Love Me Some You: A Complete Novel (3 page)

“Trey man! It’s been a minute. Glad you could make it but... Why did you come shirtless, man?” Ryan greeted Tremaine, but he just had to ask about why he came shirtless.

“It’s hot, that’s why,” Tremaine smirked at Ryan. He had some girl by his side. She was blonde and clinging onto him for dear life. I could already tell by the way she was stuck to his side that she was one thirsty chick who he probably couldn’t shake off.

“Whatever you say, man. Trey, meet my girl Jess. Jess, meet my boy Trey.” Ryan introduced us, happy that I was meeting his boy. I never knew Ryan had a friend as fine as this! Damn, I sure would leave Ryan in a heartbeat for this sexy man. But he was Monique’s man now.

“Nice to meet you, Trey.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jess.”

It didn’t take long for Tremaine’s eyes to wander off to Monique’s. She was sitting on our couch talking to one of Ryan’s friends. I could tell she was trying to avoid eye contact with him, but she was failing... badly. She looked slightly angry, but I knew she was trying her best to stay calm.

Everything seemed cool with Monique, until Ash, one of my close model friends, broke her vase. And it wasn’t just any old vase it was Monique’s “sacred” vase. Honestly, the vase wasn’t even all that. I was thinking and praying of how I could get rid of that ugly vase for months. Now that Ashley had accidentally knocked it over, my prayers had finally been answered.

She tried to keep her cool, even though I could see the frustration and anger in her face. Then once the doorbell rang again and more people started rolling through the door, Monique had clearly had enough. She came to confront me in the living room, not caring about creating a scene.

“Jess, why are there so many people here and why is Tremaine here?!” she shouted at me.

The reason why so many people were here right now was because I, Jessica Carter, was one very popular lady. Being a model allowed me to get new, fabulous, free clothes and shoes. However, the best thing that modelling gave me was to constantly make new friends. And everyone knew I loved making new friends.

It’s not my fault that everyone decided to come. Someone posted it all over twitter and now our apartment was packed full.

“Not my fault, it’s all over twitter. I di-”

“Save it, Jess. I’m going to my room.” She stormed off, not even giving me a chance to explain myself. She never listened to me.

I then heard her slam her bedroom door, making sure that I knew she was upset with me. But I didn’t get why she was getting mad over a vase which could be replaced. Damn, she must have been on her period or something.

~ Ryan ~

“Monique’s mad with you?”

“Yeah... She’s not even listening to me, Ryan,” Jess sadly told me. I could see that Monique not talking to her was affecting her, but she didn’t need to sweat about it so much. Monique was crazy. I’m not surprised she hasn’t got a man yet. Who the hell would be able to handle such a feisty chick like her? Who would want to?

“Take your mind off her, baby. Dance with me,” I smirked at her, grabbing her by her waist, ready to take her towards the middle of the living room so I could feel that nice, round ass of hers on my dick.

“No... I’m not in the mood.”

“Why? Let me make you in the mood, baby,” I tried to convince her, placing my hands on her back and gently sliding my hands down to her firm ass, squeezing it tightly.

“No, Ryan,” she said sternly and by the facial expressions on her face, I could tell that I was getting nowhere.

“So you don’t want your man to make you in the mood?” She was starting to annoy me now. One dance was all I wanted and she was acting childish.

“No. Ryan, I don’t want my man to make me in the mood,” she snapped.

Okay, I had no clue why she was acting strange right now. She knew she wanted me. I grabbed her by her arm and quickly pulled her behind me, heading straight for her bedroom. She was really playing right now if she thought that I wasn’t about to make her in the mood. I opened her door, pulled her inside and quickly shut the door behind her.

“Ryan sto-” I cut her words off and pinned her back against the door. My hands went straight for her curvy hips that were currently hidden underneath that sexy black bodycon skirt of hers. My lips quickly latched onto hers, our lips and our tongues beginning to hungrily smack and snake around each other’s. I knew she wanted me.

I began pulling her skirt up, so it was high above her thighs and just below her ass. I grabbed both her thighs, lifted her up and carried her over to her purple bed. Gently, I set her down, leaned my body even closer to hers and slowly climbed on top of her.

Our mouths were still connected, our tongues dancing together passionately, unable to break from each other. I felt her start to lift my shirt off my body, and just as I was about to lift her crop top off her body, a witch suddenly knocked on her door.

To say that this chick was a cock blocker was an understatement. She was an attention-seeking cock blocker. I don’t even know why Tremaine decided to stay with her. She’s too clingy, and too desperate for Trey’s love. Trey’s my boy and I knew that he would never ever love Tiffany. She was only good in bed. Trey’s exact words. And trust me, I’ve already sampled that pussy enough times to know that it’s bomb.

Jess pulled back away from lips, and I felt her hands leave my body.

“Ignore her baby, please,” I whispered in her ear, licking my lips at her before leaning down to softly kiss her neck.

~ Jess ~

I didn’t want to leave Ryan hanging but I had to. Besides, the chick that Tremaine had come with to my party had come knocking on my door, looking for him.

“Tremaine’s missing... I was wondering if you could please help me find him?”

I nodded at her, before telling her to stay in the kitchen and make herself a drink or eat a few snacks I had made for the party, without Moni’s help.

As for Tremaine? I knew exactly where he was. After Monique had stormed off angrily because of her vase, I saw him make a quick move towards her bedroom. He thought he was slick, but I knew his game. But then again, Monique needed that good D to make her feel at ease and I knew now she wasn’t on her period.

I had just approached Monique’s door when suddenly all I could hear was Monique’s lips popping, smacking, slurping, sucking and I knew exactly what that little freak was doing to him. I could tell she was a pro, because of the way Tremaine was groaning and moaning her name.

Wow! My best friend knew how to give good head? I was proud.

“Uh... fuck, Damn, Monique,” Tremaine groaned, clearly enjoying whatever she was doing to him.
“You’re not bad at this…” he groaned, enjoying himself too much. Damn, she was really giving him head right now. And to be honest, it was starting to make me all jealous. I knew that I had to go get Ryan after this.

“Yeah... Oh God... Just like that... Oh no, don’t stop, do...
Fuck.”

It was time for Jessica to interrupt. After all, I had to go find my man and get a little freaky with him. I had important needs too.

“Monique! Open up!” I shouted, knowing fully well there was no way she was going to get up because I had a strong feeling that they were both naked.

“Jess, what is it?” she asked quietly, but no matter how hard she tried to conceal her moans, I could hear them and I knew that Trey was doing something to her. Something good.

“I wanna to talk to you. You’ve been in there for quite some time now.” She needed to get out because I didn’t want Tiffany to come up in here and find the two of them butt naked.

“Ahhhh... Jesss, laterrr,” she groaned.

But so what if Tiffany was looking for Trey? Trey wanted Monique now and not Tiffany. She would just have to fuck off.

“Alright, but have you seen Tremaine anywhere?” I asked sarcastically. I knew exactly where he was. In her bedroom doing freaky, nasty things to her.

“Nope! Bye,” she quickly concluded, making me chuckle slightly. She had always been a very bad liar.

I turned away from her door, looking for my man. I was ready to finish what we had started earlier.

I found him in the kitchen leaning into some girl’s ear, whispering something in her ear that was making her smile and bite her pink lips. Once he noticed I had entered, he stopped whispering in her ear and came towards me.

“Baby,” he smiled at me, spreading his arms out for me to hug him. I noticed how quickly the girl slipped out back into the living room where the party was at. “I was just talkin’ to one of my boys’ friends.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I was just givin’ her some info about him, ‘cause she likes him.”

Was I suspicious?
No… Not really. I think?

I trusted my man. I walked straight into his arms, lifting my head up, to kiss his soft lips. Then I began to feel his big hands slide down to grab my butt and I couldn’t help but smile in between the passionate kiss.

He wasn’t cheating. I trusted my man.

~ 3 ~

~ Jessica ~

“So you actually fucked him?” I questioned her, still surprised at what happened yesterday between Monique and Mr. Sexy, Tremaine. I was sitting opposite her at our wooden dining table, excited and eager to hear the details of their sex session, while Monique was too busy looking down at her iPhone. However, once she realized that I was trying to find out what happened in her bedroom between her and Trey, she looked up.

“Yep ... He hasn’t called me, Jess... Something’s not right,” she groaned, frowning. Clearly, Tremaine not calling her was starting to make her feel some type of way. I hope he hadn’t done a smash and run on her! If he had, then just know I was going to hunt him down and make sure he got a good slap.

“Chill, Moni. It’s only Sunday. I’m sure he’ll call tomorrow,” I told her, trying to reassure her that he would call her tomorrow. I didn’t want her to worry about this guy too much, because he seemed like a player. And players only brought heartache. Monique didn’t need another player in her life.

Zayne was her last player and he wasn’t a good one. He cheated on her with the biggest thirstiest bitch ever, Rosa. I swear, I never liked that witch. I always knew one day she would betray Monique. Stupid bitch. If I ever see her in this life, she’s going to regret the day she messed with my best friend.

“Hmm... we’ll see,” she sighed deeply.

“So… how was it?”

“Amazingggg,” she smiled to herself. It was nice that she was the one that was sharing her sex story with me because usually it was the other way around. I was truly happy for her.

“It’s about time you found someone. Let’s just hope he’s the right one for you.”

Let’s just hope he’s not a player and treats her right.

***

Monique and Tremaine were now officially the freakiest people I knew.

Tremaine hadn’t even bothered to call Monique, so she decided to forget about him. But that failed because when she arrived at work, she was called to her aunt’s office only to see him sitting there, staring at her, looking very, very, very handsome in that black Armani suit of his - Monique’s exact words.

He was a multi-billionaire and was investing in her Auntie May’s therapy company. Once Auntie May introduced Tremaine to Monique, she had to take him to her office. And that’s where things got freaky again.

Lucky Monique. At least she was getting some dick. I hadn’t seen or spoken to Ryan since my party. We didn’t even have sex then because Tiffany interrupted us and I was way too busy trying to entertain all my party guests.

I’ve tried calling him and sending him texts numerous times, but I get no reply and the calls go straight to voicemail. Should I be worried?

He was probably just busy with work. I’m just gonna have to wait for him to get in touch with me because I really don’t want to seem clingy. We just got back together and I need to be able to trust him before I start making assumptions. Besides, he loves me and doesn’t want to lose me again.

“Jess...” Monique called out to me, before entering my room.

“Yes hun?”

“I need to tell you something I found out today at work,” she said quietly. She looked worried, and her worries were my worries. We were best friends and I was always going to be there for her, no matter what.

“Go ahead, Moni,” I warmly smiled at her, trying to get her to loosen up and look less anxious.

“Well…” she began, coming to lay next to me on my purple mattress. “I had just finished giving Tremaine head, while he was on the phone.” She began to blush bright pink. My freaky best friend, Miss Williams.

“While he was on the phone?! Damn Moni, you freaky lady,” I smirked at her.

“He picked up the phone call just as I started. But anyway, he was on the phone to someone. I suspected that it was a female.” I nodded at her. “I then remembered first seeing Trey at the party with that girl, Tiffany. Well, I was putting my phone away in one of my drawers and that’s when I found her file. It said Tiffany Reynolds, 26, therapy sessions twice a week. Partner addicted to sex and beating her,” Monique quickly blurted out.

Woah... Her partner was addicted to sex? And beating her? The main question was, who was her partner?

There was only one man who immediately popped up in my head as I began to ponder deeply in my thoughts.

Tremaine.

“Hold up... He’s a woman beater?” I asked her, completely shocked. Tremaine beats Tiffany?

“I don’t know, Jess, it might not be him,” Monique said, trying to stop me from jumping to conclusions.

“But it probably is...” I said to her, unable to hide my surprise and worry from her. “And he seems like the type of guy that’s always having sex.”

Monique sighed. I knew she had developed feelings for this guy. He was fine, good in bed and rich! What more could you ask for?

“If it is him then you will know now where you stand, and by that I mean you won’t go anywhere near the douchebag, Monique. I’m serious,” I warned her, before grabbing hold of her hand and squeezing it tightly. I cared about her, so of course I wanted her to be cautious of this guy.

Monique then decided to call Tremaine over to our apartment, so she could finally confront him about this woman beater business.

An hour later, I decided to try and ring Ryan again. I missed him and I wanted to see him as soon as I could. Unfortunately, his phone went straight to voicemail again. So I decided to leave a message this time.

“Hey baby, it’s Jess. Just wanting to know how you’re doing. I miss you. Hopefully you can call me back when you get this message.”

“Jessss!” Suddenly I heard a loud scream come from the living room. I quickly dropped my iPhone on my bed and rushed out my bedroom to Monique.

She was sitting on our sofa, looking quite scared. I stared at her, waiting for her to tell me what was wrong and why the hell she was screaming my name so loud.

“I think I need... a pregnancy test,” she whispered and I loudly gasped.

“Oh shit.”

Tremaine was in deep shit now if he had gotten my best friend pregnant. These crazy kids didn’t use protection! Oh my good Lord.

Lucky for Monique, I had a couple spare pregnancy tests in my drawers.

Don’t ask.

I gave her the test, and she went into our bathroom to pee on the stick. How would I feel if Monique was pregnant? I honestly had no clue. All I knew was that I would be a rubbish auntie. I hated babies. They were too messy.

Fifteen minutes later, she came out the bathroom, shutting her eyes tightly and passing me the stick. She made her way towards our beige loveseat and sat down, her eyes still shut.

“What does it say?” she asked me. I could hear how anxious she was becoming. I’m not surprised. Babies are work, time and energy. Monique’s still a baby herself to be honest. She can’t handle a kid right now. That’s just the truth.

I began to stare at the test carefully, holding it in my hands gently.

“It’s...”

Two lines means pregnant right? Or is it one? Umm... I can’t remember. I haven’t taken one of these in ages... Okay... It’s definitely two.

“Jess!” she shouted, and just as I was about to reveal the test results, the silly kid fainted.

“Monique!” I shook her gently, trying to get her to come back to me. She can’t just go fainting like this, especially since she’s not pregnant. I just hope that Tremaine isn’t a player and worst of all, a woman beater.

“Monique Isabella Williams! Seriously, wake up girl!” I shook her again, watching her move slightly. Was she playing games or nah?

It took one last shake to wake her up. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the lights around her.

“You’re not pregnant! It’s negative,” I informed her, staring deeply into her pretty brown eyes trying to see if she was okay.

“What?” she queried, confused.

“You passed out before I could say it. I’ve been trying to wake you up ever since, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jess. I’m fine. Is Tremaine coming over?” she questioned me. I could tell that she really wanted to see him.

“Yeah, he should be here any minute…” Suddenly our doorbell rang. “…Now.”

Monique sat up straight on the loveseat. Tremaine was here and that meant confrontation time. She had passed out but I knew it was just the pregnancy test that was getting to her. She knew now that she’s not with child, so I was sure she would be fine.

All she needed to do was talk to Trey.

I got up and went to answer the door, while Monique sat patiently waiting. As soon as I opened the door, my eyes couldn’t stop staring heavenly at the sex god standing right in front of me. True Religion jeans and a blue Ralph Lauren polo never looked so sexy on a man. Wow. Monique was such a lucky girl. This man is rich, amazing in bed and so damn handsome.

“Tremaine, c’mon in!” I invited him in enthusiastically.

“Umm, thanks,” he smiled at me, before spotting Monique sitting on the couch, staring at our switched off plasma screen. He began to walk towards her happily, clearly in the mood to see her.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” I said, before leaving the two freaks in the living room.

I went back to my bedroom, only to hear my phone ringing and I could see it flashing, telling me that someone was calling me.

Butterflies full of excitement began to rise in my stomach, only because I knew it was my man calling. I picked up on the third ring, not looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Baby...” His sexy deep baritone voice was turning me on already.

“Hey.”

“How are you? I missed you, girl,” he said gently.

So he missed me? Really? Interesting.

“I’m fine,” I said, not bothering to asking him how he was or telling him I missed him too.

“What’s wrong, Jess?” he questioned me, automatically clocking that I was angry with him.

“I’m fine,” I responded sternly.

“No you’re not. Is it because I haven’t replied to any of your calls or messages?” he calmly inquired.

“No.”

“Jess... Baby, c’mon... You know I’ve been busy with work.”

“So you say, nigga,” I quietly mumbled, but unfortunately he heard me.

“I have been,” he replied, trying to persuade me.

“Right...”

“You know what, baby? Since you’re acting so childish, I’m coming over.”

What? No... I didn’t wanna see him. “No Ryan, do-”

“Yes, I’m coming. And this will give me the opportunity to apologize to Monique.” Apologize? For what?

“Ryan no, you don’t need to.”

“Yes I do, Jess. She’s your best friend and in order for our relationship to work I have to gain her trust. I’m coming over to apologize to Monique because I invited too many people over to your apartment and I’m coming over to make love to you, all night. Do I make myself clear?”

Oh God.

“Yes daddy,” I sighed deeply, already completely turned on by his dominant side. Oh, Ryan Lewis, my sexy man.

“Good girl. Now, go put on that sexy lingerie of yours I love so much, babe. I’m coming now, to take it all off.”

“Hmmm, I like the sound of that, daddy. Which ones? I have so many that you love.”

“The lilac one, baby. With the roses and the G-string,” he explained seductively and I could tell he was getting turned on imagining me in the lingerie he loved.

But... Wait... Lilac, with roses?

I don’t own a lilac lingerie piece.

“Oh and baby, make sure you got some condoms. I ran out. See you soon,” he quickly said before ending the call.

Wait... He ran out?

We haven’t made love since two days ago. And even then he had a full pack of magnums. We didn’t even fuck that much the night I saw him at the club, only because he was tired and all he really wanted was some head.

So how the hell had he run out of condoms?