside and smoke from a grill. I started feeling nauseas and felt myself about to fall. I remember seeing Demarion race over and I heard him say "He's with me. I'm the drummer in his band. I'll help you get him to his room."

At that moment I immediately thought about my sister and became terrified. I screamed, "Where is Jada?! Where is my sister?!" "Jada is secure.", security assured. Still afraid I attempted to stand on my own again only to buckle over and throw up all over the security man's shoes.

All I wanted was my sister and those waffles. I was the chicken. I covered my face feeling totally embarrassed.

That's the last thing I remember.

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#XD30 FOUR | DOUBLE TROUBLE

[Are you talking to me? -Jace]

"Ok lil daddy", an unfamiliar dude's voice said from behind me. I was so caught up looking in the mirror across from elevator that I failed to hear the doors open. I quickly pulled my tank down and nervously turned around to get a quick glance of a tall, dark skinned guy with tattoos and a bright red fitted cap. His shirt was off and his athletic frame made me feel like a frozen shrimp. The door closed leaving me in an awkward silence. I felt so weird and had to pee for the 5th time since attempting to meet Mona and my sister in the lobby. They were blowing up my phone because we were supposed to be on the red carpet 20 min ago. Luckily my room was only 2 doors away from the elevator so they can wait a few more minutes or else that red carpet would turn into a slip and slide.

I take a look in my bathroom mirror one more time before rushing out. Six pack.. check, ankles lotioned...check and sunglasses free of fingerprints...check. Even though the party is at night, sunglasses give me the ability to hide.

"Bruh, it takes you longer than a runway model to get ready and all you have to do is shower and throw on lotion.", my sister said with her hands on her hip as I got off the elevator. She wants to be on Love and Hip Hop Atlanta so bad. I just shake my head. I'm so glad I'm a guy. I would hate to have to compete with my sister's EVERYTHING if I was her girl twin. Her body was banging in that bikini standing there all greased up like Teyana Taylor in the Kanye West video. Another one of her antics. Jada isn't even giving people a chance to warm up to us. No wrap, robe or towel, just buttered cakes and breasts for all to behold like the food bar at the buffet on Sundays.

We made our way to the red carpet. I'm blessed because my sister has all of the answers so I can stand there nodding in agreement to whatever she says so interviewers rarely ask me anything. We finished quicker than I imagined, which means it was time to mingle. Yuck. I immediately look for a chair in corner. I notice a beautiful girl sitting alone away from where most people had gathered. I make my way over but not without bumping into the tech guy who sat near me on the bus. Obviously I was focused on scurrying as quickly as I could to the other side of the pool and didn't notice him so we ran right into each other causing his drink to spill all over his tank and onto the ground.

"Man I'm so sorry.", I stated as looked around for napkins. "I should probably take these shades off. I promise I..", I said before he cut me off.

"Dude its cool.", he said as he removed his tank revealing a body that made me assume that I had him mixed up with someone else. Clearly he was a dancer. Again, I felt like a cold shrimp. "I'm Trevor but everyone calls me TJ. I probably shouldn't be drinking anyways. Gin makes you sin." He said while laughing at his own joke. I wasn't quite sure what gin made you do. I've never drank before. But I needed to end this interaction. I'm not here to make friends. I just came here to sing.

"Nice to meet you TJ. My name is Ja.." I said before he cut me off again.

"Jace." he said, finishing my sentence. "I know who you are. I work for you. You and Jada have the Internet on fire. Every time I get on twitter y'all seem to be trending. It's an honor to run lights for y'all.", he finished.

"I figured you were the tech guy from the bus but wasn't sure." I said. "I'm excited to see what the show looks like during our first soundcheck in the morning."

"Man I have some great stuff for y'all. If you aren't happy with the lighting, then drinks on me for the rest of the tour." TJ said with a confident grin.

"No worries I don't drink so it's all good. I'm just excited to be here.", I said still trying to figure out a way to end this encounter. By this time I glanced over and the pretty girl is talking on her phone. No one had gravitated to that area so I still had time to get over there to recollect my thoughts and gather myself.

"Hey Jae, if you don't mind me calling you that. How about I introduce you to the rest of the production crew? There is 6 of us and they would be excited to meet you.", he said with excitement.

"That would be dope man. But give me a few minutes. I need to check in with my manager. We have more press to take care of. Is it cool if I catch up with y'all before the night ends?", I said hoping he would move on and forget about me.

"That's cool Jae. I'll catch up with you later.", he said with an understanding yet boyish grin before turning to walk away. "Oh yea, you didn't answer my question. Is it cool to call you Jae?", TJ asked. "Yea, man. That's cool.", I said and proceeded to get to the other side of the pool where the pretty girl was still on the phone.

I didn't want to interrupt her. Clearly she was a dancer. She was giving my sister's body some tight competition. She had the most perfect dark chocolate skin with a low hair cut that reminded me of the #6 style on the chart at my barber shop. She must have just done the big chop to go natural. Well, it worked for her. I could tell she was gorgeous from the other side of the pool.

I motioned to a seat near her without saying a word so I wouldn't interrupt her call. "Hun, no one is sitting there. Have at it. I'm just waiting on a friend to get here.", she said showing off her perfect Colgate smile. "By the way, nice to meet you Jace. I’m Teecie.", she said and went back to her phone call. I overheard her fangirl-ing to whoever was on the other end.

"I really have to get used to people knowing my name before I tell them." I thought to myself. I had just taken a deep breath while staring at a huge poster with the girl group SISSY on it, accompanied with a photo from our latest spread, advertising the tour when I heard a man's voice say "Did you decide to bring that 6-pack with you?"

I pretended to look down at my phone as if I had just received a text before turning around. Help me hide Father God. I know that fine girl didn't get off the phone and go tenor on me. There is no way she switched voices like that. Who else noticed this corner that quick? I turn around and it was the guy from the elevator with his arm stretched towards me and his hand balled into a fist as if I was supposed do a fist bump, dap or something. It's 2017 and dudes still do that? I wasn't sure. I went to school, home and church. Clearly about 6ft tall or taller, I was super uncomfortable because since I was sitting I made direct eye contact with his v-shaped pelvic area as he stood over me. Why is everybody trying to put my body to shame? I've been working out for this tour for over 8 weeks. Hard diet and harder workouts, still these dudes are making me feel like a kid. I tried to stand up quickly before he continued talking.

"My name is Demarion. I'm your drummer." He said.

Of course the first thing I thought of, before almost falling back into my seat and meeting his pelvic area again, was the text my sister sent me on the tour bus. I don't curse...so……...DANG.

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