Love Me Some You: A Complete Novel (5 page)

~ 6 ~

~ Jessica ~

Monique had gone to work, leaving me all alone. I had been constantly trying my best to take my mind off... I didn’t even want to mention his name. Monique advised me not to think about him, because every time I did it was making me upset.

I just don’t understand why he would do this to me. I never did anything…
Stop Jess! Enough! Time to move on!

I had a photo shoot today, so I had to get ready for that. I had to move on; after all, there was plenty more fishes in the sea. I didn’t have time to be crying over him anymore. I was done with him.

***

“So, we’ve sent your portfolio to the Bailey Agency and we’re just waiting for their opinion on it. But other than that, everything’s going well,” Stacy, my manager said, smiling at me happily.

I knew that becoming an imminent model was making me one popular lady because of her. I honestly didn’t know where I would be without her. She had always been there for me. Thank God for Stacy.

“Thank you, Stacy, am I free to go now?” I asked, sending a quick reply back to Monique. She had gotten home from work and was slightly surprised that I wasn’t at home. It was late and I’m always at home before her.

“Yeah, but there’s someone here to see you. He says he’s been trying to get hold of you all day,” Stacy informed me, breaking my attention away from my iPhone.

“Seriously? I don’t want to speak to anyo-”

As soon as Stacy’s office door opened, I knew exactly who it was. I could immediately feel his dominating presence in the room and it was starting to make me upset again. I didn’t want to see him!

“Stacy, I’ll see you soon,” I said quickly, before getting up from my seat and turning around. I needed to get out of here.
Right. Now.

“Jess,” he spoke. Clearly, seeing me here now was making him happy. After all, I had been avoiding all his calls. I was now in the process of blocking his number permanently from my phone. He was dead to me.

He looked good. Today was a hot day in Los Angeles, so seeing him in khaki shorts, fresh white Jordans and a blue fitted shirt was no surprise to me. He looked more than good. He looked sexy, handsome... All I wanted was his lips on mine. I needed to leave before I lost my damn mind.

“Baby, ple-”

“Get out my way, Ryan,” I told him, in a serious tone. I didn’t have time for his bullshit right now.

“Not until you hear me out,” he replied, clearly not going to take no for an answer. But no was an answer that he just had to deal with.

“No. We’re over. Get out my way.” My voice was starting to break. Seeing Ryan here at my manager’s office was making me nervous.

“Baby, please,” he whispered moving closer and closer to me. What the hell was he playing at? I didn’t want him anywhere near me.

“Ryan, stop. I’m not doing this.” I tried to get past him, but he stopped me, holding my body in his arms. I immediately froze.

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” Stacy said, leaving us together in her office. She had disappeared off into a room behind her desk chair. A room I had never bothered to snoop in.

“Jess, I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ears, trying to pull me into his arms and that’s when I started hitting him.

“You idiot! I loved you! What did I ever do wrong?! I treated you just the way you wanted me to! I did right by you! You fool! I hate you!” As I shouted each word in his face, I hit him, I pushed him away from me. I grabbed him tightly by his blue t-shirt and tried to move him away from me.

“You cheat!” I screamed in his face.

“Jess, please... She was a mistake. I love you.”

“No you don’t. Just leave, Ryan... No, stop.” He ignored my complaints and continued moving towards me and before I knew it, I was in his arms. That’s when I broke down. The tears just kept coming and coming. “I’m sorry, baby,” he kept whispering in my ears over and over again, trying to comfort me.

I felt him lift up my chin and before I knew it, I was staring deeply into his seductive eyes, and his soft lips were on mine. I had missed this for sure. Feeling his smooth lips on mine, and his heavenly tongue diving in, taking control, our tongues couldn’t seem to break from each other and the passion that was growing. I felt one of Ryan’s hands leave my arms and slide down my back, before gripping tightly on to my ass.

I shouldn’t be doing this... Why was I not stopping myself?!

Ryan’s hands squeezed tightly on my firm cheeks that were hidden underneath my black jeans. He then slightly pushed himself onto me even more, allowing me to feel that noticeable bulge. He smelt so good too... Damn.

I instantly broke away from his lips, giving him one slap on his left cheek, snapping into the reality of the big mistake I was making.

“You cheated on ME. So don’t think that you can get some pussy and everything will be okay again, because it won’t be, Ryan,” I warned him, keeping my eyes on him. This was my message to him. We’re over.

“Jess, you can’t leave me!” Ryan instantly blurted out, dropping to his knees and tightly holding onto my legs.

“Don’t do this, Ryan.”

“I can’t let you go. Please girl.” Ryan looked up at me. I could see the sadness in his eyes, but he caused this, not me.

“Ryan, stop.”

“I promise I won’t cheat on you again.”

Now where had I heard that shit before? I was not going to let him think that him saying that was going to allow him straight back into my life. He had ruined everything we had. I was done with him.

I didn’t love him... I didn’t want to love him anymore!

“Jess, please baby... Just let me prove to you how much I still want you.”

***

“Ryan... Damn...”

His hands went straight for my hips, making me moan gently as he flipped me around, pushing my back against my wall. We had just made it to my bedroom and I was trying my best not to wake Monique up. It was now 10pm and it had taken Ryan an hour to drive to from my work place to my apartment. As soon as I opened the door, he was on me like a tiger, pouncing and ready to go.

We had only come back to my apartment to get some of his junk from my room, but things started getting heated in the car ride on our way.

He lifted my head up, placing his mouth to my neck as his wet lips kissed down, turning me on. I bit down on my lip as I felt his hands move towards my hard breasts. My hands quickly grabbed below his shirt, already ready for it to come off his body. I pulled it over his head, chucking it anywhere, not really caring about where it was going.

He helped me remove my jeans, top and lingerie. He grabbed both my ass cheeks and lifted me up around his hips, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist. Then he set me down in the center of my double king sized purple bed.

“Protection Ryan,” I whispered, slightly worried that I was killing the mood. But I was not trying to have his baby. Ain’t nobody got time for that.

“I got it. Don’t worry baby, just relax,” he said, reaching for the condom that he had beside him.

It wasn’t long before I spread my legs apart and reached for his hands. “I love you,” he replied sweetly, locking his hands onto mine.

“Do you love me, Jess?” He was right in between my legs and I stared deeply into his lust filled eyes, as he gently pushed his tip between my wet lips, no longer able to deny either of us of this intense pleasure.

I don’t plan on getting back on with him. I was just using him to make me feel better about the whole situation. I needed some dick to make me feel good and that was it.

He eased his length deep inside of my tightness, pressed my back into my bed and thrusted fully upward into me.

Oh God... He’s still so big. Lord. Our hands locked and our lips locked onto one another, but I couldn’t stop the moans. I just could not. He felt so good inside. My lips left his, only to allow me to sound out how I really felt.

“Harder baby!”

He listened to my loud request, and did as I asked. I whimpered his name and he groaned, thrusting roughly in and out of my wet pussy. My nails were deep into his back, my sign to him that he was doing everything right.

“Do you love me, Jess?” he firmly repeated his question from earlier.

“Uhhhhh... Ryan! Fuck me! Yes, baby, just like that!” His wet dick pumped in and out of my tight pussy, fully thrusting into me with no hesitation. All I could hear was my moans, his groans and the slapping of our skin together.

“Answer me, Jess!”

“Yes, yes! I love you.”

“I’m gonna fuck you all night baby, all night. Tell me how bad you love this dick fuckin’ your tight pussy.”

“Uhhh... I love it baby, I fucking love it!” I moaned louder and louder, completely forgetting that Monique was in the house.

I was almost there. I could feel the strong sensations ready to take over, and I was ready to explode. He was going for the home run. I was going to reach my high. I was ready. I was ready. I was ready!

But only one person had stopped my high. 

She burst through the door angrily, and all I kept thinking was,
shit, she’s going to hate me so much right now.

“Jessica Carter, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” Monique shouted angrily, not caring the slightest that Ryan and I were both butt naked.

~ 7 ~

~ Jessica ~

“Okay Jessica Carter, explain yourself. I won’t interrupt you until the very end.”

“Alright, Monique, what happened was a huge misunderstanding. Yes, I fucked Ryan, but it was an accident. You need to understand that I thought I loved him so much and I constantly went back to him because I thought I loved him and thought I needed him.

We didn’t just fuck that night, we connected and I know I’m sounding really crazy right now, but I thought we were meant to be. I’ve now come to understand that he is a liar and a cheat. When you left I heard him on the phone with one of his hoes and I knew then for sure, that we were not meant to be together.

I honestly do not want anything to do with him anymore, it’s time I moved on. He begged and pleaded for me to forgive him and can you believe he asked me to marry him?! Of course, I said no. A big fat NO. You were right Monique, from the very start. I don’t need Ryan, I never did and I never will.

I need a man that will cater to me and respect me for who I really am. I don’t need a guy that will mistreat me and treat me like a piece of shit or dirt on the back of his shoe. Ryan told me that he wanted me and no else and I fell for his lies. I’m still so mad about falling into his trap but now I know that I was taught a good lesson.

Me and Ryan are history. So don’t worry about having to see me and him together. I’m done Monique. I promise you I’m done with him. Me and him... over.

I just want to say that Moni, I thank you for being such a good friend to me. Thank you for being my best friend in the world. I don’t know what I would do without, thank you for everything, even when I didn’t listen to you, you still stood by me and for that I will forever love and cherish you with all my heart.

You mean the world to me and I’ll never ever, ever forget you. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I pray that you Trey get married one day. I love you, Monique Isabella Williams.”

That night Monique caught Ryan and I, she was so disgusted with me that she decided to pack some things and move in with Tremaine. I honestly thought I had lost her as a friend, and most importantly, a sister.

The tears slowly fell down Monique’s soft cheeks as I said my apologies to her and told her how much I appreciated all she had done for me over the years.

“Mo, don’t cry, or I’ll start tearing up too,” I told her, chuckling slightly at her. I held out my hands for her to hold and she instantly grabbed on to me and gave me a long needed hug.

“I love you too, Jessica Vanessa Carter.”

I’m done with Ryan. I mean it this time... The silly jerk definitely never loved me. All he ever wanted was my pussy and he thought that I was going to marry him?! Can you believe that fool?

Well... It’s time for me to move on. Ryan Lewis is out of my life for good and I’m not looking back. I just wish I never allowed the fool to sleep with me, because now I feel cheap, and it’s as if he’s used me.

Enough about Ryan! He was history. It was time for me to move on. Being single was just something I had to get used to.

***

“You and Trey are freaaaaaks, Moni!” Tasha shouted excitedly at Monique.

“It’s not my fault,” Monique mumbled shyly.

Tasha, my freaky twin, also known as Moni’s baby cousin. She decided to come over to visit Moni and I. I’m so happy she’s here! Not only have I missed the freak, we’ve got so much catching up to do, since we’re both freaks. She needs to give me her new Kamasutra sex positions book and the new toy she bought me.

Tasha is absolutely beautiful. She doesn’t even have to try and be the center of attention, she is the definition of ATTENTION. Everywhere you go with Tasha, boys were always trying to holla at her and get her number. But Tasha was only faithful to one man I knew and that was Bryon.

Tasha.

She was a brown skinned beauty, curvy, flawless skin with long straight hair. She was just so damn beautiful. If I was into girls, she’ll be my second girl, after Moni.

“Tasha, I don’t blame her, I blame Trey and his freakiness. The things these two do at work,” Giselle blurted out.

Giselle, Monique’s assistant and one of our closest girlfriends; our shy little girl, who we all know is secretly a freak, came over too. She’d just recently dumped her boyfriend and she’s decided to be single; however, that won’t last long. Why? Giselle is a gorgeous Latina lady and men always drool after her.

“Yeah, I remember the first time they had sex over here, Moni couldn’t stop moaaaning, and she calls me loud,” I laughed, remembering the day of my party when Tremaine and Monique first had sex.

“I wanna meet this dude, sounds like his dick too bomb.” Tasha licked her lips sexually and bit her fully glossed lips.
Freak!

“Yo! Guuurl, hands off my man, okay?” Monique warned her seriously. Monique didn’t play when it came to Tremaine. They’ve been going out for quite some time now and I’m sure by now they’ve grown some deep feelings for each other. I mean, damn, the silly kids have already professed their love for each other. Although, I personally think that they needed to take things slower. I didn’t want any problems to happen between them.

“Okay, chill Mo, I’m kidding.... Or am I?” Tasha smirked at us, continuing to lick and bite her plump lips.

“Tasha, you nasty. How’s you and Bryon?” I asked her, curiosity couldn’t help but wander in my mind. I always thought that Bryon and Tasha were good together. I’m just waiting to see a ring on that finger.

“B-O-R-I-N-G. I mean this guy has been slipping. We don’t do fun stuff anymore. He’s so boring now. Before, we used to be so adventurous and we would do it anywhere, I mean ANYWHERE! Now he just gets on top and cums too damn quick. He doesn’t even allow me to get mine. I think I wanna break up with him,” she sighed deeply.

Break up with Bryon? Damn, things were that bad?

“Tasha, don’t. Stop playin’, you know you love him, just nudge him in the right direction. I’m sure Monique can give you some advice; after all, we all know she’s a freeeeeeak,” Giselle sang happily. It was true, Monique was the freakiest of us all.

We all looked in Moni’s direction for one reason only. We wanted to know everything!

I’m talking about how he climaxes, does his cum taste nice, can he give head good or nah? All these questions that she needed to answer. Today.

“... Umm, okay,” she began to fidget around with her freshly manicured nails.

“What exactly do you and Tremaine do?” I asked her, before quickly adding, “What does his cum taste like?”

“Jessica! Ewe, staaaaap.” She covered her eyes with her hands. I began to laugh at her, only because she was covering her face as if she was shy or something. We all knew Monique wasn’t a shy girl. 

“Last week we did a little role play game an-”

“Did you dress up?!” Giselle interrupted her, and her eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes,” Monique said shyly. I had already known about this roleplay game, as I helped her pick out her naughty outfit.

“As?” Tasha questioned her.

“A nurse.”

Okay, I don’t know why this chick is frontin’ as if she didn’t enjoy the roleplay. She knows she did. I just had to butt in and tell the girls how things really went down.

“A naughty nurse, she means. I helped pick the outfit and everything. It was so fucking sexy, they even met up at the Hilton hotel and the-”

“Jessica, shut the fuck up and let Mo talk!” Tasha instructed loudly with a silly smirk. “Speak Moni... What happened with you and lover boy?”

Damn, my version was much better. I told the story with more enthusiasm and passion, while on the other hand, Monique told it like a shy little trick.

“We fucked,” she said, no hesitation, just straight to the point.

See what I mean? Shy little trick.

“How?” Giselle asked her “innocently”. We all knew Giselle was freaky too! When she wanted to be, that is.

“I was on top,” Monique informed us, her eyes drifting slightly to her iPhone, only to see the notifications that were coming through.

Probably Trey.

“Damn guuurl, so he let you ride out all night,” Tasha said happily.

“Did you give him head?” Giselle questioned her eagerly.

“Ye-”

The doorbell interrupted her from answering Giselle’s question and from the look on her face, I could tell she was relieved. She had been saved by the bell.

“I’ll get it!” Giselle jumped up happily. I could tell that she secretly wished it was Trey. Only because she wanted to harass him with questions about his relationship with Moni.

We watched as Giselle quickly went to answer the door and shouted, “Mo, it’s for you!”

Monique got up and made her way to the door, with Tasha and I trailing right behind her. We were hoping it was Trey too. Lord knows I haven’t seen that handsome dude in forever.

At the door stood a white man in a black suit, with a medium sized velvet bow tied box with a small envelope placed on top.

“Monique Williams?” he asked her.

“Yes?”

“This is for you,” he said and attempted to hand Mo the box but thankfully, Tasha grabbed it and ran off, back to the living room making Giselle and I hype up with excitement.

“Thanks,” I heard Monique tell him as she slowly closed her apartment door.

While Giselle grabbed the small white envelope that sat on the box, we were hoping it was a love letter from Trey, but it was something even better!

“Oh my gosh!” I screamed, unable to control my emotions as I saw the tickets to Miami.

“We’re going to Miami!” Giselle screamed as she opened the envelope fully and brought out the four plane tickets that laid inside.

“Look, all our names, and a note from... Tremaine.” Tasha smiled to herself, probably gassed that Trey knew she existed.

Monique snatched it out of her hands before she could even read a single word. But we stayed beside her and read the note.

To my beautiful baby Monique,

I’ve booked four plane tickets for you and your girls to Miami. I figured you needed a holiday. I love you baby, I’ll see you soon, can’t wait till you’re all mine.

Trey x

“Awww, he’s too sweet,” Tasha cooed in Monique’s ear.

“We better get packing girls, we’re going to Miami!” I shouted loudly, jumping up and down. Thank God for Tremaine. He’s tooooooo sweet!

“I can’t wait! This is going to be an amazing trip! And I don’t even need to pay for shit!” Tasha squealed with delight.

Our attention was back on Monique, who had been awfully quiet looking at the velvet box that Tremaine had bought her. In her hand she had a small jewelry box. Her eyes widened as she opened the jewelry box. We all immediately ran next to her to take a peek. Inside laid diamond earrings that looked like they had cost a fortune.

“Damn, he’s rich too? Monique, you got in lucky. Guurl, these earrings are too gorgeous!” Tasha said as she admired the earrings.

Damn... Tremaine really knows how to spoil a girl. But what I want to know is why he’s spoiling her so much. Is he hiding something?

Suddenly, Monique’s phone starting ringing. It was currently placed on the other side of the room, on the middle couch. Big mistake. Never leave your phone unattended around your girls. They’ll want to know exactly who is calling you, especially if you have a fine boyfriend.

Tasha, Giselle and I eyed the couch suspiciously and I instantly knew this would be a fight to death.

We all wanted to speak to Tremaine, despite the fact he was Moni’s man. We just wanted to know the deal. Was he planning to marry her or what was he up too? That’s what I wanted to know the most.

I quickly ran towards the couch, but slipped, resulting in Giselle who was right behind me to trip. We fell on top of each other laughing. Monique quickly darted towards her phone but Tasha was too fast. She jumped over the coffee table and answered Mo’s phone without even bothering to ask.

“Is this Tremaine? This is Tasha, Moni’s cousin, thanks for the tickets, so are you coming too ‘cause I reall-”

“Bitch, pass me my phone!” Monique said as she snatched the phone out Tasha’s hands.

“Baby?” she asked him seductively, causing me to smirk at her. Unfortunately, we couldn’t hear anything he was saying to her.

“Hi...” she said awkwardly.

“Uh-huh...”

“Only if you want me to, baby...”

We all started giggling and making kissing noises, before singing, “MONIQUE AND TREMAINE K-I-S-S-I-N-G...”

“Trey, hold on babe, I need to leave these silly girls,” she said as she walked off immediately to her room and flipped the bird to us.

I’m happy for her, honestly. She’s found someone who treats her right, looks after her and gives her all the loving she deserves.

She’s so lucky.

***

“I can’t believe we’re actually here!” Tasha said, as she dragged her pink polka dot suitcase along. The excitement had definitely gone to her head. She couldn’t stop singing about it on Trey’s private jet, which he had allowed us on.