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Asking Brielle to marry me felt like the next step in our relationship.
And of course, her family wanted to throw this grand engagement party to celebrate. I had a lot of uneasy feelings about the shit, but I knew how important keeping a tight image was for her and her parents. Even when their shit was spread wide open for all the world to see, The Champagne’s pretended to be the perfect little family.
Despite my doubts, I loved Brielle. After five years of being together, what was not to love? She could be too uptight and too wholesome sometimes, but I learned to deal with it for the sake of our relationship.
She was beautiful. Sexy. Smart. Rich. And safe.
But none of that shit seemed to hold as much weight after I asked her to marry me. I started thinking about the rest of my life and the spark I was giving up to be with her. And even though I did want to be with her, I wasn't sure if I was ready for a commitment like marriage.
“Your drunk ass held it down tonight, babe,” she said as she escorted me to the Champagne pool house. “I thought you and Dad were gonna go off on a tangent about a case and turn dinner into a Lion’s Den debate.”
I was so drunk I couldn't focus on nothing but that sweet ass walking in front of me.
I wanted to sneak away from dinner and give her a quick ten in the bathroom, but she wasn’t with all that. Not with her parents sitting there.
“Why this walk feel longer than I remember?” I asked, ready to get her alone so I could blow her back out.
“Because you’re drunk,” she said. “We’re almost there, baby. Then you can lay down and sleep off all those shots you took.”
She looked down at her hand to admire the seven carat Golconda diamond I got her, and a large smile crossed her face. I felt guilty as hell seeing her so happy knowing I didn't feel the same way. But I ignored it. I was too busy thinking with my dick to be a stand-up guy and call the engagement off.
“You staying with me tonight?” I pressed my hard-on against her ass while she entered the code to open the pool house.
“If we were already married, I would,” she said. “You know how my parents feel about us sleeping in the same bed under their roof.”
“Well, technically, we’re not under their roof. We’re in the pool house. They won’t hear a thing.”
The door slid open, and I was hoping Brielle would let me slide her open too. I missed that tight, juicy pussy she kept hidden under all them damn clothes all the time. She barely let me sniff it most nights. Especially if I had been drinking.
“You always say you won’t get crazy, and you end up getting crazy,” she said. “I’m not falling for it tonight. Now get in here and get ready for bed. We have a long weekend ahead of us. All the family will be here tomorrow.”
The automated lights in the pool house lit the way as we walked in.
I followed her toward the bedroom, while taking my clothes off on the way, because I had every intention of getting some ass before she went back to the main house. And I didn’t give a damn how her parents felt about it.
“You know where to find everything you need. Your phone is on the nightstand with your keys and wallet. I know you’ll probably sleep like a baby tonight, but I'll come check on you in a little while.”
I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, butt ass naked, while she rambled and unpacked my suitcase. Even at the height of my horniness, I had to stop and take a minute to appreciate the way she took care of my needs. She was a great woman, and any man would’ve been lucky to have her. That’s why I held onto her for so long.
Even though I slipped up and stepped out a couple times, it would’ve been over my dead body that another man got to experience what was mine.
“Really, Kannon?” she finally looked at me and saw my dick on full display.
“Mhm.” I started towards her. “Rock hard. Just for you.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck while her tiny hands caressed my back. The sensation of her fingernails dragging across my skin almost made me cum. When my dick jumped and bounced off her thigh, it must’ve sent a shock through her pussy, because she pushed away from me like I was already tearing her walls down.
“Goodnight, Kannon.” She kissed my lips with this teasing look in her eyes. “Call me if you need anything, ok?”
“I need you right now.” I pointed at the nine-inch nail swinging between my legs. “Look at this shit.”
She took a long, hard look.
Her teeth snagged at her bottom lip while she examined me, looking like she was contemplating taking a chance on a wild ride. I thought she would give in and let me slut her out for the old and the new … but nah. Little Miss Champagne always played by the rules.
“You know how much I love this,” she whispered as she stroked me. “I love what you do to me in every single way. But … Champagne’s rules are Champagne’s rules.”
Her hand fell away from my dick, and my head fell back with it.
I was pissed that she was leaving me alone in the pool house with a stiffy and nothing to settle the score. But … Champagne’s rules.
When she left, I laid in bed watching videos on my phone until my eyes got too heavy to keep open. The blackout curtains were shut tight. The AC was blowing cold and crisp, and my trusty emotional support fan was doing its job of drowning out the noise of the night.
Brielle was right—I was going to sleep like a baby.
I don’t know how long I was out before I felt someone climb in bed with me. The hair, the nails, the perfume all pointed toward Brielle. I didn’t flick on a light or ask any questions, though. I was just happy she changed her mind about having sex and came to give it up.
“Breaking the rules tonight, I see.”
I tried to sit up and meet her halfway, but she pressed her hand against my chest to lay me back down.
Her hand trailed from my chest, down my abs, and then to the limpness resting on my thigh. She stroked it first, then lathered it with the warmth of her tongue and lips. It felt so fucking good.
Actually, better than I remembered.
As she sucked and slurped, I felt my body tingling. I was throbbing and thrusting into her mouth, trying not to lose control and get us caught. But the way she worked my shit with her tongue and hands, I couldn't contain myself.
I thrusted and grabbed a handful of her hair to keep her steady right where I wanted her. The more she sucked, the more I thrusted. And the more I thrusted, the closer I got to my climax.
“I’m 'bout to nut,” I grunted and gripped the back of her head so hard I thought I hurt her. But she kept sucking and stroking, spitting and swallowing. “Ah, shit!” I shuddered. “I’m cumming.”
Her grip on my shaft got tighter and her slurps got sloppier as she caught every drop of cum I had to give.
When she was done with me, she left quietly.
Didn’t say a word or stick around until I fell asleep again.
She was gone like a thief in the night, and I was one satisfied motherfucker.
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Some secrets don’t stay buried… especially when there’s money involved.
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Synopsis: One night, that’s all it took for Josh and India to fall for each other. One night was all it took for her life to turn upside down. She thought she had found the one. Then he had told her the truth… he had someone waiting for him… someone whom he had betrayed to be with India.
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Talisua Fatu could never be disappointed in her four children. Whatever paths they chose, they succeeded and made a name for themselves. None ever found trouble with the law—they were upstanding citizens, reflecting the values she instilled in them. So no, she could never be disappointed in her children.
But in this moment, she didn’t know how to feel as she looked at her second eldest.
“You’re marrying Janae?” She asked, eyebrows pinched together in confusion.
Across the room from her, Josh nodded, his eyes cast downward, focused on the marble countertop. “Yes,” he replied, and Talisua inhaled a sharp breath.
Why? She wanted to ask. Why would you want to do that?! She wanted to yell at him, demand to know what spell Janae had cast over him.
But instead, she said nothing. She just stared, her jaw tight, her mind reeling.
Josh shifted under her silence. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“No, you don’t,” Talisua said. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her grandchild Micah. She would never wish any harm or pain to him, but Janae? Talisua never trusted her, not since the first time Josh brought her home.
“How does she feel about Egypt?”
Josh inhaled a sharp breath, his shoulders tightening. He couldn’t bring himself to look up.
“She don’t…” He started, his voice wavering. “She don’t really want Egypt around.”
Talisua’s heart clenched. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but her voice remained calm. “Come again?”
“Not unless I have full custody.”
Talisua blinked slowly, her heart heavy as the words settled over her like fog.
“Full custody,” she repeated, her tone measured but laced with disbelief. “And you think that’s right?”
Josh flinched, finally lifting his eyes to meet hers. The guilt in them was unmistakable.
“I ain’t say it was right,” he murmured. “I just… I don’t know what else to do, Ma’. If I don’t, Janae’s gone. She said she’s taking Micah and leaving.”
“And what, you’re just going to let her use your child like a pawn?” Her voice trembled now, not from anger but heartache. “Micah is your son, Josh. He’s not leverage. And Egypt? She’s a baby. An innocent baby who already lost her father for months. Now you’re going to take her from the only person who's never left her side?” Talisua stepped around the island and gently touched his arm. “I raised you better than this.”
He swallowed hard, the sting of her words cutting deeper than any lecture.
“I know,” he whispered.
“Then act like it,” she said, placing a hand under his chin and lifting his head to meet her eyes. “Trying to do right by Janae doesn’t mean you have to do wrong by Egypt, or her mother.”
“She wants me to choose Ma,” Josh said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She told me it’s either her and Micah or Egypt. That’s the deal.”
Talisua’s eyes searched her son’s face, looking past the guilt to the fear beneath it. “That’s not a deal, Joshua. That’s a demand. And love don’t come with ultimatums.”
“I can’t live without my son.”
“So what happens when Egypt grows up and asks why her father never fought for her?” Talisua asked softly, but the question hit like a blow.
Josh flinched, his body going rigid as he stared at his mother. “Don’t do that, Ma’. I think about it every day.”
“Then think harder,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “Because this ain’t about Janae. It’s about your children. All of them. Micah, Egypt, Jeremi. They’re watching, Josh. And one day they’ll understand every decision you made.” Talisua sighed. “You’re not a bad man, Josh. But you’re about to make a bad decision. And I won’t stand by and watch you sacrifice one child for another.”
“So what do I do?”
Talisua’s heart softened as she heard the pain in her son’s voice. She could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of the world pressing down on him. She’d raised him to be strong, to think before he acted, but in this moment, it seemed like the choices before him were too much to bear.
“Go see Egypt,” she said quietly. “You’ve spent so much time trying to fix things with Janae, trying to make her happy, that I think you’ve forgotten about the little girl who needs her father just as much. Maybe more.”
After his talk with his mother, Josh raced back home with one thing in mind. He had to be a better father to Egypt. It wasn’t fair that Micah and Jeremi got him at full capacity while Egypt had been sidelined, only getting the pieces of him that were left. She deserved more than that.
He parked his car and stormed into the house, breezing past Janae, who immediately stood from her seat on the couch and followed up the steps to their bedroom. She watched as he grabbed his duffle bag out of their closet and started to pack.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her voice laced with irritation.
Josh didn’t even look up as he rifled through his drawers, tossing clothes into the bag with swift, sharp movements. He wasn’t in the mood for this. He wasn’t in the mood for anything.
“I’m going to see Egypt,” he said flatly, his voice tight with resolve.
Janae scoffed and walked over, blocking him from entering the bathroom to grab his toiletries.
“Nae, move.” Josh sighed.
Janae stood her ground, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “You think you can just drop everything and go see her? What about us, Josh? What about Micah?”
Josh felt his patience thinning. “What’s the issue? I’m tryna be a good fuckin’ dad and you tryna make it seem like I’m abandoning you and Micah!”
Janae’s eyes narrowed as she stepped closer, not backing down. “You didn’t give a damn about being a dad when Egypt was born. Don’t act like this is some noble, selfless move now.” Her voice was cold, biting.
“I’m not gonna ask again, move.”
She stared at him for a long second, the weight of his words hanging in the air like thunder before a storm. Then, slowly, she stepped aside, but not without one last barb.
“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life.”
Josh grabbed his bag and brushed past her, his voice low but firm. “No. I made that mistake already. This is me fixing it.”
Janae narrowed her eyes as she watched him pack the rest of his overnight bag. He said nothing else as he brushed past her and out of their room. She heard him walk into Micah’s room. She waiting until he came back out to start her mess again.
“So that’s it?” she asked, voice low, laced with disbelief. “You kiss your son goodnight and just walk out like everything's okay?”
“Everything is okay.” He stressed. “You making me going to see Egypt a bigger deal than what it is.”
Janae folded her arms, leaning against the hallway wall as Josh closed Micah’s bedroom door gently behind him.
“Everything is not okay,” she shot back, her voice sharper now. “You running back to that girl and her baby like you some kind of savior.”
Josh turned slowly to face her, his jaw tight. “That girl is Egypt’s mother. And that baby?” He pointed toward the floor as if Egypt’s presence could fill the space between them. “That baby is my daughter. Just like Micah is my son.”
“Oh, now she’s your daughter?” Janae scoffed, eyes flaring. “Where was all that energy when she was born?”
Josh scoffed. “I’ll see you Sunday,” he muttered and walked past her.
Janae’s voice dropped, low and sharp. “And if you don’t?”
Josh stopped walking and turned back around to face. “Why you making this such a big fuckin’ deal? You wanted me to get India to sign the papers right? How imma do that without going there?”
Janes scoffed. “You think i’m stupid, nigga? I know why you’re really going to Dallas.”
Josh looked at her like she had just grown three head. “Yeah… to see my daughter.”
Janae gave a short, humorless laugh. “Nah. You going to see her. Don’t play me, Josh.”
“She’s Egypt’s mother. What the hell else am I supposed to do?”
Janae stepped forward, eyes hard now, but her voice stayed steady. “You think I don’t see it? The way you talk about her. The way your whole mood shifts when her name comes up. You didn’t move like this for no damn one-night stand.”
Josh’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. He knew India wasn’t just a one-night stand. He didn’t want her to be a one-night stand.
“I could deal with a mistake,” she continued, arms folded. “What I can’t deal with is you pretending like she don’t still got a piece of you.”
“Janae… i’m going to Dallas to see my child. That’t it nothing more.”
Janae said nothing. She just watched him. Watched as he gripped the strap to his duffle bag. He cleared his throat. “I’ll see y’all on Sunday.” He hesitated before turning his back to her and walking down the steps and out of the house.
Janae stood at the top of the stairs, her arms folded tightly across her chest as she listened to the sound of the door slamming behind him. Her stomach twisted with something cold and unfamiliar, a mix of anger, betrayal, and fear.
She didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.
She knew what she needed to do next. She needed to get India out of their lives.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Now that graduation is over, hopefully I can start writing more! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and shit.. things are about to get messy 😬
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