A thin line between love n hate. (a series)
𝜗𝜚. Sigmund Jackie Jackson
Synopsis ꫂ᭪݁. 1979, Los Angeles
Born and raised in LA. You were a paralegal in your city, one of the best. You were in your early 20s, you worked for one of the most respected law firms in the city. The attorneys trusted you with their biggest clients because they knew your work spoke for itself. You spent most of your time at work or home, but eventually, Jackie Jackson catches your eye. Eventually you both got closer and Jackie has been involved with you for over sometime. Only problem is, hes engaged to some other girl. He promises to make it right, but how long was it gonna take? His actions and his mouth never add up to together.
content ᨳଓ. black coded reader, bird talk, use of the word babydoll, cheating, swearing, some smut, a whole mess fr 18+
Jackie had a habit of showing up late.
It wasn't intentional, thats what he would say. That's what he always told you, he never really gave the full truth. There was always something going on. Rehearsals running over, interviews taking longer than expected, another meeting added to his schedule at the last minute with the band. Being one of the Jackson brothers meant his life rarely belonged to him. You knew this, but it didn't stop you from checking the clock every few minutes.
Whenever you got home you'd look down at your silver watch, 8:30 pm it read. You had got home pretty early from the courts, days like this was something you appreciated until you realized the load of work that was brought home with you. It was stressful but you did take the job, good money and you were able to help out many people, you even made some good girlfriends.
But again, stressful, counting through papers and organizing stuff for the next date. Having Jackie there was sometimes helpful, no, more than helpful.
Sometimes you needed him. You wish he could come by more often, just to stay with you, but he couldn't.
He happened to be with some girl in his area, you heard they were engaged. You brought it up to Jackie one night, but he simply dismissed it.
"Thats not true, I'm with you", he would say from his smooth lips.
To make it believable, he always took his ring off just before he entered into your house.
You wanted to believe him, wanted to believe the words. But a small part of you wondered why you were kept in the shadows? Why couldn't you visit him? Why was it always him visiting you? Why did you feel like you were just a bad habit waiting to be dropped?
You walked out from your living room with a glass of your favorite grape wine. You had changed into one of your nightgowns hours ago, your next day work clothes neatly folded over the chair in your bedroom. Small curlers rested tightly in your hair for the next morning, covered by a hair net.
Most evenings were spent the same way. You'd come home from the law office, kick your high heels off by the front door and place down some food you picked up a long the way. When you did cook, you'd make something small, some cucumber salad with kale, along with some chopped chicken. Maybe a homemade vinaigrette too. If you were craving something sweet at the end which you always were, you'd make a small caramel cake in a little ramekin dish.
Then after, you would finish whatever paperwork your attorney had trusted you to take home, then maybe take a few calls with friends.
You sat there at the table, chewing up some chicken. You had put on some music to help you ease down, Al green was the first artist to come on. You tried focusing, but you were just about to call it a night. Your pen tapped small dots against the paper as you tried to concentrate, but the only thing that consumed your thoughts right now was one man. One man who appeared whenever he wanted to.
You wouldn’t you would end up in a situation like this, you were raised better, but Jackie promised.
And you held onto it. You kept it to yourself, you haven't told not one friend.
You continued to think, you looked over the lines, your pen still tapping. You didn't want to make any mistakes so you put your pen down.
A knock on your door catches your attention. After hearing so, you get up, not bothering to put your slippers back on. Opening the door, you found Jackie standing there with that familiar smile. Jacket over a polo, hair still cleaned up fresh, and that sexy look on his face that you loved so much.
"There you are," he said softly. "Hey babydoll."
Your legs lightly clenched from hearing him call you that, you loved when he did. But it was late, again. "Mhm." You folded your arms, trying your best to look unimpressed with him. "Where you been at Sigmund?"
Jackie chuckled as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "I've been at work baby."
You roll your eyes, following him as he walks in. He took off his jacket and placed it against your coat hanger. His cologne started to fill your room as he walked around. "You always say that," you lightly shook your head looking down for a second.
He turns to face you, "Cause it's true."
"You couldn't call me Jackie?"
"I should've," he said nodding, like he knew he was in a way wrong.
He let out a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know, I know."
You watched him for a second before walking toward the kitchen. "I made dinner hours ago." You started washing your bowl as Jackie just stood there against the counter.
"I figured," he says quietly.
"It's alright, i'll eat it cold."
"You don't gotta pretend it still tastes good," you say to him. You put the bowl on the drying rack before turning your attention to him.
"It was made by you." He shrugged his big shoulders. "Can't be that bad."
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. "Boy, hush."
"No, you just know how to sweet-talk," you say a little bitterly.
He tilts his head at you smiling, "And it works every time."
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't argue with him. "As if," you muttered. That was the frustrating part. Jackie always knew which buttons to press. He knew when to make you laugh, when to pull you close, when to lower his voice just enough to make you forget why you were upset in the first place.
Sometimes you wondered if he realized just how much power he had over you. Sometimes...you wished he didn't. You were smarted than this, you wouldn't think a paralegal would be in a situation like this, but here you were. Dealing with a dog instead of a man. The same people in your papers had been in situations just like this, and you helped them. Helped them escape. But you couldn't even help yourself.
"You gonna keep messing with me and find out, Jackie," you said, rolling your eyes with a irritated look on your face.
He paused like he had to seriously consider what you said, head tilting a little as he looked at you. "Find out what exactly?" he asked, voice calm, almost amused at you.
You clicked your tongue, turning slightly away from him like you were trying to ignore the fact that he was already getting under your skin again. "You know what I mean."
"Nah, I don't," he said taking some steps before you. His feet tapped against the wooden floor as he did. "You talkin' all tough, like I supposed to be scared or somethin'. Trynna scare me baby?" He asks the last part a little, sarcastically.
"I didn't say you should be scared, what i'm saying is one day you gonna be shocked at how i'll handle you."
Jackie didn't even rush to respond. He just looked at you for a second, slow and quiet, like he was letting the words settle. Then that familiar grin started to form, the kind that always made you feel like he'd already decided what this moment meant.
"Oh," he said finally, almost amused. "So you gon' handle me, that what it is."
You looked away like you hadn't just set yourself up, like you weren't suddenly aware of how close he was standing, how easily he was reading you.
"I didn't say it like that."
"But that's how it sounded," he said, like he wasn't trying to argue, just pointing it out. He shifted slightly, glancing past you into your apartment, then back to you again. "Sounds like you been thinkin' about something."
Your stomach tightened at that, and you hated that he noticed the smallest change in your expression.
"I haven't been thinkin' about anything." Lie.
"Mhm," he murmured, not calling you a liar, just not believing you either. "You handle me good, real good though," he adds. His eyes flicked over your face for a second, looking for a reaction, watching for your reaction. The same way you were always watching for his.
"Don't piss me off Jackie. Or you can sing all the way back to your home if you want, hit the road Jack," you say folding your arms.
"Better watch your mouth y/n," he says looking at you, he wasn’t asking you to stop talking, just reminding you who you were talking to. Your nails pressed in your skin but you didn't say anything.
“For somebody who still lettin’ me stand in her house and takin’ every piece of change I got, you got a lotta mouth,” he added, voice low like it belonged there. "I don't have to be here but I want to." His eyes held yours for a second longer than necessary, and for some reason that made it harder to keep your attitude straight.
"First off, I got my own money," you nod while looking at him. "Alright? Yeah let's get that straight. Best damn paralegal in this city, could be a lawyer if I wanted to." You spat at him, slightly irritated. You never needed to lean on Jackie for any money, if he offered, you took it.
"Mhm, my baby real smart."
You scoffed at his tone, "And ion be asking you for anything but to just be here with me more, than just a night. You think I don't miss you?"
"I don't wanna argue with you, I ain't come here for that."
You scoffed lightly, "We ain't arguing we havin' a good conversation, civil. Now, me arguing is going to involve a lot more of words that's gonna hit you in that core."
Jackie scoffed before his eyes turned from you and landed on the mess in the back.
The soft radio still playing low in the background. Your work papers spread neatly across the table, organized but clearly unfinished.
He sighed, "You been workin' all night again," he said. "Probably why you got an attitude." With that, his hands found you slowly, like they already knew where you fit, pulling you in close without rushing it. Jackie was taller than you, built strong from head to toe, the kind of presence that filled a space without trying too hard. Even standing this close, he still had that calm, easy look on his face, like he wasn’t in any hurry to be anywhere else.
You leaned into him a little without thinking, the tension in your shoulders easing just slightly.
“Yeah I am,” you admit, rubbing lightly at your eyes, a little bit of mascara still stuck underneath your lashes. The exhaustion was finally catching up to you, and you were taking it out on Jackie.
“Was about to go to bed soon.”
Before you could even react properly, he bent down and slipped his arms under you, lifting you up from the floor like it was nothing. It happened so easy, so smooth, your body adjusted on instinct before your mind caught up. Your legs wrapped around him without you even realizing it at first, hands lightly grabbing at his shoulders for balance.
“Jackie,-” you said, a little shocked, your voice breaking the quiet between you. “What you doin’?”
"Getting my baby to bed," he says as he walks you to your room.
As he did, he leans in and kisses you softly, his mouth moved over yours with lazy hunger, lips licking slow and messy against yours.
You kissed him back, fingers curling over his broad shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt.
He carried you a few steps without rushing, like he already knew where he was going, and then set you down carefully on your bed.
Up close like this, it was harder to keep that same energy you had at the door. Harder to remember what you were even trying to prove a few minutes ago. You couldn't help it, his face calmed you immediately.
He stayed close, standing between your knees for a second before easing down beside you, one arm still behind you like a habit he didn’t think about anymore. You leaned further back in your bed, looking up at him.
“You still mad?” he asked after a moment.
You look, “I was,” you admitted finally.
He nodded at you, "And what changed?"
"You started acting right," you scoffed to yourself. That made him smile a little, just barely. "Started acting right,” he repeated like he was amused by that.
"Mhm," you say shifting over into him. Your hand rests against his chest, his heart beating slow. "I missed you," you then say.
"Yeah I know, I've been trying to get things together. That girl just," Jackie made an irritated noise. He then turns to you, "I want you only, you know that right? I mean, you know me, you don't give me alot of problems."
You made a face, "You mean, I don't give you any problems."
"Well, you do be in your mood sometimes," he says shrugging.
"Oh and you don't?" You sit up from him.
"Hey cmon don't do that," he says pulling you against him. "You know what I mean, we have our issues and im fine with that. I'm not fine with her though."
"Well I'm not fine with any of this, I'm tired of being a secret. You said you was gonna handle it and you aren't handling anything but two women at the same time," you say a little angry. "Tighten up or you're gone."
"Look, I said I'm trying," he said, the irritation slipping through his voice. "You just need to give me time."
"I been giving you time, hell I've been giving you everything. You come in when you want to and just leave me here to check off papers."
Jackie sighed quietly before turning to face you, "I know and m'sorry." You were getting upset and he needed to calm you down again. His hand gently rubbed over your side, "Thank you for what you do."
You lightly calmed down from feeling his touch, you leaned in slow against him. He then gently leans in to start kissing your lips. You didn't want to give in, but right now you were tired and just wanted to be held. Jackie was the only one who could do it, sure you've had boyfriends before him, but none ever calmed you like Jackie. Too bad he ran your pressure up as well. Jackie was much older, and 'caring,' when he wanted to be, that is.
You let him kiss you, you slowly leaned into the kiss, his lips smacking against you. His big hands slid up under the thin fabric of your nightgown, fingers spreading wide as they caressed along your side. Your hands found his chest, fingertips tracing over the firm muscle beneath his shirt. The touch pulled a low, soft groan from deep in his throat, vibrating against your mouth as he kept kissing you
"Jackie?" you utter out against his soft lying lips. He kisses you one final time before humming to you.
"Do you love me?" Your fingers lightly played with the fabric of his shirt, more to give yourself something to do than anything else. Jackie's eyes widened slightly at the question, he felt like it was so sudden. His hand slowed, his eyes searching yours for a second like he was trying to figure out where it had come from.
"You know I do" he replied looking at you.
"But I wanna hear you say it to me," you reply looking right back at him, not turning away.
Your eyes stayed on his, waiting, searching for something. Like some part of you still believed that if you waited long enough, he'd finally give you the one thing you'd been asking for all this time.
He gave you a small look, the one where he tried his best to look innocent. That familiar look, the one he's practiced with many women before you. That lying look.
He stared at you long enough before the words finally left his mouth, "I love you." He said them slow, so you could hear each of his words. You stared in his eyes, looking for any string of doubt, it was hard to find any evidence with a look he's practiced so much on. He didn’t flinch, didn’t look away, didn’t rush to fix anything he’d said. Just kept that same steady expression, the kind that made it hard to tell where truth ended and performance started.
This wasn’t new to him, and that was the problem. You can't play with those three words.
Your eyes softened after a while, "I love you too Jackie," you let out a soft sigh, relief on your end. Jackie just hummed, not letting out any breaths, simply because he wasn't holding his breath. Then came the night, and the touches. The quiet whimpers from your lips in his ear. The light grunts under his breath as he slipped in and out from the most intimate part from you.
“Don’t think too much right now… just stay right here with me, open your eyes."
Your eyes were teary from all the pleasure you were feeling, but somewhere in the background , your radio still played.
The words passed through the air like they were nothing but smoke from a small cigar, but they still found their way to you. And for a moment, you didn’t fully focus on anything else.
Not the way Jackie was there.
Not the way the night felt like it was slowly closing in around you both. Just the lyrics sitting quietly in the back of your mind, repeating itself in a way you didn’t ask for.
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city. It sat there quiet, unwanted, reminding you of what this really was.
You swallowed it down like it meant nothing. You then focused back on Jackie. You lay back on the sheets that still smelled like the sugar perfume you'd sprayed earlier, legs spread wide for him. Jackie hovered over you, his dark skin glistening with sweat, those big brown eyes locked onto yours like he was trying to drown you in them. His hands still pressed on your thighs, keeping them open. But those lyrics come up in your head again.
Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.
You were the "kept woman." The secret. Jackie had a fiancée waiting at home with a ring on her finger and plans for a future that didn't include you. The thought stung, feeding that slight insecurity that always lingered at the edges. Why did you keep letting him come back? Why did your body crave this so much when your heart knew better? You supposed to be using your head, you were smarter than this. Top of your class, guess laws and theories don't work when all you seek is comfort, no matter in whoever.
Jackie saw you thinking, so then he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. "You mine right now," he whispered, and the words wrapped around you like a tight string.
His pace quickened, dick slippin' into your pussy with wet slick sounds that filled the room. Each thrust pushed you closer to the edge, your walls clenching around him, slick with your arousal. He went faster, giving you just what you needed, a feeling of love, a sense of comfort.
Something to keep you stuck on him.
Jackie grunted low as he slammed into you again, his thick dick stretching your pussy wide with each thrust. "You feel that? Got you creamin' all over me babydoll" he says low to you.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders while he pinned your thighs open, hips still snapping hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall. "Say it," he pressed, voice rough. "Tell me who love you."
"You, y-you do," you say between your whimpers.
He hums nodding his head to you, "Mhm and tell me who owns this?" his thumb traced down to your clit. He starts giving slow strokes, feeling you still squeeze around him. He keeps the rhythm unhurried, thumb working you while his other fingers stay buried deep, feeling every squeeze and flutter your body gives him.
"Hmm- it's yours Jackie, it's yours," you breathed out, the words slipping free even as that old insecurity twisted in your chest.
He smiled down at you, those big brown eyes half-lidded with lust. "That's right. Don't matter who wearin' my ring. You the one takin' it right now."
His hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple as he drove deeper. "Ain't nobody else makin' you feel like this." Your moans got louder, breath hitching as the pressure built fast in your lower belly. Jackie smiled, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as he watched your face twist with pleasure. "Yeah, that's it. Let it out for me babydoll."
"M'gonna, oh Jackie!" Your walls started fluttering around him, your orgasm crashing through you. Jackie groaned, thrusting deeper and holding you down. The weight of him keeps you right where he wants, every slow grind dragging another shaky sound from your throat. And with that, your body gave in. You fell asleep right after. Knocked out, cuddled in your bed, with a couple of pillows behind your head.
The last thing you feel is his arm sliding around your waist, holding you close while sleep takes you completely. Jackie stayed for a moment against you, just listening to your breathing until you were under. Then he walked out of your room after he saw your sleeping figure, his pants were still unbuttoned at the top. Sweat cooled off from his chest and the bottom of his pants dragged against the floor as he walked over in your kitchen. His arm reached out to grab the phone off the the wall and dialed a number.
He waited until the line picked up, "It’s Jackie. I had to make a quick stop somewhere," he said low into the phone.
There was a pause on the other end before a voice came through. "Where?"
"You know where," Jackie scoffed quietly, leaning back against the wall like it wasn’t even a question worth answering.
"Interesting...." Michael, his younger brother utters on the other line. "Joseph said he needs all of us to meet tomorrow. Whatever you got going on needs to stop, at least for tomorrow."
"Mind your business Michael," Jackie replied flatly after a beat. "And yeah alright."
He kept the phone to his ear, but his attention drifted toward your bedroom door. The house was quiet behind it. Too quiet. You were still asleep, unaware of anything outside that moment.
"Mhm… yeah, I hear you," he muttered, distracted, not fully locked into the conversation anymore. After a short pause, his voice lowered like he was thinking more than speaking. "She may act like she got it all together," Jackie said, leaning back more comfortably.
"But at the end of the day… I know her. She ain’t gonna do nothin'."
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author's note ᥫ᭡. ( writing stories with no clear plot will always be my specialty. also im trynna get more descriptive with my writing so pls give tips!!!! plus I was bored and watching scandal soooo...yolo bae ! also pls don't hate me for the small font I'm so srry my 4 eye dolls and m'sorry jackie is toxic I felt like it- this is gonna be posted on wattpad too! )
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