Love Me Some You: A Complete Novel (7 page)

That was it. We were done. Over. And there was nothing I could do about it. I never thought we would end like this. I never thought we would ever end. My baby, my boo, my woman. Over.

Tiffany had already made her way inside, while I stayed outside still reminiscing about Monique.

My baby. Gone out of my life.

I couldn’t just let things lie like this.

~ Jessica ~

“Jess! Open up! I know she’s in there!”

This silly boy. He really must have been dumb or just plain stupid to think that I would let him see Monique after what he had done. He didn’t deserve to be with a wonderful woman like her. He had his chance and blew it, so now he needs to leave her alone. She’s done with him. She’s already had one ex-boyfriend cheat on her before and to experience another one, was pure torture for her.

“Jess! OPEN this door, right now!” Tremaine continued to pound loudly on my apartment door, clearly not caring that I was trying to take a long needed nap. I don’t understand why he was even bothering to come over here, like he cares. He’s got a baby on the way with Tiffany. He should be with her. I mean, he cheated with her, breaking Monique’s heart. Lord knows I hate him so much! I slowly got up from my sofa and went to open the door.

“Jess op-” He quickly took a step back, stopping his shouts and pounding on my door.

“What?!” I said as I swung the door open, annoyed.

“I need to see Monique,” he began gently, trying to compose himself and taking a peek inside.

“She’s not here,” I said sternly, looking at him up and down rudely.

“Jess, don’t lie to me.” He stared deeply into my eyes, trying to see if I was lying.

“I’m not, she’s not here.” Who did this idiot think he was?

“Where is she then?” he questioned me, clearly thinking that she was probably close by so he could go run off and find her. But hell no!

“New York. Bye, fool!” I said nonchalantly and swung the door loudly in his face.

I dropped Monique off at the airport this morning. I’m glad she accepted the job offer and was gone to New York. She needed to get her mind off Tremaine and New York was the only thing that was going to help with that. She also found out that she wasn’t pregnant and what she was experiencing was just a mild case of PMS. I just wish she didn’t have to go so far away, but I guess I’ll just have to cope without her.

I’ll miss her though...

~ 9 ~

~ Jessica ~

“Don’t talk to me, boy. I’m here to get Monique’s things and that’s it. And don’t even think for one second that you can ask me about how she’s doing in New York, because I’m not telling you shit,” I warned Tremaine, waiting for him to show me where Monique’s things were.

“Okay,” he said quietly. She had only been gone a week and he was already looking like a lost puppy. It’s his fault anyway. You don’t cheat on your girl with your baby mama! “Her stuff is in my room upstairs.”

I didn’t bother replying. I walked quickly with my cardboard box in my hands and went up his golden stairs. He reluctantly followed me behind. He knew that I didn’t want to be here right now. This was the last place on earth that I wanted to be at right now.

I’m only doing this because Monique asked. If she didn’t ask I wouldn’t have to be in this ugly, big ass mansion of Tremaine’s.

“But Jess, how is sh-”

“She’s fine,” I snapped at him, quickly walking down his corridor to head to his room where I knew Monique’s stuff was.

Her stuff was neatly packed on the top of his king sized bed, and I quickly got to work and placed her stuff in the cardboard box I had brought with me.

“Jess, I am sorry. I never meant for things to turn out the way they did.”

I decided to ignore him and all his silly words that I didn’t care about right now. He could go to hell, and take that bitch, Tiffany right along with him.

“I understand you don’t want me to speak to you or Monique for that matter, but you must know that I love her so much.”

I wanted to slap him. Slap him for his lies. But instead, I continued to pack Monique’s things into my box. I was angry, tired and fed up with Tremaine and I had only been in his house for ten minutes. If he “loved” her like he said he did, why did he sleep with another woman and cheat on her?

He said he loved her, but his actions showed me a completely different thing.

Once Monique’s stuff had been packed away, this was my time to leave. I no longer wanted to be in the same room as Mr. Tremaine Neverson, the cheater.

I picked up the box, and turned to face Trey, who was standing by the wall. I had only noticed now how tired his eyes looked. It was as if he had been crying.

“Bye,” I said rudely to him, before passing him and leaving his room.

“Jess... Wait.”

I ignored him and continued making my way down his stairs, only to suddenly stop midway.

Why did I stop?

Because I, Jessica Carter, had just come across the most attractive man that I had seen in my entire life.

Lord...
Was I dreaming?

From the way he was looking at me, licking and biting his juicy, thick lips, I knew that this wasn’t a dream and that this guy was real. He was wearing black sweatpants, a red fitted t-shirt and on his feet he wore fresh, clean white socks. He was rocking a causal look, and still making it look sexy to me.

He was about six feet, like Tremaine, and underneath that fitted shirt, I could definitely see that toned six pack and those bulging muscles. He was one good looking man, with his smooth mocha skin complexion and his bold, chestnut brown eyes. I knew that from the way he was looking back up at me, that he could feel something too.

This was no dream. He was one beautiful man, standing here in the flesh, staring up at me.

~ Forrest ~

I knew it was her from the moment I saw her come down those stairs.

Tremaine wouldn’t stop going on and on about her because she was the only way of him gaining any contact with Monique.

Unfortunately for him, Monique wanted nothing to do with him after he cheated on her.

Her name was Jessica, but Trey usually called her Jess.

Lord knows I wished I had met her sooner. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her stunning milk chocolate skin complexion, and those piercing brown eyes. From what I could see, hidden underneath those tight blue jeans and that pink jumper, she had one nice slim, but curvy body. She was beautiful.

She had frozen midway on the steps, staring at me. She wouldn’t take her eyes off me, and I wouldn’t take my eyes off her. No words were needed to describe what I was feeling right now. I just hoped she was feeling me too.

“Jess,” Trey called out to her, before coming down the steps to her.

She took this as the perfect opportunity to quickly move down the stairs, past me, and walk towards Tremaine’s house door.

“Jess, please! Just hear me out. I beg you,” Tremaine pleaded with her, running down the steps towards her.

She was now standing right in front of Trey’s door. She could leave right now if she really wanted to, but as soon as she turned around to face Trey, I knew she staying.

“Five minutes,” she said in a sharp, serious tone before walking towards Tremaine’s kitchen. Tremaine and I both followed her inside. I was just hoping she stayed longer than planned. I just wanted to stand in the corner and watch her talk.

She took a seat on one of the kitchen leather stools, and placed Monique’s box of things on the kitchen counter.

Tremaine finally took this opportunity to introduce me to her. “Jess, this is my brother, Forrest.”

She sighed deeply and nodded, keeping her eyes on her perfectly red painted nails. I guessed they were more important than looking up at me.

“Jess, I really need you to tell me where she is.”

“No,” she snapped, not taking her eyes off her nails.

“Jess, I love her and can’t live without her,” Tremaine tried to persuade her, but I could already tell that Jessica was the type of girl that could not be persuaded so easily.

“No Tremaine. I’m not telling you where my best friend is. Why? Because you don’t deserve a beautiful woman like her. You cheated on her, with your baby mama. So go and love your baby mama boy, not Monique,” she said, telling him her thoughts.

I agree that what Trey did was wrong, but everybody makes mistakes, right? Everyone should be allowed a second chance, right?

“Jess, what part of I fucking love her don’t you understand?!” Tremaine began to raise his voice at her. I knew that he was becoming more and more frustrated, because being away from Monique was killing him inside.

I haven’t even met the girl, but from what Trey had told me about her, she sounded great. I just hope he’ll be able to get her back.

“Don’t be raising your voice at me, Trey! I’m not going to let you think for one second that you can get me to surrender to you just by shouting. Don’t forget who you’re talking to, mister.”

Oh... So she was feisty? Hmm... I love my women feisty.

“Jess, look... I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t even think properly without her being here. I need her back,” Tremaine told her gently, his voice cracking slightly. I just hoped this nigga didn’t start crying again, because last time he started crying, he didn’t stop for hours.

“Trey, you need to give her some space. You broke her heart, don’t forget that. Even if I tell you where she is, she won’t want to see you.”

And those last few lines did it for Trey. He walked out the kitchen with his hands covering his face.

He had left the kitchen, to go cry about his love, leaving Jess and I alone.

~ Jessica ~

We were alone, only because Trey needed some more “crying” time to reminisce about Monique. Honestly, he brought this on himself. He shouldn’t have cheated on her, then he wouldn’t have lost her.

His name was Forrest. It wasn’t your typical male name, but I liked it. It was different, unique and beautiful. Just like he was. I was trying my very best not to look up and him because every time I looked at him, I felt something inside me fire up.

My heart was beating fast, and my knees were feeling weak. This is what this fine, sexy man was doing to me and I hadn’t even heard him speak. I hardly knew anything about him.

“Hey,” he finally decided to break the awkward silence.

“Hi,” I said quietly, finally looking up at him. The way he was staring at me was making me feel slightly intimidated. Only because he had a bold, intense gaze, which slightly turned me on at the same time.

“How are you copin’ without Monique?”

I only realized now that he had a sexy Virginian accent, which only added to his already gorgeous persona. His deep, baritone voice was proof to me that this man was beautiful. However, I was scared that he was another Tremaine. A player. A smooth operator. A cheater.

“I’m doing fine. I miss her though,” I informed him, not taking my eyes off his. God knows I’m happy that I saw this fine hunk of a man today, or else I don’t think we would have met at all.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be just fine without her,” he smiled at me, crossing his muscular arms across his red fitted t-shirt, making me wonder how good those hidden muscles would look without his shirt.

Even his smile was beautiful. White pearly teeth sparkling, and those thick, luscious lips.

“Yeah. I just hope I don’t get into too much trouble without her being around.” I smiled back at him, happy that we were actually having a conversation together.

“What kind of trouble?” He smirked at me, licking those smooth lips of his.

I began to chuckle. “Trouble that’s for me to know and for you to find out,” I winked at him, enjoying the little tease game he had started.

“Hmmm... But you gotta give me clues though.”

“Well, last time Monique left me to go visit her family, I ended up in Dubai, with a new fiancé and a new tattoo, in a place I had never imagined to get one in.” I began to laugh to myself at the memory of Dubai. Those were the days when freaky Jess was alive. When there was no one called Ryan Lewis.

“Fiancé? Wow, and where is he now?” he questioned me, trying to find out if I was single or not. He thought he was sly, but I knew what he was trying to do. Fortunately for me, I had secrets that would blow his mind.

“My fiancé? Monaé’s still a freak, living life in South Africa.”

I could tell by the look on his face that he was shocked. Even I was shocked when I woke up that day, only to find out I had gotten engaged to a complete female stranger, who I had just happened to be partying with the night before.

“Damn girl, who would have thought... So are you only attracted to females?”

“I’m not attracted to females. Monaé was a very drunk mistake. I only like dicks.”

Wait... Did I really just say that?

“Wow, that’s good then,” he grinned widely at me, bringing one of his hands up to scratch his freshly waved hair. His waves looked good on his head. They had been done professionally and neat, just the way I loved them.

“Why is that good?” I asked him, still admiring everything about this sexy man. Tall, light caramel, very attractive and muscular. All for me to stare at right now.

“Because that means I have a better chance of seeing where your mysterious tattoo is.”

I began to laugh again, only because this guy thought he was slick! But I was about to play him at his own game.

“Where do you think it is, Forrest?” I questioned him seductively, and very happy that I had now had the chance to say his name. I loved the way it rolled off my tongue.

“Somewhere naughty.” One lick of his lips again, and I was automatically turned on completely.

“Naughty?” I asked him jokingly, knowing exactly where he meant when he said naughty.

“Yes... Somewhere very naughty,” he replied sexily.

I smiled to myself, as I began to wonder if I would ever let Forrest see my tattoo.

“Well, I can’t lie to you. It’s in a personal place.”

“Will you ever let me see it?”

Oh God...

“Maybe,” I sighed deeply. The longer I stayed in the kitchen with him, the more I was finding myself becoming more and more sexually frustrated. It was time for me to go.

“It was nice meeting you, Forrest.” I began to get up from my seat, picked up Monique’s things and started making my way towards the kitchen door.

“You’re going?” he questioned me, clearly disappointed that I was leaving so soon. He was now standing in front of the kitchen door, stopping me from leaving.

“Yeah...”

“Stay with me,” he said, only to realize how desperate he was for me to stay. “I mean... Keep me company for a while. Trey’s no fun, all he wants to do is cry all day. I need someone to keep me entertained.”

“And that person is me?” I questioned him, clearly thinking he wasn’t serious.

“Yes.”

He was serious. I sighed deeply again. This man really was trying to make me fall crazy in love with him.

“Okay,” I nodded at him. “I’ll stay, but just for a little while.”

“Thank you, Jessica.”

Damn, even the way he said my name sounded too sexy to me.

Let’s just say a “little while” turned into three hours. During the three hours, I found out so many things about Forrest. Firstly, he was twenty-three, one year older than me and he was Trey’s half-brother. That explained why they had different surnames and why they had different skin complexions.