She moans, creating something even more feral, something that hasn’t come to surface. I pull back before I’m tempted to take her on the couch, spreading her for my own pleasure.
“Be a good girl, and wait for me.”
She nods.
“You’ll learn to use your words. You’ve had no problem before.” I give her one final kiss on the cheek before leaving her.
It is time to tell her everything and what her own Cedric may have gotten himself into and possibly why.
I bring the phone up to my ear, and the call goes straight to voicemail. I try again and am rewarded with a dark, grumble.
“Brother this better be important,” Jackson says.
“Would I be calling if it wasn’t?” I say.
“Debatable, you have 30 seconds.” he grumbles before I hear inaudible whispers.
I shut my eyes trying to block out what may happen. “I interrupted something didn’t I?”
He growls, “20 seconds.”
“I need to speak with your ole lady,” I say, quickly.
An uncontainable giggle sparks out. “Grumps. I’m giving you a minute.”
“A MINUTE!” Jacksons yells. There’s muffled sounds, but unfortunately I can’t hear it until, “..my dick is buried in you, right?”
“Yesmo chroi, and if you want to get back to it, let’s finish the call and then I’ll make it up to you..”
I clear my throat. “I don’t need to know about y’all’s sex lives. Tessa, I’m going to tell Charlotte everything.”
“Keola Eli, no!” Tessa screams out. “Alexander Jackson, I swear, don’t you dare.” She rushes out. I need to end this phone call now.
“Things are a lot deeper than we anticipated.” I hang my head, I couldn’t stop the words coming out like that.
“Hm, they will be.” Jackson whispers.
“Y’all fucking realize I can hear you. Look Tessa, if we don’t tell her now, she and more kids are going to get hurt. Plus she’ll keep digging until she finds out the truth and she’ll be pissed if we didn’t tell when we had the chance. After tonight, I got my answers to explain my theories,” I say.
She goes quiet for a moment before she says, “Okay. But Keola, if she kills you in the end, I’m not responsible for your actions. I end the call before anything else. I have one more call to make.
“Rawlings.” I greet the call.
“Keola.”
“I already gave Tessa a heads up, but she needs to know. And needs to know now.” I quickly put it.
“Hold on.” Rawlings says as I hear movement. “Red, stay right here.”
“Another red head.”What is this man’s deal with redheads?
“Theredhead.” he growls out.
“Why do you make it sound like you hunted her down?” Should I be concerned? I thought I was bad.
“She’s stuck with me, she just doesn't know that yet.” He laughs before barking out, “Now explain why the teacher has to know.”
“Because what we thought does tie in more with the foundation and our business than we like to admit. The more we deny any information, she’s going to find out. She won’t stop before she knows everything.”
