Nude Awakening II (12 page)

Jurnee leaned her head back, closing her eyes. “I don't believe in love no more. All I do now is care about those that mean something to me.”

“You shouldn't be that way.”

“Too much heartbreak has made me this way.”

“Well, I ain't trying to ‘cause you no more pain.”

“I know.” She smiled. “Right now you're my sunshine.”

“Good, let's keep it that way.”

Jurnee sat up and reached for a rag. “Um, like I said. I'm all for the date tonight. But the ‘no sex'. I might have an issue with that. I know I won't be forced to use my hands, will I?”

“Damn. You tryin' to wear a nigga out.” He laughed. “But yo, you know I'ma take care of your needs.”

“Now you're talking.”

“Ai'ight. How wild you wanna get tonight?”

“Remember how you fingered my ass last night? Well, tonight I wanna feel your tongue back there.”

“That's all?”

“There's more. I want you to fuck me in my ass tonight, and I don't want you to stop until you cum inside me.”

“You won't have to ask me twice.”

“Is your dick hard?”

“You know it is.”

“Well, I can't—” She was suddenly interrupted by the doorbell. “Hold on, somebody at the front door.”

“I heard.”

Jurnee quickly got out of the tub. “Let me go peek out the window right quick,” she said, leaving the phone behind. When she reached the curtains, she inched them apart, frowning at the sight of the dark silver BMW 640i parked behind her SLS.

CHAPTER

Thirteen

Back to the Old Me

Trevon had to end his call with Jurnee before she was able to tell him who was at the front door. He was now making his way up to Janelle's office after getting a signal from the third floor receptionist. When he stepped inside the elevator, he nodded at a thick Black female with blonde hair. She had on a pair of yellow peep-toe heels and a form-fitting white sundress. Her large breasts were stretching the thin fabric of the dress, showing off her gumdrop nipple prints.

“The man of the hour,” she said a second after the elevator doors slid shut. “Trevon. . . . Mmm, I finally get to see you in person.” She extended her hand. “My name is Brooke Vee.” She smiled. “Ms. Babin gave me the name since I favor Brooke Valentine. I'm a new fan. I saw that film you did with my girl Kandi.”

Trevon still had a way to go before he was used to his new fame. “Thanks, I'm glad you liked it.”

She played with the tips of her hair extensions. “It's fucked up how Kandi peeled out on you.”

Trevon sighed. “She's old news.”

“Shit happens,” she said, checking out how he was dressed. She was giving him points on his grown man attire. Trevon was sporting all white Gucci linen slacks and a button-down shirt with a pair of gators.

Trevon couldn't help but stare at her cleavage. “You do porn?” he asked when he noticed she wore a similar rose gold necklace like his own. It also held a rose gold diamond encrusted AEF medallion.

“Yeah. But I'm just coming back from having a baby.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Girl.”

“So you're new here or what?”

“Nah. I got a year and a half in the biz.”

“You like it?”

She nodded. “Wouldn't trade it for nothing. I don't lack for nothing and neither will my baby.”

“How many films have you made?”

“Nine.”

“Guess I need to check 'em out and support you.”

“That's what's up.”

“Who knows . . . maybe we'll do a film together.”

Brooke Vee started grinning. “My contract is already filled, honey. But since Kandi done bumped her head I ain't got no problem seeing you outside of this office.”

“You got a man?”

“No, I'm single. My baby's daddy is in the NFL and married. I'm okay with it because I knew the deal before I got pregnant.” She shrugged.

“Ai'ight. I guess we can exchange numbers if you want to.”

“That's what's up for real.”

The two exchanged numbers just as the elevator slowed to a stop.

“I'll get up with you,” he said before he made his exit.

“Make sure you do that because if you don't, I will.” She winked as the doors slid shut.

Trevon wondered if his life would be better off without Kandi? Maybe Jurnee was right about saying he needed to enjoy his freedom.

“Hey, Ruby. What's up, baby?” he said, playfully flirting with Janelle's personal receptionist.

“You, with you handsome self,” she replied, grinning ear to ear.

“The boss lady ready for me?”

“Yes. And I'm sorry to hear about you and Kandi.”

Trevon forced himself to smile. “I'm good. If it was meant to be. Well, you know the saying.”

Ruby nodded, pushing her glasses up her nose. Trevon didn't waste his time asking how she knew about his personal life. He was learning firsthand about the power of Twitter and Facebook when it came to speaking to the public about other folks' business.

As always, even though Janelle was expecting him, he paused to knock on the door.

“It's open, Trevon.”

Entering her office, he was instantly drawn to her stunning looks. If Keri Hilson had a clone, it would be Janelle. Today she wore a green mesh blouse with an elegant pearl necklace. Her long natural hair was set in a spiral of large bouncy curls that framed her round face. Smiling, she motioned him to sit. “You're looking better than the news that comes before you.”

“Talkin' ‘bout my issue with LaToria?”

Janelle nodded. “I talked to Jurnee, and as shocking as it may be. It's life, Trevon.”

“I'm learning that.”

Janelle drummed her glossy fingernails on the desk. “Mentally, are you okay? Do you need to take some time off?”

“That's the last thing I need,” he said, sliding to the edge of the chair. “I want to move forward. Yeah, I'm hurt over losing LaToria, but I ain't gonna let it drag me down. Ai'ight, you signed me because you really believe I can be a star, right?”

She nodded.

“Well, I think I need to do more than five more films. I want this to be my life. I want to be the best! And Jurnee can be my manager.”

Janelle could hear the new determination in his voice. If his mind was set on his career and not love, then it was a change she would welcome. Her opinion of him and Jurnee fucking wasn't a big surprise. She had known the urge was on Jurnee's shoulders when she told her about the oral threesome. Janelle also knew how Jurnee could draw the line between business and pleasure. Making up her mind, she leaned forward, making direct eye contact with Trevon. “If you're ready to make a career of doing porn I'll back you one hundred percent.”

Trevon thought about his future. He wanted his own shit, his own money, plus the freedom to do what pleased him. Things that he wanted most—true love and a family—he would have to store it away. Besides, didn't LaToria just prove that love was just a mere word? Moving off the hurt he still felt toward his loss, he told Janelle he was ready to be a star. Keeping Jurnee's suggestion of a future threesome film in mind, he also shared her ideas with Janelle. She said she would give the idea some thought. Several minutes later, Ruby interrupted the meeting causing Janelle to instantly frown.

“Ms. Babin, please forgive me. But there's an issue going on down in the lobby on the first floor!” Ruby's voice emitted from the intercom by Janelle's wrist.

“What type of issue? Isn't security on post?”

“Yes. But I feel you need to be made aware of who it is.”

Janelle waited for Ruby to continue. “Who is it?”

“It's the CEO of Bigg Dog Records, D-Hot. He's down there with his crew trying to force his way up. I heard he's looking for Brooke Vee. It don't look good. Our security is really outnumbered.”

“I don't need this shit!” Janelle muttered. “Listen, call the police and get Brooke Vee in my office ASAP!”

“I'm on it.”

Janelle rubbed her temple as Trevon stood. “Where are you going?”

“Down to the first floor. Sounds like your boys need some help.”

“Trevon, no—”

“Chill,” he said, moving for the door. “Let me handle this.”

Janelle did something she rarely did. She stayed quiet, going against her better judgment.

***

“Just tell that ‘ho to bring me my fucking chain!” D-Hot shouted in the lobby with his ten man crew backing him up. He stood chest to chest with three AEF security guards that were trying to end the tension peacefully.

“Sir,” the middle guard said, holding his palms up as he spoke. “Please lower your voice and explain what—”

“The bitch stole—I mean, she stole my muthafucking chain!” D-Hot shouted even louder. “Now, somebody gonna bring that bitch down with my chain, or I'ma go up and find 'er my damn self!”

“How and when was it stolen, sir?” the guard asked.

D-Hot balled up his fist. “Muthafucka, I ain't come here to file no gotdamn report! I came here to get my shit! I know that stealin' ass bitch is here because her ride is out back! Right now, I ain't the one to be foolin' wit'!” D-Hot grilled the evenly height white security guard. “Oh yeah.” He sneered. “My crew got guns too, and I know you ain't trying to go there. Last chance. Get that bitch down—”

All heads turned to the elevator when it pinged. D-Hot started to rush ahead, but he paused when Trevon stepped out.

D-Hot remembered Trevon easily. “Where Brooke Vee!” D-Hot bassed.

“She around,” Trevon said, walking up to D-Hot and his crew.

D-Hot shook his head. “Oh, you must be fucking that ‘ho since you coming down here on some captain save-a-ho shit!”

“Nah, I'm just trying to see what's up. This is a place of business.” Trevon crossed his large arms, staring at D-Hot's chubby face.

“Nigga, that He-Man shit don't hold no weight wit' me!”

“It must do somethin' for you to notice.”

D-Hot glanced back at his crew. “Y'all see this nigga here?” He turned back to Trevon and then lowered his voice, so only Trevon could hear him. “Nigga, I ain't come here to play no games. Yeah, I heard ‘bout cha. But know this. I ain't that lame ass nigga Swagga or his goofball Yaffa that you laid down. Now, that bitch gonna bring her ass down here, or there gone be some major problems.”

“Bruh, I couldn't understand you ‘cause I'm used to only females whispering in my ear.”

D-Hot's nostrils flared. “Oh, you one of them smart mouth niggas!”

“Just trying to settle this shit, bruh,” Trevon said, chancing that D-Hot was bluffing. A man of his status wouldn't risk the chance of a bullshit charge over a chain. Trevon stood his ground with the three security guards confronting D-Hot. Trevon was fully aware of the egos that had to keep their rank. D-Hot had to be the man. Trevon could feel it. He came down on the strength of Janelle, not Brooke Vee. Tension bounced back and forth, filling the lobby with the stench of bad vibes. Trevon uncrossed his arms. He would never underestimate the next man when it came to beef. Trevon remained unflappable as he stood showing no fear, keeping his temper in check.

“Yeah.” D-Hot sneered, again grilling Trevon. “This a place of biz, my nig. But we both know that ‘ho can't hide fo'ever. Now, since you wanna jump in this shit. Don't holler when it starts to stink.”

Trevon was done exchanging mere words. His entire body was ready to spring at the slightest provocation from D-Hot. One of the guards on Trevon's left laid a hand on his shoulder, giving him a concerned look.

D-Hot saw the exchange. “Yeah, you don't want no problems, son.” D-Hot eyed Trevon up and down. “But be sure to tell that bitch that I'll catch her around. And you can keep that in mind too, playboy.” D-Hot sucked his teeth, backing away from Trevon and the three guards. When he was sure he had Trevon's attention, he lifted the hem of his large multi-colored Versace shirt revealing the butt of a gun.

***

Trevon later sat alone in Janelle's office while she was down on the first floor talking with the police. D-Hot and his team sped off a mere two minutes prior to the cops' arrival in a caravan of three Toyota Land Cruisers. Janelle didn't want Trevon to even be questioned by the police. On her call, she also made it clear to the guards that they weren't to mention anything about D-Hot having a gun. She didn't want any bad publicity raining on her company. Trevon was slumped deep into the chair staring aimlessly at the olive green wall. D-Hot had him unstable by flashing his heat in his face. He could feel his mind-set edging back toward his
I-don't-give-a-fuck
mode. Day by day, he was quickly learning the ropes of how unpredictable life could be. Things were faster, and the risk ran deeper than his time spent in prison. The taste of being helpless was sour over him. D-Hot could have taken things to a level that Trevon very well knew he wasn't prepared to handle.

“Never again,” he whispered with conviction. Sighing, he rose and went to take a seat on the sofa to his left. He was preparing to make a call to Jurnee when Janelle pushed the door open.

“I can't believe D-Hot did this shit today!” She stood with her hands on her hips. “I knew I shouldn't have allowed . . .  I mean . . . fuck!” She stomped.

“Now it's my turn to tell you to sit down and relax,” Trevon told her.

Janelle sat down on the edge of her desk crossing her arms. “That was crazy what you did down there.”

He shrugged his big shoulders.

“From what I was told, you had a lot to say to D-Hot.”

“I was just trying to make things calm,” he said with a deadpan expression.

She cleared her throat. “Next time, let's let the security do their job.”

“I feel you.”

Janelle slid off the desk and then sat down beside Trevon, turning slightly to face him. “Don't get yourself caught up in no bullshit, Trevon. I can only imagine how you're keeping it all together up here.” She tapped her head. “But you gotta do what's right for Trevon from here on out. Now, about you and Kandi . . . I'll leave that alone. Because from what Jurnee told me, I'm just at a loss of words on that. But anyway, you came here to speak on your future with Amatory, and like I said before, I'll back you. Now as for Jurnee being your manager, that's an excellent idea.”