Pop Jordan:
Ok! I’ll be there.
The Night To Talk. . .
Thank God it was the summer break, finally. I didn’t think that I would have been able to survive knowing that four of the victims were my current students. Jacob had been busy as hell. His sick sweet spot was between the ages of twelve and fifteen.
I never grasped how much I hated his ass until that cookout. Until then, I hadn’t seen him since I was thirteen. I didn’t realize that he even still lived in Clover.
Two nights after the cookout, the nightmares started. It was so unexpected since I didn’t have any when I was younger. Yes, when my father came to pick me up the next summer, there was fear. I didn’t want to go, and my mother made sure I never had to again if I didn’t want to. I still never had nightmares. Bolt feltthat the sudden interaction with Jacob and what happened at the cookout was a trigger.
Everyone had been by my side during this whole ordeal. I thought that Joshua wouldn’t be supportive. It couldn’t have been easy to hear that your father knew his brother did things to your sister but did nothing. It was clear it wasn’t easy when he beat our father’s ass.
“Baby, you want me to make you some tea? You look like you need a nap.” Mama Sandra hovered over me.
She was right, I did need a nap. I was exhausted. “Please, I am tired. I guess I’ll take a nap before dinner.”
She gave me this weird look with a smirk. “Mmm, okay. Go ahead in the room and I’ll bring it to you.”
I giggled. “Whatever, Mama Sandra. I’m not messing with you.”
“You don’t have to mess with me. Just know that I know what I know.” She sashayed into the kitchen.
I stayed between Bolt’s mama and grandma’s house and his. It felt like he slick moved me in, but that was another subject altogether. I loved my house because of its roots, but my baby’s house was the things that dream homes were made of. If he did tell me that I lived there, I didn’t think I would object.
When I got into the bedroom that Bolt and I stayed in when we were here, I took a shower. Just as I finished getting dressed, there was a light knock on the door. My baby walked into the room with a cup of tea and his sexy smile. “Mama said you wanted some tea.”
“I do, but now I think I want you,” I said with a wink and sexy smirk.
The way this man had taken care of me was top-tier. Everything about his love was sexy and made me love him more every day. He set the cup down on the coaster that was on thebedside table. He stood in front of me. “Is that what you want, baby? You know your ass can’t get this dick without being loud.”
My nose scrunched. He didn’t have to call me out. “Okay, well, I can take the tongue. I said I wanted to take a nap, so that will definitely put me to sleep.”
He chuckled. “I got you. Your tea is gonna be cold.”
I didn’t give a damn. I slid back on the bed, lay back, and spread my legs to showcase my pretty pussy. When I grabbed a pillow and put it on my chest, he asked why I had the pillow. “Just in case I get loud, I can muffle myself.”
He laughed, but he pulled my leg to put this beautiful pussy in his face. By the time he finished feasting, my eyelids were low.Fuck that tea.
Let’s Talk. . .
It was time for dinner, and it was tense. Jordan arrived about twenty minutes ago. Mama Sandra wasted no time setting the dinner on the table so we could eat.
Her and Granny Cat made a spread that I knew would put me to sleep. There was fried chicken, fried pork chops, collard greens with neckbones, macaroni and cheese, yams, and cornbread. I loved good eating.
As soon as our butts hit the chairs, Granny Cat said grace, and we started to eat. The only other person outside of Mama, Granny, Bolt, Jordan, and me was Joshua. Bolt felt it was important that he was a part of the conversation.
After my second piece of chicken, I was ready to talk. I was tired and ready to go to sleep. My fork clinked on the plate. “So, Jordan, what do you want to talk about?”
He cleared his throat before he set his fork on the plate. “Oh, yes. Um, I wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing. I know a lot is going on.”
Bolt chuckled. “You came over here to ask how she’s doing? That’s a stupid ass question.”
I placed my hand on his leg. “Baby, it’s alright. I can answer the question.” I gave him a warm smile. I kept my attention on my baby, but I answered Jordan. “I am doing as well as I can, considering the circumstance. It’s a messed-up situation, but I’m happy that justice will be served.”
“Yeah, it is a crazy situation. I’m in disbelief about all of this,” Jordan said flatly. He picked his fork back up like that statement was alright.
It wasn’t alright, and it pissed me the hell off. “Are you serious? Did you really say that you are in disbelief? I’m confused how you could be in disbelief when I told you when I was thirteen years old that your perverted brother tried to rape me but resorted to a lesser tactic. What did you think would happen?”
