Harlow Tales

Jack Harlow Fan Fiction

[harlowtales]

Jack gets a gift he didn’t want 💍

18 Plus Only - Mature Themes

“You sure you good?” Urban asked looking concerned as he furrowed his brow and adjusted his best friend’s black tie

“Of course. I’m fine. It’s for the best.” Jack said dismissively taking one last look to adjust his suit. “Got dayum I’m a handsome muhfuhka” he said flashing a dimpled grin at his dapper reflection.

“Stupid muhfuhka is more like it.” Urban said under his breath as he made sure he had all the accessories for his camera sorted out for the wedding.

The black suv pulled up already filled with a few of their friends. The mood was a bit heavy in spite of the joyous occasion. “Damn are we headed to a wedding or a funeral?” Jack teased as he turned the volume up on the sound system and started jamming to Donnell Jones. “Man this is me and Taylor’s joint!” He said not realizing how obvious it was to everyone that he was forcing his extra happy mood.

After sitting in heavy New York traffic for what seemed like eternity they reached the private affair to see the bride and groom’s parents from both sides smiling as guests filed in. Taylor’s mom took one look at Jack and made a point of giving him a huge hug that lasted a solid few minutes.

“Whoah what’s all this Mama Rooks?” He said a bit crushed from her intense embrace.

“You ok baby? Anything I can do?” She said lovingly reaching up to fix a curl that decided to do its own thing on the side of his head.

“I’m fine what is everyone on today?” Jack said getting a bit annoyed now. His mother had called that morning and tried to make him feel like he had suffered a huge loss with what everyone thought was his soul mate marrying somebody else by surprise.

By the time Taylor and what most people thought was a casual boyfriend announced their engagement they were set to tie the knot in just 3 months. What people didn’t know is that her lawyer boyfriend locked her in fast so she wouldn’t back out and run to Jack who had broken her heart before.

Jack thought Taylor told him everything and felt betrayed. After an argument and an ugly cry he had to make peace with the situation to keep her in his life. He knew he fumbled her years ago when he was so immature and they just decided to be friends but everyone knew they were like peanut butter and jam.

Jack set his gift for the couple down on the gift table that was now piled high. His phone pinged with a text. It was the bride “Can you come upstairs? I’m in the room just down the hall and to the right.” It said

Jack gulped and contemplated ignoring it. He could get through it if he didn’t have to be alone with her. He delayed answering for about 20mins. Then another ping came in. “Hey stink stink, tryna reach you. Come upstairs.” It read. He had to go. It would be obvious if he didn’t. He excused himself from his table and made his way up the stairs of the venue. The door was already cracked a bit open. The air smelled like her favourite perfume and he could hear her humming an old Whitney Huston song as she fixed a pin in her sophisticated vintage hairstyle.

“Hey stink stink!” She said enthusiastically and wrapped her arms around him.

“What’s up with you? You look…um…you look gorgeous” Jack said taken aback by her beauty as he had been on many occasions.

“We decided to give our closest friends special gifts and I wanted to give you yours in private.” She said grinning from ear to ear

“We…wow already sharing a brain with this guy.” Jack said sarcastically

“Oh stop you play too much.” Taylor said playfully hitting him. “Open it!” She said in that adorable child-like way she had when she got excited.

Jack took the box from her perfectly manicured hands and slowly started untying the tiny bow. “Oh shit Tay!” He exclaimed. It was a friendship ring he had bought her years ago “just in case”.

“I wanted you to have it. It doesn’t feel quite right to keep it anymore.” Her voice trailed off with the memory now so far in the rearview as she fidgeted with her engagement ring.

“Um thanks” Jack said a bit glumly

“Jackman you don’t like it. Shane was right.” She said biting her nails

“Don’t bite your nails pook pook it’s your big day.” Jack said taking hold of her hands. “Listen to me you’re doing the right thing. I don’t have my shit together and I don’t know when I will.” He sighed deeply. “Everyone knows this should’ve been our day including your man. I let you down.”

“Jack I love you and I always will. Shane’s a good man.” Taylor said trying not to look him in his baby blues

“A stable man you mean.” Jack said turning away and looking out the window at all the guests still pouring in.

“Why didn’t you bring a date?” She asked

“I did I brought Urban.” Jack said chuckling

“No silly I mean…why didn’t you bring her. You brought her to Derby. She met the family. How are you two doing?” Taylor asked

“You know me. We’re having fun. This wasn’t the place for her. I needed to be by myself today.” Jack said touching Taylor’s face gently

“Jack I…um I…oh boy we should head down.” She said nervously

“Of course pook whatever you want I’ll do. I wish you all the best in this world.” Jack said wistfully pecking her on the forehead. He didn’t know it would be this hard. He let her go ahead of him and stayed behind awhile toying with the ring. He didn’t want Sophia to see it and ask questions so he flushed it down the toilet and watched it spiral until it disappeared like his hopes of ever finding a girl like Taylor ever again.

@itsyagirljaz @jackharlow502

[harlowtales]

Jack shows up after ghosting Y/N and her attitude lands her in trouble 😈

18 plus only - mature content

Jack had been trying to get your attention all day. You had a deadline and were running out of time. He was only going to be in town for 2 more days and you were surprised to hear from him after months of ghosting you…well what you thought was ghosting.

It was more like fear. You made it hard for him to be away from you and he didn’t like that feeling so he dealt with it the old fashioned way…GHOST.

But here he was now. Hanging at your place for the last few days which made you fall behind in getting some work done on a very important project. You ate, peed, kissed him, and went back on the computer. That had been the vibe all day and he was over it.

He walked by and casually pulled on your bra-strap and darted away with his signature mischievous giggle.

“Oouuu fuck! Really dude??” You said half laughing/half pissed as you swiftly turned around to scold him. He had been sneaking loving glances at you all day from the couch as he tried to keep quiet and catch up on his own writing, hoping you’d notice but you were too focused.

He tried making you your favourite grilled cheese (the only thing he knew how to make) and rested it quietly by your side. You smiled looking up at him with gratitude and took a huge bite “This is so fucking goooood.” You said much to his satisfaction, but that was 3hrs ago.

He finally gave up after throwing paper he’d crumpled up from writing new verses at you that just bounced off you with only a little acknowledgment and a slight grin without looking at him mesmerized by the screen.

“Sheeesh you’re literally me in the studio. Worse than me.” He said walking over to you and leaning on the corner of your desk. He had been easier to ignore as you were salty he just showed up out of the blue the other day. “Earth to Y/N” he said waving his hand in front of your face.

“Bruh. What part of “busy” do you not get?” You said with exasperation arms folded looking him dead in the eye.

“Whoah what the fuck is up with you?” He asked suddenly feeling your hostility towards him in a big way.

“I should be asking you that.” You shot back

“What? What do you mean? Baby talk to me.” He said concerned. This wasn’t like you.

“I have work to do too you know.” You explained exasperated

“…and I get that so I’ve been quiet” he said confused.

“You pulled by bra strap and ran away like a third grader.” You said rolling your eyes

“I thought it was funny. Trying to take the pressure off that’s all. SORRY.” He said offended.

“You’re sorry about that but not that you disappeared and I see you running around New York with some girl that looks like she showers once a week?” You spat out the words with everything you had been holding in deciding whether to even let him know going MIA bothered you at all.

He looked at you like you had punched him in the gut. He had officially fucked up. Was fucking up majorly.

He walked away and looked out the window at the rainy Seattle afternoon. He normally loved this weather and was completely happy to spend the week inside just snuggling with you watching movies, having those deep convos he craved that so few people could give him. You talked about so many things from the state of the world to why did they cancel that one show you both binged on last time he was in town. He could just listen to you for hours and you him. This tension was eating him alive inside.

“I’m fucking up aren’t I?” He humbly offered coming behind you and swallowing you in a huge hug that made you finally feel seen and heard by him.

“Yeah you are.” You said plainly without hesitation

“Damn. Ok.” He said giggling “Tell you what. I will stop avoiding how hard I’ve fallen for you, and stay in touch a lot more. Like a text every day and a FaceTime bare minimum.” He promised

“Naw.” You said flat out

“What?” He said surprised

“If I agree to bare minimum that’s what I’ll get.” You said pulling away from his embrace and him talking softly in your ear. “It’s ok we’re just too busy for each other I guess. It happens. We’re not bad people” you shrugged nonchalantly which terrified Jack.

He felt a surge of desperation. “Move in with me. In New York. Go back with me. I’ll take care of this place, you won’t have to worry about anything. Pack up and come with me…Please.” He swallowed hard at the tail end of his full on spontaneous begging.

“You’re just saying that.” You responded coldly in disbelief

“Y/N we have to fix this…fix us. I can’t have us like this. I lov….I mean let’s just figure this out ok?” He tried to get through to you his anxiety skyrocketing.

“What was that? You love me? Now that’s HILARIOUS.” You quipped sarcastically. You want some popcorn? I think that new movie is out that Urban was raving about.” You stretched and yawned ready to take a break.

“Ah fuck no. Get up.” Jack ordered

“Excuse you?” You replied aghast at his rude tone

“You heard me. UP.” He challenged

You rose from your chair and looked up at him. Challenge accepted. He wanted a fight he just got one. Jack grinned sinisterly and scooped you up throwing you over his shoulder and gave your bottom a decisive spank. “Put me down!!!” You yelled

“I’ll put you down…” he gave you a soft but firm landing on your bed. Thunder rolled and it began to rain harder. He shut your bedroom door and turned out the lights.

@jackharlow502 @itsyagirljaz

[harlowtales]

Y/N gives Jack a test of survival in the woods and the relationship

18 PLUS ONLY - MATURE THEMES

***not edited

“Y/N can you help me set up this tent?” Jack asked as he was trying to untangle himself from the mess he had made.

“What’s that now? You need HELP big strong man?” You teased. You goaded Jack into a camping challenge. Just a tent in the woods no amenities with hunting and fishing over the next few days. From the time you met he wasn’t your type as he’s such a pretty boy. He didn’t know you were a top level survivalist taught by your dad and brothers when he met you at a gala in an evening gown and heels. Like most men you had dated, Jack said he was outdoorsy but you had him pegged for a slick city boy and wanted to put him to the test.

“Just lemme get done chopping the wood since you said the axe was giving your soft hands blisters.” You said wiping sweat from your brow and giving the last few logs a split and gathering all the kindling. You wanted to get the fire started to get dinner going. Jack had a lot to learn about fishing and preparing a meal without any modern conveniences before nightfall.

“Ok I get it ok I might not be as good at surviving in the woods as I said.” He admitted and looked so cute standing there staring at the directions for the tent in confusion that you put him out of his misery by snatching the directions from his hands and giving him a fishing pole.

“No worries just go get dinner. It’s real simple. If you need help I can show you how to bait and throw your line and reel it in.” You offered

“That would be nice since I have no fucking clue.” He said looking at you with admiration as you brought him to the edge of the river tackle box in hand. You got behind him as tall and big as he was to show him how to properly cast his line and he enjoyed every minute of it. “It’s all in the wrist. Focus on your wrist to your elbow” you guided

“All in the wrist huh” Jack joked exposing his mischievous dimples.

You shot him a look with a slight grin that gave him hope he would be snuggled in your sleeping bag later on.

“Damn, I’m getting eaten alive. You got any bug spray?” Jack said as he kept hitting his bare legs and arms.

“Yes it’s in the tackle box and next time wear pants and a long sleeve shirt.” You said with a practically that reminded Jack of his father.

“Ok Dad” he saluted but in his joking he tripped and stumbled into the river on the muddy, slippery banks. You pulled him out howling holding your belly doubled over in laughter.

“Nice laughing at me.” He said moody and embarrassed. This was not going as planned. He had been camping in high school but with the added pressure of impressing you he wasn’t feeling too confident.

You felt perhaps you had been too hard on him but you didn’t want him thinking his fame would work in your world or was important to you at all. In fact it was the reason you didn’t trust him right off the bat but he weaselled his way into your heart somehow.

“Ok handsome let’s get you cleaned up. I’ll catch dinner and we’ll work on the tent together later. You can skin what I catch ok? We can cook together how’s that?” Thinking this would be an easier task but you were wrong.

“Skin the fish?” Jack repeated in despair

“I’ll show you it’s literally the easiest thing you’ve taken on up to now. You’ll be fine, now take off these muddy wet clothes. We’re bathing and washing up in the river this weekend you ok with that?” You said looking at him quizzically.

“I’m ok with taking my clothes off.” Jack said forever trying to make everything sexual and playful. You realized you were being too serious.

“Ok Jackman, first your shorts then your shirt, then…” you said as he peeled his wet clothes off and revealed his shredded, lean muscular physique.

“Damn. All that and can’t even skin a fish” you commented admiring the way the sunlight coming through the thicket of trees was reflecting on his body. You hadn’t yet been intimate with Jack wanting to send him a message that you weren’t going to give it up quick as he was used too but seeing him standing there only in his underwear was almost too much to bear.

“Very funny Y/N can I have my clean clothes now please it’s cold as fuck out here” he said shivering his curls dangling dripping wet.

“Oh you mean these clothes?” You said holding his clean dry outfit at a distance so he couldn’t reach it.

“Y/N stop playing” he said reaching out to grab his clothes feeling self conscious. That’s what you loved about Jack so far. He was kind of unaware of how gorgeous he really was.

“I know…why don’t you kiss me for it” you said slyly throwing him towel

“Now that’s something I have special skills in” he said getting closer to you but you darted away.

“…if you can catch me!” You said dodging and weaving him

“Y/N! For fuck sakes!” Jack said determined to grab you and finally caught you.

“So about that kiss…” he said now with the towel around his waist pulling you in with his strong arms holding you and softly touching his ample cherry lips to yours then pressing deeper.

“Uh yeah like…um like that.” You said mesmerized as his spell was broken only by his words in your ear. You were an expert in the woods but Jack’s charisma alone was intoxicating.

“I guess I am pitching a tent” he said looking down at his growing bulge

“Whoah ok let’s get dinner and finish setting up camp” you said nervously pulling away to which Jack just nodded. He wasn’t in a rush.

After dinner and setting everything up you sat in front of the crackling camp fire wrapped in a blanket with Jack sitting behind you fully embracing you and keeping you warm as he sang a song nobody knew about. “Wow that was really beautiful” you said wistfully

“Y/N?” Jack asked

“Yes?” You replied nervously not sure what he was asking about but hoping it wasn’t sex.

“Do you think I’m a pussy? Is that why you brought me out here?” He said suspiciously

“Um…maybe.” You admitted

“Well what do think now? Am I valid?” He chuckled

“You passed” you replied resting on his chest feeling sleepy

“Can we take this to the tent?” Jack suggested caressing your skin under the blanket

“Sure just hold still there’s a huge beetle on your shoulder” you said calmly

“WHAT?? What the fuck!!! Get it off!” Jack said shooting up and swatting all around him.

“Jackman calm down I got it” you said slowly reaching and picking off the beetle stuck to Jack’s shirt.

“You’re my hero” he said laughing no longer embarrassed around you “does your sleeping bag have room for two?”

“Jack I…I don’t know if I’m ready for….” You started to explain

“Naw I mean I ain’t sleeping by myself with things crawling on me.” He answered still creeped out.

“Ok city boy. I’ll protect you. You said getting up on your tipi toes for a kiss. “Wait until my dad and brothers get a load of you” you said under your breath to yourself and shaking your head.

“What was that?” Jack said as he thought you said something to him.

“Oh nothing.” You said smiling “We better get some sleep tomorrow we’re going hunting.”

Jack stretched and yawned not hearing at first what you said. “Ah sweet…wait what?”

@jackharlow502

[harlowtales]

A playdate goes wrong as Jack’s daughter goes missing ⚽️

18+ ONLY - ADULT THEMES

(Unedited)

“Daddy do I have to go to the game with you? I want to finish watching my show.” Patricia complained

“Don’t you want to play with Clover?” Jack said as he put her hair in two pigtails and laid out her clothes for her. You were off on a girls day with Jack’s mom, aunt, and Grandmother.

You were practicing leaving Jack completely on his own on his daddy daughter days as he was gone for days and weeks at a time and needed to bond as much as possible with Patricia or “P” as he affectionately called her. Patricia was a stubborn 4 year old and had many of Jack’s traits which included her already well developed negotiation skills.

“Ok daddy how about I finish my show and Duaney can drive me later to the game.” She tried which annoyed and impressed her dad at the same time.

“P” Jack said firmly “Clover is excited to meet you, now put this on or we’ll be late.” He held up her shirt to help her into it. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “When did you start rolling your eyes young lady?”

“Since now.” She retorted sassily. Jack didn’t know whether to laugh or chide her to mind her mouth and manners.

“I’m not the one P.” Jack said with a frown that had Patricia turn on the charm.

“Ok my daddy. I’ll be nice.” She said sweetly and planted a kiss on his forehead as she hung onto his neck for him to help her into her New Balance track pants and New Balance sneakers. Jack melted and a little smile creeped up on his face.

She had a complexion that was not as pale as Jack’s but not as brown as yours with gorgeous curls from both of you, 1 dimple, and hazel eyes, a compromise nature seemed to make between your brown eyes and Jack’s baby blues.

She had freckles on her nose like her dad and a lazy eye she wore glasses for like him. She was sassy, smart, and was already able to carry a tune, something you and Jack had butted heads on. You wanted her to go to college and he was always sneaking her off to the studio. “She has potential Y/N” he would argue and continued to take her to his sessions and beg her not to tell you. Patricia learned how to negotiate for extra screen time for her silence. Like his parents Jack and you limited her screen time to 2 hrs/day.

“If you play with Clover nicely I’ll give you an extra hour on your iPad ok?” Jack said knowing her currency to agree to almost anything except eating her vegetables.

NLE Choppa and Jack were in the same XXL Freshman class but hadn’t spoken much since they made the cover what seemed like a lifetime ago. Both their careers had taken off keeping them busy and on the road and both now were fathers.

NLE was playing in Kentucky and of course as all hip hop artists knew it was good manners to pay the King of Kentucky homage. Jack decided to invite NLE and his daughter Clover to a Louisville FC game so their daughter’s who were the same age could make friends.

NLE and Clover often made adorable daddy/daughter videos of them dancing but Jack kept things with Patricia less public as per his tendency to keep his private life private. Today Jack was sure would be all over social media and it was the rare time he was ok with it. Fans had been dying for a daddy/daughter moment.

In her first 4 years you and Jack made sure Patricia wasn’t in the public eye that much and family sightings by paparazzi were rare as the whole city protected you and respected your wishes. Louisville was a low key place so you and Jack had a fairly peaceful life…that is until 2 little girls joined forces.

Jack and Patricia headed to their box seats to mild cheers from fans who were expecting to see Jack as part owner but were thrilled to see Patricia. Cell phones came out immediately to snap a pic of her as she settled shyly on her daddy’s lap and hugged him around his neck drawing a collective awwww from the crowd. As Jack and Patricia were brought popcorn and drinks a buzz started in the venue and whispers.

NLE and Clover showed up dressed the same as they often did for appearances and events. Today they had on matching pink and white track suits. Clover had pink and white beads on the end of her braids to match her outfit that Patricia thought were really pretty. Clover shyly smiled at Patricia as she stuck to her daddy as well. Folks were used to Jack’s preppy and clean appearance so NLE looked like a rockstar to them as he was covered in tattoos and wore a stack of chunky gleaming chains with a full set of diamond grills when he laughed and smiled with Jack.

Both extremely handsome rappers were at the top of their game enjoying life to the fullest with Jack coming off a long hiatus about to once again dominate the charts, and NLE the fastest rising independent artist out with a streak of viral moments and hits. When the superstar showed up the media and fans went nuts at the unexpected appearance.

2 superstar dads on a playdate hit IG in minutes. Were they collabing? Was Jack performing at NLE’s show later that night? Were they working on a movie together? What was going on? Fans were losing their minds with chats exploding with speculation, and every girl made emergency plans to be ready for an any mention of an epic afterparty.

“What up playa?” NLE greeted Jack in a solid dap and a hug.

“Man you almost as tall as me.” Jack said sizing up the 6”2 rapper against his 6”3 frame and the 2 burst out laughing. It was too much for ladies in the venue watching the tall and handsome dads chat while their daughter’s hung onto them uncertain of what was happening. Clover was more used to the spotlight than Patricia who was already showing signs of being tired.

“Yo P.” Jack said lifting her little head off his shoulder and prying her hands off him to sit her down in the seat beside him and next to Clover. “Say hi to Clover.”

“Umm hi.” She offered quietly. This is one of many moments where Patricia was super shy in public. You and Jack had debates about giving her more opportunities to socialize but to say Jack was paranoid was an understatement.

“My name is Clover. I like your glasses.” Clover offered starting to warm up to her surroundings and her new friend. Patricia was in awe of Clover. Even as a 4yr old she was so glamorous to Patricia as she whipped out a phone from her little bedazzled designer purse to show Patricia pictures of her last outing with her dad where she got to dance with LA Laker cheerleaders. Jack was nervously eyeing the interaction and seeing Patricia in awe of Clover made him even more nervous. Clover was cute and he knew NLE was a good dad, but the 2 girls couldn’t be growing up more differently.

“I like your nails and your purse and your phone and your hair is pretty.” Patricia complimented all at once nervously trying to make a connection with Clover. The 2 girls giggled with their heads together as Clover showed Patricia pics and vids from her last run of adventures with her dad and silly videos they made together. “Your daddy is silly like my daddy.” Patricia giggled.

“Don’t worry bruh she got a phone but it’s parented protected like a MF. It’s a phone for kids so they feel grown but don’t have access to anything bad yuh feel me?” NLE told Jack in his thick Memphis drawl.

“I hear you fam. I kinda got Patricia bubble wrapped.” He joked but it was completely the case. If you had seen that phone he knew you would bug him to let Patricia have it. You grew up less sheltered than Jack and had responsibilities at a young age and felt it helped be who you were today, but up until Jack was in first grade he just came off a farm and had never played a video game.

His childhood in Louisville revolved around his large and close knit family. It wasn’t until his teens where he started to see more of the world and was in his later teens when he started drinking and “partaking in substances” as he put it. Even his run with that was short lived and he rarely did anything like that anymore.

You on the other hand were left at 16 to raise your two younger half-siblings. It was either that or foster care for them as your mom battled addiction and their father disappeared. You never knew who your dad was. Today because of Jack they were now stable and living close by and your mom was getting help. Jack had truly saved her life. He was your knight in shining armour you didn’t know you needed doing everything on your own. As you sipped on afternoon mimosas with your mother in law, you opened IG to find Patricia and Clover the hot topic of the platform.

“Babe…are you sure about this?” You frantically texted your bae. Jack had told you Patricia was going to the game but you didn’t know the NLE part which brought a whole other level of attention to the outing.

“We good baby. Just chill out and enjoy your day.” Jack texted back and put his phone back in his pocket.

“Clover has a phone??? Is it for kids? Where did NLE get that for her? HELLO??!” You texted to no response from your husband. He knew a barrage of questions would be coming. You were always pushing for Patricia not to be so sheltered. “OMG!! Look at my baby girl laughing and making friends!!!” Jack???! HELLOOOO??!” But he was clearly enjoying the game and not answering.

“Y/N what’s going on?” Maggie said looking over at you scrolling IG and texting like a mad woman.

“LOOK” you simply said tearing up and showed her what Hip Hop Central on Instagram just posted of Patricia and Clover now dancing to the music being played at halftime which was their dad’s music and falling all over each other giggling. The headline was “NLE and Jack Harlow Babysit”

“NLE and Clover wear matching outfits?? How adorable!” Maggie exclaimed “That’s Patricia? She just met Clover! She’s not shy right now! and excuse me you don’t babysit your own child.” Maggie said annoyed at the headline giving you your phone back and rolling her eyes. “She’ll be talking your ear off when y’all get back home.”

“How could he miss that the net was fucking open!!” Jack angrily exclaimed.

“Your daddy said a bad word.” Clover said to Patricia as both girls looked at Jack in a way that made him apologize to them.

“Calm down bruh.” NLE said to Jack who was now pouting at his team’s inevitable loss.

“I have to pee.” Clover said suddenly and jumped up to go to the bathroom.

“Me too.” Said Patricia who didn’t really have to pee until her friend said she had to go.

“I’ll take them” Katt said who was Jack’s assistant “Come on girls” she said and the 2 little girls followed her. As they went to the bathroom inside the boxed in area reserved for Jack, Katt waited for them while she faced the window watching the game. One of the staff who had their hands full left the door to the boxed in area open with the intention of coming back with more things to set up for lunch for the celebrity guests. Clover spotting the open door whispered to Patricia

“Wanna play hide and seek on our daddies?”

“Sure!” Patricia said up for anything Clover suggested.

Clover and Patricia snuck out the door and hid in the back of a golf cart used to get around the venue quickly that had a little canopy where you could put a little cooler for drinks. They hunkered down in the tight space. When the cart started moving they sat there quietly in hushed laughter. Their daddies would have to look all over for them and they thought that would be so fun!

Katt got an uneasy feeling and checked the small bathroom to find the girls gone. Her heart raced as she frantically texted Jack trying not to make a scene for the jumbotron to capture. Jack’s phone was in his pocket and he was preoccupied with shouting at the field over his losing team. Katt panicked and decided she had to tell him. She approached him as calmly as she could with all eyes watching and asked him and NLE to step inside the box.

“What’s going on?” They asked seeing the look on her face.

“The girls they…they were in the washroom and then…I don’t know how they disappeared.” She said wringing her hands and in tears.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!” Jack said angrily “Katt how did this happen?”

“Geezus where is my baby?” NLE panicked and seeing the door to the suite open he ran out with Jack and venue security close on his heels. “Wait let me call Clover.” He said but there was no answer. Immediately all venue security and police were notified and an amber alert went out on all attendees phones.

“Jack Harlow and Mr. Bryson Potts’s daughters are missing. I repeat, we have 2 missions children in the building. Please keep your eyes out and report to authorities immediately if you see these 2 little girls.” The announcer said and showed a picture of both girls on the jumbotron they had to take for security purposes when they arrived that day. “They are Patricia Harlow 4 years old, and Clover Potts 4 years old.”

Everyone in the venue held their breath as some joined the search party. The game came to a grinding halt with players joining the hunt for the 2 girls. You unknowingly were enjoying horse back riding with the women in your husband’s family on their family farm. Your phone was buzzing in your tight riding pants but you ignored it taking in the breathtaking Kentucky countryside.

The golf cart carrying its precious cargo came to a stop and the driver walked off. Patricia and Clover feeling they were no longer moving decided to poke their heads out. They thought they would pretty much be in the same spot as they had little concept of how big the venue was. They panicked once they didn’t recognize anything or anyone around them.

NLE remembered Clover had a tracker on her device. He checked his phone and picked up their location. “Found them!!” He announced “They on the other side but they’re running to somewhere. We have to catch up to them but they are in the building!” He led the search party in their direction.

“Are you lost?” A lady asked the two girls who were now running to find their dads and crying.

“Where’s my daddy?” Patricia said to the lady who instantly recognized her when she looked down and saw her face. “Patricia Harlow?”

Patricia nodded. “And who’s your friend?” The lady asked who was just making her way back to her seat when she spotted the two girls frantically looking around them. “That’s my bestie Clover.” Patricia said hugging Clover tight.

“Oh my god ok everyone is looking for you guys!!” The lady said as she called her husband who notified security. As Jack and NLE hadn’t yet caught up with them but were close.

“We got their location they are safe and being held in place.” They heard over walkie talkies. The fathers breathed a sigh of relief. Jack had never felt such dread in his life. They put the 2 dads and Jack’s security in a golf cart and speedily got them to where the lady was holding Clover and Patricia. When they saw each other they ran to one another. Jack scooped up Patricia and NLE scooped up Clover hugging and kissing the girls fighting fully crying.

“What were you thinking?” Jack asked Patricia sternly and she began to cry

“I wanted to play hide and seek daddy I’m so sorry!!” Clover bawled. “It’s ok princess don’t ever scare daddy like that again ok?” NLE said softly looking into her big brown eyes.

Bruh, where’d you get that phone for Clover? Imma need that.” Jack said holding Patricia close who was now drained and resting on him.

“Allow me boss” Duane said reaching out for Patricia “You want some ice cream girls?” He said reaching for Clover’s hand trying to calm the girls down and distract them.

“Tell me where you got Duane and I’ll tell you where I got the phone.” NLE said smiling. He was so impressed with how Duane was a part of the family.

“Thank you everyone. The whole building gets free ice cream on me for all your help.” Jack said and when they announced it everyone at the game cheered. The girls were carried out onto the field on the shoulders of a couple players and they waved to the crowd happy to see them safe. Boy would Patricia have a lot to tell you when you met up with them at home.

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Don’t Like The Lights

Sequel to Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights first to understand

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16. March 14th

It was late and Maryse was exhausted, lying in bed next to Jack. She shifted under the covers and looked over at him before sighing, seeing him sleeping peacefully. The twins had been particularly active that night, kicking and moving making it hard to get in a comfortable position. At this point she was going to sign them up at Mockingbird Valley as soon as they were born. 

She rubbed her belly, feeling another kick, but this time something was different. A sharp pain shot through her abdomen, taking her breath away. At first, she thought it was just the babies being active again, but as the pain grew stronger, she realized this wasn’t just kicking..

Maryse reached for Jack, who was still snoring next to her. “Babe…Jack…I think it’s happening,” she said as she started shaking him awake.

Jack sat up immediately, now wide awake. “What? You aren’t due for another few weeks!” 

Tears welled up in her eyes as the pain intensified. “I know…it’s too early.” She whispered loudly, starting to panic. “It’s too soon, they’re not ready!”

Jack quickly got out of the bed, throwing on sweat sweatpants and a hoodie. Reaching for the hospital bag they had prepared weeks ago. “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s just get you to the hospital.” 

Tears rolled down Maryse’s cheeks as she shook her head. “But what if something goes wrong? I’m not ready, I’m—”

“We got this,” Jack interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re strong, and our babies are going to be just fine. You’ve been carrying them for months, and they’re ready to meet us.”

She nodded weakly, still scared, but his words settled some of the fear bubbling inside her. “Okay,” she whispered, letting him help her toward the car.

With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jack said, “Let’s go meet our babies.”

As they sped through the dark streets, the hospital still a few miles away, Jack kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting gently on Maryse’s thigh. She was gripping her belly, her breathing controlled but strained as another contraction came and went. The tension in the car was intense and Jack wanted to lighten it up. 

With a slight grin, he glanced over at her, his voice playful. “You know… if we time this right, they’ll probably end up being born the day after me.” His birthday was a few short hours ago as it was now past midnight. 

Maryse, between deep breaths, shot him a tired but amused look. “You seriously think you’re that lucky?” 

He chuckled, turning his attention back to the road for a second before looking at her again. “Hey, I’m just saying… twins love a grand entrance. They want their own day but close enough to remind everyone who their dad is.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as she braced through another contraction, and for a moment, he thought maybe his light-hearted joke wasn’t working. But as the pain lessened, she turned to him with a small smirk. “Let’s just hope they’re not as dramatic as their dad.”

He laughed softly, the sound a brief comfort in the intensity of the moment. “I don’t know about that. If they’ve got even half of your fire, we’re in for it.”

When they finally arrived, the doctors confirmed that she was indeed in labor but only three centimeters dilated. “You’ve got some hours to go,” the nurse with a sympathetic smile, helping her adjust the bed for comfort.

As Maryse tried to focus on her breathing, Jack sat beside her, tapping his fingers on the bedside table. At first, it was a soft rhythm, something to distract himself from the nerves, but it soon became obvious he was making a beat out of the rhythm of her breathing.

Maryse clenched her jaw, exhaling sharply. “If you don’t stop tapping,” she said through gritted teeth, “I’m going to get really mad.”

Jack froze mid-tap, eyes wide, then sheepishly pulled his hand away from the table. “Sorry, just trying to help,” he muttered, a crooked grin forming.

She shot him a look but then sighed, leaning back into her pillows. “Maybe help by not turning my labor into a mixtape.”

“Noted,” he said, settling back, a little quieter but still grinning.

In between contractions, Maryse looked up at Jack with a weak smile. “I’m hungry,” she whispered, her voice laced with exhaustion. “Can you get me something?”

Jack, eager to help, nodded quickly. “I got you,” he said, rushing out of the room.

A few minutes later, he returned, his arms overflowing with snacks—chips, candy, granola bars, a banana, even a couple of drinks. “I, uh… I wasn’t sure what you could have, so I just grabbed everything,” he admitted sheepishly, holding up the pile.

Maryse blinked at the assortment, then gave a small laugh despite the situation. “I can’t eat half of that, but I appreciate the effort.”

“Which one can you eat?” Jack asked, looking a little lost.

She pointed to the banana and granola bar. “Those will do. Thanks, baby.”

He handed them over, still looking concerned. “I’ll eat the rest,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes stayed glued to her, watching her every move with worry as she nibbled at the food between breaths.

“You should probably call your parents… and mine,” she said, in between bites

Jack hesitated, not wanting to leave her side for even a second, but nodded. “Okay, I’ll call them. But I’m not going far.”

Maryse squeezed his hand, appreciating his presence. “I know. Just… tell them it’s happening.”

Before Jack walked out the room Maryse stopped him. “Hey, babe?”

Jack turned around, “I love you, and so happy to be on this journey with you.”

She could see him getting emotional, Jack walked back and pressed a long kiss to her forehead, and then to her lips. “I love you more.”

“Yuck.” Maryse says with a grin before pushing him away. “Now, go call our parents and Urban so you can relax a bit.” 

He kissed her forehead softly before stepping aside, pulling out his phone. “Hey, Mrs, Monet” he began quietly, trying to keep his voice calm, though the excitement and worry were palpable. “Sorry, Margot… It’s time. We’re at the hospital… yeah, for real this time.”

As he made the calls, Maryse breathed deeply, bracing herself for the next contraction. Knowing their families would be there soon brought her a bit of comfort. Even though things were happening faster than expected, she felt better with Jack by her side and their loved ones on the way.

Jack came back into the room after stepping out to make the call, his face slightly flushed from rushing back to her side. He took a seat next to Maryse, gently lifting her hand again.

“I just got off the phone with your parents,” he said, his voice calm. “They’re taking the next flight out from New York, but they probably won’t make it before the babies are born.”

Maryse let out a soft sigh, her face showing a mix of disappointment and anxiety. “I was hoping they’d be here in time.”

“I know, baby, but my mom and dad are on their way. They’ll be here soon,” he reassured her, squeezing her hand. “My mom’s gonna bring all the calm energy you need.”

She forced a smile through the pain, “Good. I need that right now.”

Jack leaned in and kissed her temple, his thumb gently rubbing her palm. “You’re doing amazing. Just a little longer, and we’ll have them here.”

She nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of the contractions. “You’re staying with me the whole time, right?”

“Of course. I’m not leaving your side,” he promised, his eyes steady on hers.

Maryse smiled and gave him a tired look, wincing as another contraction rolled through.

“Hey, Urban just got here. He’s in the waiting room.”

“Good. Maybe he can take some of your nervous energy because it’s making me nervous too.”

Jack chuckled, trying to play it cool but knowing she could read him better than anyone. “I’m not that nervous.”

She raised an eyebrow and let out a small huff, “Babe, I can see you tapping your foot like you’re working on a beat, again!”

He looked down, noticing his foot bouncing anxiously, and sheepishly smiled. “Alright, maybe I’m a little worked up.”

“Go tell him to come in here,” Maryse added, squeezing his hand, “Maybe he can calm you down.”

Jack nodded, standing up. “I’ll bring him in,” he said, giving her hand one last reassuring squeeze before heading out to get his friend.

When Maryse saw Urban walk in, holding his film camera with a mischievous grin, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You really brought a camera in here?”

Urban shrugged, still grinning. “Gotta document the moment, right?”

She let out a low groan as another contraction hit, her face scrunching up in pain. “I’m in way too much pain to yell at you right now… but trust me, I’ll make up for it later.”

Urban chuckled, holding up the camera defensively. “Hey, I’m just capturing memories.”

“I better appreciate these photos when this is all over,” she muttered, shifting uncomfortably as the pain intensified. “Because I swear, if I look like a mess in them, you’re gonna regret it.”

Jack chuckled, rubbing her back. “You’ll look amazing—“

Maryse gave him a tired side-eye. “Whatever.” But deep down, she knew she’d treasure the moments Urban was capturing.

Just as another wave of pain hit, Jack’s parents finally arrived. Maggie swept into the room, her eyes immediately going to Maryse, taking in her exhaustion. She wasted no time.

“You two,” she pointed at Jack and Urban, “go get some coffee. I can tell you’ve been getting on her nerves.”

Jack blinked in disbelief. “I haven’t! I’ve been—”

Maryse shot him a look, eyebrow raised. He fell silent, his argument dying before it began.

Maggie gave him a knowing smile. “Mmhmm. Go on. We’ll keep her company for a bit.”

Urban snickered, nudging Jack as they reluctantly headed for the door. “Told you she’d notice.”

Jack grumbled, glancing back at Maryse as she waved him off, already more relaxed with his mom by her side. “Yeah, yeah. We won’t be long,” he muttered, trying to salvage a little pride.

Maryse just smirked, leaning into his mom’s comforting presence as they left the room.

Maggie turned to Maryse with a gentle smile. “How are you doing, sweetheart? Feeling okay? I really hope he’s not driving you too crazy in here.”

She let out a tired chuckle, her body relaxing a bit now that the room was quieter. “Honestly, he’s been doing great. He’s just… really nervous, and it’s kind of rubbing off on me. But he’s been sweet.”

She nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. “He gets that way when he cares a lot. I’m so happy for you two. This is such an exciting time.”

Maryse smiled, her eyes tearing up a little. “Thanks… I can’t believe this is actually happening.”

His mom leaned over, squeezing her hand. “You’re going to be amazing parents. Both of you.”

That reassurance settled something in Maryse, the warmth of it wrapping around her like a blanket.

A few minutes later, Jack popped his head back into the room, grinning like a kid caught sneaking candy. “Can I come back in now? I miss you,” he said, eyes soft as they landed on Maryse.

She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re so cheesy,” she muttered, but the warmth in her voice gave her away. No matter how much she pretended to be annoyed, that sweetness was exactly what she needed right now.

His mom laughed, patting his shoulder as she passed him on her way out. “Alright, you two, I’ll let you have your moment.”

Jack quickly walked over to her bedside, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “I can’t help it,” he said softly. “I love you.”

Maryse rolled her eyes again, but this time, she smiled wide. “Ew. You really do.”

Before he could respond, her face scrunched in discomfort. She gripped Jack’s hand tightly, her voice shaking. “Get the doctor or nurse, please,” she urged, barely able to keep her breath steady.

Jack’s eyes widened with concern as he quickly stood up, rushing to the door and calling for help. A nurse hurried in within moments, checking Maryse over before nodding. “It’s time. You’re ready to push.”

Panic mixed with excitement flashed across Jack’s face as the room suddenly buzzed with activity. The nurses quickly started prepping everything while another handed him a set of scrubs. “We need to get you into these now,” she instructed.

Jack fumbled with the clothes, his hands shaking as he tried to put them on. He glanced back at Maryse, who was focused on breathing through the pain. He could tell she was terrified, but there was no time to dwell on that now. He had to be there for her.

“You got this, baby,” he called out, though his own nerves were showing. He finally got dressed and rushed back to her side, ready to hold her hand through what was about to happen.

Maryse gave him a tired but determined look. “You better be right here the whole time,” she said between breaths.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, squeezing her hand as the doctor arrived.

The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, ready for the arrival of their twins. “Alright, Mrs. Harlow, it’s time to push. Give me a big one,” the doctor said, voice calm yet firm.

Maryse didn’t even register being called “Mrs. Harlow,” too focused on the overwhelming pressure and pain. Her entire body trembled as she braced herself, gripping Jack’s hand so tightly that he winced, but he didn’t dare complain.

“You’re doing amazing, babe,” Jack encouraged, his voice soft but steady. “Just breathe. I’m right here. You’ve got this.”

With a final push, their son was born. His tiny cry pierced the air almost immediately, bringing both of them to tears. “It’s a boy!” the doctor announced, but before they could fully process it, the doctor encouraged her to push again. “One more, you’re doing great!”

But before she could catch her breath, the next contraction hit, signaling it was time for their second baby. “You’re almost there,” Jack reassured her. “One more. You can do this.”

She bore down, pushing with all her strength. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and the room seemed to fade around her, everything focusing on the task at hand. She groaned with the effort, her face contorting in pain, but she didn’t stop. The sound of the doctor’s calm instructions blended with Jack’s reassuring words, both keeping her going.

Jack leaned in, kissing the side of her forehead, his heart racing as much as hers. “Just a little more, baby, you’re almost done.”

Maryse screamed as she gave one last push, The doctor held her up, but the room fell into an eerie silence—she didn't cry

Her heart dropped. She looked over at Jack, panic in her eyes, and she squeezed his hand even tighter. “Why isn’t she crying? What’s wrong?”

Jack’s face paled, his eyes glued to their baby. “Come on, baby girl,” he whispered under his breath, his voice trembling. “Come on.”

The seconds felt like hours. The nurses quickly began rubbing her back, gently stimulating her, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, the sweetest sound filled the room—a tiny, soft cry.

Both Maryse and Jack let out a breath they didn’t realize they were holding, tears streaming down their faces. “She’s okay,” the doctor reassured them, “Sometimes it just takes them a minute.”

Jack’s legs almost gave out from the relief as he leaned over to kiss Maryse's forehead. “She’s okay,” he whispered, voice cracking. “They’re both okay.”

Once the nurses had cleaned the babies, they gently placed one in each of their arms. Maryse cradled the first twin, their son, while Jack held their daughter, his face lit with awe. The room was quieter now, the cries subsiding into soft coos, and the nurses hovered nearby, curious as they asked the question.

“So, what are their names?” one nurse asked, a smile on her face.

Maryse looked up at Jack, her heart swelling. This was the moment they’d talked about, dreamed about. She shifted her gaze back down to the tiny face in her arms, brushing a finger softly across her son’s cheek.

“Noah Thomas,” she said softly, pride and emotion lacing her voice.

Jack smiled, glancing down at their daughter, who was already settling in his arms like she knew she belonged there. “And this little one is London Paige,” he added, his voice full of warmth.

The nurses beamed. “Beautiful names,” one of them said, making a note on the clipboard.

As they looked down at their children, Maryse and Jack exchanged a glance, both overwhelmed by the love and responsibility that had just entered their lives. Noah, with his tiny features that mirrored Maryse, and London, with her resemblance to Jack, made the moment feel even more surreal.

“They’re perfect,” Jack whispered, leaning in to kiss Maryse's forehead again, unable to tear his eyes away from their babies.

Maryse smiled tiredly. “Yeah, they really are.”

The nurses gently took Noah and London to the adjoining station to check their vitals, Jack turned his full attention to Maryse. He leaned closer, cupping her face in his hands, brushing his lips against her forehead, her cheeks, and finally planting soft kisses all over her face.

“I’m so happy right now,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You did amazing, babe. I can’t believe we just brought two beautiful babies into the world.”

Maryse laughed lightly, still feeling a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with tears of happiness. “You were right there with me the whole time.”

Jack nodded, his eyes shining. “And I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. You’re incredible.” He paused, watching her with a tenderness that made her heart swell.

“I can’t believe we’re parents now.”

“Right? We are really doing this,” he replied, grinning ear to ear, his voice filled with excitement.

Just then, the nurses returned with the twins, both of them sleeping peacefully in their tiny blankets. “They’re doing great!” one of the nurses announced, beaming at the new parents. “Everything looks perfect.”

Jack’s eyes lit up as they approached, and he turned back to Maryse. “Look at them,” he said, pride swelling in his chest. “We made those little miracles.”

Maryse couldn’t help but smile as she watched him fall into that instant connection with their children. “They’re our world now,” she said softly.

She leaned back against the hospital pillow, she couldn’t help but smile at Jack, who stood by the bassinet, completely mesmerized by the tiny babies they had just brought into the world. She watched him, his eyes wide and full of love, and felt a warmth spread through her chest. All the pain and stress they had just endured felt like a distant memory. Before the exhaustion pulled her under, her mind wandered back to the whirlwind of the past year.

From the dizzying heights of success with her music career to the unexpected news of her pregnancy, it had all felt like a beautiful, chaotic dream. 

Their late-night talks, the way he made her laugh when she was feeling down, and the countless times he had gently reminded her of her strength—it all played like a montage in her mind. The stalker incident, the Super Bowl performance, and the challenges of preparing for two little ones felt like a lifetime ago. Yet here they were, parents of two, ready to take on whatever came next.

She glanced at Jack again, who was still transfixed by the babies, his expression a mix of awe and pride. That sight filled her with warmth, and as her eyelids grew heavier, she felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. They had fought through it all together, and now, with their family finally complete, she knew they could handle anything.

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AN: EVERYONE SCREAMMMMMM!!! Noah & London are hereeeeee ;) a day after Jack's birthday of course poor maryse haha please let me know what you think and if you like their names 🫶

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Jack making a mixtape 😭

[harlowtales]

Jack and Y/N stir up the toxic 😤 ☣️ ❤️

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There was one night Jack came in high and had been drinking which he doesn’t usually do. He crept into your room where you stayed in his condo to cater to his every need as his assistant. He crashed beside you as you lay there frozen. Trying to move him was like trying to move a brick.

Had he wandered into your room thinking it was his? Did he think you were his latest fling that would stay over some nights? Those nights that were so awkward when one of Jack’s flavours of the month would stay over and in the morning you would find some confused girl in the fridge rummaging around for a snack in his Tshirt and boy underwear.

Jack would always shoot you a look as whoever it was this time blew him a kiss goodbye trying desperately to stay. You didn’t seem to care at all. In fact you thought these girls were stupid and wanted no part of Jack’s world as “Harleezy”.

You had gotten to know Jackman Thomas Harlow and Jackman is who you were trying to hide that you adored, possibly had even fallen for…as far as that was possible for you. You were pretty but didn’t really understand that, and didn’t know how to “act sexy”, or any of that stuff, which drove Jack insane for you. He loved the awkwardness, the inability to take a compliment, the complete lack of awareness of how pretty you were, and lack of being able to bullshit him.

In fact, you were kind of grumpy which Jack found cute and would go out of his way to irritate you on purpose. You hadn’t intended your first assignment to be babysitting a grown man but this grown man desperately needed it. He was so kind and sweet it became a role you filled very well. At least looking after Jack had benefits. He was lighthearted and witty, and you needed that in your life.

You were a business grad and that was your mindset. Working for Jack was your first big break. It was Jackman who told you how he really struggled with fame and felt insecure while you two would chill some nights with pups and watch a movie. “Young Harleezy” was breaking hearts and gently kicking girls out in the morning.

However, you started seeing someone else in the business as you had no illusions of you and Jack ever being a thing. Plus dating someone so recognizable didn’t appeal to you. Unfortunately when Jack found out about your new man, he went on a bender at his favourite nightclub, the Hub.

He stumbled onto your bed and crashed, intending to tell you how he felt about you that night, but was too gone. In the morning you woke up to his arm and leg over you looking like an absolute angel with a mess of curls. He must never know how you felt about him. You worked for his label. As you were taking him all in trapped under his massive frame compared to yours, he opened his blue eyes, rubbed his freckled nose, smiled, and pulled you closer going back to sleep.

“J…Jack…JACKMAN it’s me Y/N get your giraffe self off me” you said trying to move just his arm was not working as he gripped you tighter. “Earth to Jackman I’m not Alisha…or “Delilah” who we all know her name is not fucking Delilah…or Jesse who has no makeup line coming out like how stupid does she think we are…or Joanne who like bitch I’m not your maid. Clean the crumbs off the counter when you make your post-dick sucking peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!! Uughhh!”The desperation in your voice reached a strained pitch as you struggled underneath him. This was what Jack was waiting for. He knew you cared and responded half asleep as his perfect pout turned up slightly at the corner in delight.

“Listen Y/N” Jack said still groggy “I know whose bed I’m in just relax.” He nuzzled into you and was full on cuddling now. He proceeded to doze back off and talk in his sleep. You learned he couldn’t stop thinking about you, said you’re his girl no one else’s, he loves grilled cheese with the crusts cut off, and Phil owes him $20.00. You laid there under the weight of him and listened to him babble until eventually you detangled yourself from the labyrinth of arms and legs, and went to make his eggs like you do every morning.

When you entered the kitchen Ismail was there having already grabbed something to eat and was working on his laptop as the sun was just beaming through the large windows over the Ohio river you had a full view of.

“Oh hey” you greeted him off handedly

“Hey.” He said quietly. Ismail wasn’t a big talker which was perfect for you especially in the morning

“He alright?” He said motioning over to your room

“He’s fine just fucking irritating as usual. I think I have a crick in my neck. He sleeps like pups just takes over the bed. Thanks for feeding her.” You replied as you picked up pups and gave her a kiss

“No worries. Sorry he insisted he had to talk to you last night and tell you everything. I couldn’t stop him from going in there.” Ismail apologized “When are you leaving for the Caribbean? We’re all dreading it”

“I leave today…wait what? What do you mean tell me everything is he ok?” You asked Ismail. Jack is always talking shit so you took nothing he said seriously…even in his sleep.

“Nothing.” Ismail said looking like he let something slip. “I’m taking over for you. Jack said he’s not letting some snotty nosed kid from Atlantic make his eggs for 2 weeks so show me how to make the Y/N special.”

You were getting the pan out and everything you needed as Jack never slept in even the odd time he got into some “substances” the night before. You started boiling the kettle for his tea and took the eggs out and a bowl. “Well first of all he only likes them scrambled but I’ve moved him over from hard to soft and some salt and pepper. I also pan fry his toast in THIS PAN. He says he can taste the difference when it’s done in any other pan. Got it? This pan for the eggs, this pan for the toast.”

Ismail gained a new appreciation for you 1min into these instructions. “I ain’t doing all this he gets what he gets.” Ismail vowed. What did he sign up for? Was his boy really like this? “No wonder he loves you so much.” He said and immediately clamped his mouth shut, but you were busy cracking and whipping up everything so you didn’t notice.

You placed Jack’s plate of eggs and pan fried toast on the table with a peeled and fanned out orange on the side with his favourite “Throat Coat” tea. Ismail watched in admiration knowing he wasn’t going to be able to top this.

“Ok Ismail since this is your crash course in all things Jackman let’s go wake him up.” You said preparing Ismail for what it’s like to get his friend out of bed. You were armed with pups which was your secret weapon.

You unleashed puppers onto the bed and Jack was attacked with licking, whining, and barking. Still motionless and in a deep sleep you took a pillow and hit him repeatedly in the head. “Jack!! JACKMAN!!” You yelled “Eggs!!” He came too with a gentle smile.

“Hey beautiful thanks my eggs are ready?” He said looking absolutely adorable with bed head and disheveled clothes from the club.

“Go take a quick shower first. Here’s some water and pop a couple vitamin C to sober up ok? I leave today and I need to make sure you’re ok before I go. You have a conference call with management and Ismail is here. I prepared your notes for your phone interview and the studio called. I booked you in all weekend. You have to finish those last 2 songs and make sure you sign that card for your cousins birthday, and I restocked the bathroom with that soap you like.”

As you gave Jack who was still waking up a run down of everything he needed to know in his life, Ismail was starting to understand why Jack felt such anxiety with you going away. “I’m exhausted already Y/N” Ismail said in awe of you “Jack buddy let’s go bud you got a headache?” He said helping his friend up.

“Yeah sort of.” Jack said feeling more depressed than anything “Y/N you’re meeting him in the islands aren’t you? This mr. record executive.”

You stopped. “Who told you that?” You asked stunned.

“I got my sources. You could’ve just told me… I mean it’s not like I give a fuck. I can have 2 and 3 girls over at a time while you’re gone and I don’t have to worry about whoever I have over crying that you don’t like them.” Jack said being as mean as possible. He had hoped something would’ve happened last night but he was too wasted.

“Jack fuck the whole neighborhood while I’m gone I don’t care.” You retorted annoyed as you busily went about preparing for your flight “Ismail have fun. I know I will.” You smirked which drove Jack nuts.

“Have fun blowing the boss’s son who cares!” He yelled back downstairs as he went up to shower

“Your eggs are cold now.” Is all you said calmly

“Bro. Is he…do y’all always…what in the actual fuck did I just witness? Y’all need to fuck and get it over with.” Ismail marvelled shaking his head.

“Oh trust me, that was nothing.” You said rolling your eyes “now watch when he comes back down.” You predicted in a hushed whisper.

Jack came back down his curls still wet and sat at the table with a sigh for attention while you tidied up the kitchen. “Pookie.” Jack called to you as you had your back turned washing up. “Pook! Yo, my food is cold, can you please warm it up for me?”

“Of course” you said taking his dish with a peck on his forehead to which he smiled and you put his plate in the microwave. “Look I leave in a few hours. Ismail is all set so if you need me don’t call me. I will have no access to email and spotty cell service.”

“Y/N?” Jack said in the most pathetic way “Don’t enjoy yourself too much you know what I mean? You got condoms right?” Jack asked as he sipped on his tea.

With that, watching the most toxic interaction he’d ever seen, Ismail walked away and left the room, he’d had enough.

“I bought a fresh box thank you dad.” You lied stealing a piece of his bacon before handing back his warmed up plate.

“A BOX??” Jack fumed “You know what? I lost my fucking appetite” he said shoving the plate away and folding his arms.

“You know what makes me lose my appetite? All your little hoes losing their underwear in your mattress. Like I’m so glad I don’t have to clean your cum splattered room. They’re so dumb and skanky and gross” You shot back pretending to gag.

“When do you fucking leave?” Jack seethed.

“Not soon enough!” You yelled stomping to your room. He was knocking on your door in 2 seconds.

Ismail was desperately trying to get Jack’s attention to cue up for his interview and conference call.

“Fuck off!” You said through the door as you decided to call your uber and leave early. This was why you were leaving in the first place. Most of the time the toxic banter was all in fun, but sometimes it got ugly.

“Open the door Pookie.” Jack insisted sounding nicer “Can I help you with anything before you go?” Which was his way of getting you to open the door. He didn’t want you going away mad and using your whole box of condoms to spite him.

“You want to help me? Take your meds.” You said still pissed as you opened the door to find him eating the breakfast he said he didn’t want and just standing there. “Why are you so clinically insane?” You asked him while gathering your things to head out early.

“I’m sorry I’m way off lately. I love you, you know that.” He said as he often did. What you didn’t know is that it was true.

“I called my Uber I’m out of here, remember interview and all that other shit. Hopefully when I come back you can treat me like a fucking human.” You said on the edge of tears which wasn’t normal for you.

“Please don’t sleep with him. I couldn’t…I wanted to tell you last night…I” Jack stammered and sat on your bed looking paler than usual

“Jack talk to me.” You said concerned as you sat next to him. “You can talk to me you know that right?”

“Y/N please. I need you to not sleep with this guy.” Jack begged.

“Jack I’m seeing him. I can’t just refuse to sleep with him. We’re getting closer and this will be our first time. He wanted it to be special.” You said dreamily. Jack couldn’t take it he abruptly stood up and started pacing.

“What if I fire you if you go.” He said

You shot up walking over to him to stop him pacing and talking crazy. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“Because…I can’t…ah fuck” Jack pinned you to the wall. He pressed into you and passionately kissed you as his hands began moving all over your body. You felt him rising quickly and panted “Jack no…please”. He pulled his sweatpants down and lifted up your shirt getting one breasts free sucking and biting your nipple roughly “Jack I can’t do this!” You breathlessly exclaimed. He turned you around and felt between your legs to tease your space.

“Then why are you so wet?” He demanded as he backed you up to your bed and pushed you onto it taking his shirt off as he stood between your legs. He kneeled down just admiring your glistening pussy and started licking all the way up your inner thigh, penetrating your dewey core with his hot tongue and suctioning your clit with his juicy lips. You gripped his damp curls with agony. Was this actually happening and why was this happening?

He forcefully had your hips in his grasp as you straddled your shaking thighs around his head. Once he came back up he stood up rock hard in front of you wiping his mouth with a mischievous grin motioning for you to pleasure him. This had gone too far now. The Uber was on the way, Ismail was in the living room, and Jack had things to do.

You took him into your whole mouth pulling the shaft slowly out of your wet mouth with a rotating suck at the tip. He lost his mind rolling his head back moaning and shoving your head down. You gagged a bit but spit on his now purple throbbing cock and pumped him vigorously matching his intense energy.

You both had so much pent up energy and anger that you needed each other so much. He pushed you back and entered you slowly as you winced from his size. This is not how you imagined your first time with him as you had done many nights falling asleep knowing he had brought someone home that you would see in the morning in the kitchen.

“How you give such good head and so…uughhh so tight and wet.” He said out of breath inside you rocking in between your thighs finding his perfect spot before he pummelled you into the mattress. He couldn’t believe how good you were. Had he known he would have done this a long time ago. “Your my girl understand?” Echoing what he had said in his sleep. His tender kiss on your forehead as he went deeper stretching you had you looking into his eyes in disbelief of the painful pleasure. “I’m not nice Y/N. not when the pussy is this good and belongs to me.”

He shifted all his weight onto you making you cry out “Jack I can’t…you’re too big…I…oh god.”

He covered your mouth muffling your pleas for him to stop when he knew you didn’t want him to. He didn’t want Ismail to hear you scream. “Shhhhh” he said in your ear overpowering you in missionary position. “Relax ok? Am I hurting you? Tell me yes.”

He let you speak moving his hand away. “Yes… fuck…PLEASE Jack.! I wont be rude anymore I swear.” The ecstasy you felt was uncontainable.

He smiled and covered your mouth again driving hard and fast and was not satisfied until he felt a tear drip down your face onto his firm hand. It was too much, too much he had held in for too long. He aggressively drove hard until he exploded onto your stomach as he quickly pulled out.

It was more than he had dreamed every night he was with someone else. “Fuck you’re so good” He said dipping his throbbing tip into his warm cum on your stomach smearing it all over before lying back pulling you to snuggle up to his chest. You were both a mess. One of your breasts was out of your bra, and your underwear still around one ankle. It all happened so fast.

Just then the Uber called and Ismail knocked on the door. “Jack buddy your interview and Y/N’s Uber is here.” Ismail called out to you and Jack heaving and sweating, you with his cum still all over your stomach.

“One sec bro.” Jack called out to Ismail and frantically turned to you “Don’t get on that fucking plane.” He demanded both if you still reeling from your rough romp.

“Jack I…” you started to say but he kept you from answering your phone. The Uber was calling you.

“Miss Y/N no longer needs your services. We’ll pay you full fare. Sorry bro.” He said still a bit out of breath as he hung up and tossed your phone on the floor.

“Uughhh!! I hate you!” You said exasperated

“I know baby. I hate you too, and by the way, you’re fired.” He said.

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“You ready baby? Happy Birthday to my girl. Are you excited?” Jack said holding you from behind and kissing your neck as you checked yourself out in the full length mirror.

“Baby you’re wrinkling me!” You said smoothing out where he had bunched up your dress wrapping his arms around you. “But thank you baby I can’t wait!”

“If I was a bad bitch I’d wanna fuck me too!” You said jumping up and down as if you were already at NLE’s show in the front row. Jack surprised you with tickets and because he knew NLE you were going to meet him. Jack just looked at you and walked away. He was a bit jealous if he was being honest. This was all you talked about since you found out like you weren’t dating an even more famous rapper.

“Hey, calm down and don’t you think you should wear something that covers you more baby? What about this jeans and hoodie? It’s just a concert.” Jack tried to reason to make himself feel better. You looked gorgeous and that was the problem. NLE was as funny and charming as Jack was.

“Um no thanks I like this dress but maybe next time.” You said unknowingly kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s go!!!”

“Can we listen to NLE on the way there?” You begged as Jack didn’t like noise when he was driving.

“We’re going to the show isn’t that over kill?” He said starting to get annoyed.

“We’ll listen to older stuff he might not play tonight. PLLLLLEASE” you said pouting.

“Ok fine.” He relented kissing your forehead. You were adorable when you begged.

“Going down a narrow ro oh oh oad, going down a narrow road oh oh oad!!!” You sang NLE’s earlier hit Narrow Road at the top of your lungs with the roof open. Jack was already regretting buying you these tickets. He had to make you go to Gazebo Fest and you complained the entire time of being too hot, hungry, and tired.

Jack wasn’t much for concerts and when he went he usually sat higher up in box seats but because he knew you wanted front row you got front row. Baby gets what baby wants. This was a smaller venue anyway so Jack didn’t have much of a choice. You let out a squeal when you grabbed the barricade and Jack rolled his eyes taking his guarded boyfriend stance firmly behind you where he planned to be the entire time. He looked around and he felt old. NLE’s crowd was about 16-25 so he grumpily put up with pushing and shoving as the crowd built up.

“Yo!!! Oh shit Jack Harlow is here!” He was hearing around him as cell phones quickly came out of pockets and flashed before he could say anything. He wanted a date night feeling with no security and was beginning to regret it. You on the other hand were chatting away with someone beside you about how funny NLE was and his latest shenanigans on IG.

“Girl that red see through top and red leather pants at Fashion Week??? OMG!! He looked SO GOOD!” She gushed to which you nodded and Jack pretended not to hear. That’s when the lights went down a few opening acts you didn’t care much about came on. Jack was concerned you were bored.

“You ok baby? You’re barely dancing” he observed sweetly as he held you tighter. He was bracing himself for your reaction to the main event.

“Just waiting for my man is all.” You said “Saving my energy.” You didn’t yet know you were going to meet NLE afterwards.

After a brief intermission and endless people coming up to Jack the lights dimmed and you started screaming. “He ain’t even on yet.” Jack said dryly and slightly embarrassed.

Then it got pitch black and smoke filled the stage. Through the mist NLE emerged with his signature look shirtless, tatted from head to toe, low riding black jeans. He directed a megawatt, diamond grilled smile to you and winked. “Jack Harlow done brought his girl to see me y’all!!!” NLE said playfully as he darted to the other end of the stage. Jack smiled back but the joke irked him. You on the other hand were mesmerized.

Then NLE did the Slut Me Out trilogy it was a wrap. By this time Jack was hiding how mad he was. NLE had you. He jumped down from the stage drenched in sweat and as he went by the front row he kissed your hand like a perfect gentleman. You sang along just as loud as in the car then it happened. NLE pulled you up on stage and walked around you like his prey as he rapped “Is we fucking or what?” and made his famous humping gestures in the air. You were escorted back to Jack who just stood there in disbelief.

“Having a good time now?” Jack said angrily

“Baby I…Baby it’s all just fun.” You apologized thinking because Jack and NLE knew each other and both always joked around it was all fine. You tried to kiss him but he dogged it.

“I have a surprise for you that unfortunately we can’t back out of now or I’ll look like a punk.” Jack explained as the crowd thinned out after the show and he led you to the backstage area following security that came to get you.

“Wait what’s happening???” You asked incredulously as you were now standing in the hallway in front of NLE’s dressing room door. Jack just stood there not saying a word.

“Baby I am so sorry if I acted way over the top and made you feel bad.” You said as you titled your head up to kiss him. Jack couldn’t resist and felt your butt as his tongue met yours.

“You owe me after this” Jack said giving your butt a light but stinging tap that served as a warning.

“You’re a lucky man legend” you heard a voice say in a thick Memphis drawl. You turned around and there he was. NLE standing there freshly showered with grey sweatpants on and a towel on his head.

You tried not to appear remotely interested in looking down at the package NLE was toting. Jack’s eyes were on you.

“You must be y/n so honoured to meet the princess of Kentucky” he said holding your hand too long for Jack’s liking.

You shyly replied “Um that’s me” fixing hair behind your ear. All mannerisms that Jack didn’t like.

“Oh fuck now she getting all SHY??” He said seething in his mind.

“Sup.” He said to NLE and dapped him up not showing how agitated his was as he felt NLE poured it on thick during his show.

“I hope you don’t mind me bringing this gorgeous prize on stage. I just wanted to make her birthday unforgettable.” NLE said eyeing you

“Preciate you man.” Jack replied stiffly in complete bro mode.

“Oh boy Jack is acting all hard he is PISSED.” You said to yourself. Him and Jack talked shop for a bit off to the side recounting the XXL freshman class they were both in. Jack seemed to loosen up and was smiling and laughing to which you breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way home he was silent in the car and you didn’t ask to play any music especially NLE’s. You reached over and felt his bulge and he responded immediately shifting in his seat as he stared at the road. “That’s right, you know how to make everything up to me birthday girl.”

“Pull over.” You ordered “Imma take care of you like it’s YOUR birthday.”

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“Yo my girl is coming over tonight behave yourself” Clay said to his brother

“Couldn’t care less bro” Jack said as he checked his messages totally preoccupied as they were sitting on the couch together watching the game.

“Ok boys she’s going to be here soon. Clay set the table, Jack just behave yourself” their mom said shaking a spatula at Jack as she finished cooking

“Whys everyone saying that?” Jack said in fake bewilderment. He knew damn well why. He would get to cracking jokes and pouring on charm or just being goofy and the girls would fall for him leaving Clay with a broken heart.

Clay had come into his own. He had matured and grew tall and handsome and was a super producer living on his own. The family was gathering for Labour Day long weekend dinner and Clay was introducing his mystery woman to the family.

“Must be serious bro. I’m happy for you.” Jack said sincerely. He decided he wasn’t going to do anything to upset his brother. He had matured too and he had nothing to prove by stealing yet another girl. Jack made a mental note to not play around because he wanted to see if this girl was trying to date Clay to get near him.

Just then the doorbell rang but it was his grandparents. Then it rang again and it was his dad coming back from a run to the liquor store for the festivities. Then it rang again and again filling the house with aunts and uncles and cousins. No girlfriend. Clay started nervously checking his phone. Tonight he was going to propose in front of the whole family. His family was just meeting her but Clay kept her under wraps for almost a year.

Jack would tease him about his imaginary girlfriend but Clay wanted to make sure she was with him for the right reasons. Tonight be was making it official and they were basically eloping. He didn’t want the whole big fuss. His family was big and could get to be a lot, and him and his girl were low key. They always talked about a ceremony at City Hall, small dinner party and quick honeymoon in Jamaica. He was busy finishing up his brother’s album.

As everyone was getting hungry waiting for their new guest they decided to start eating. Jack was watching his brother out the corner of his eye concerned as he was frantically texting her back and forth. He vowed to keep quiet so he said nothing. Finally the doorbell rang. It was Stefanie. Clay jumped up to let her in and she was a mess!

Stefanie had caught a flat tire on the way over. She insisted on driving over herself because she was hyper vigilant about not looking like a gold digger or Clay spoiling her. She had an old Acura that worked on a good day but refused Clay buying her a new car. She knew how to change a tire but it had also rained a bit ruining her look. She didn’t want to look like a “baddie” so she had on jeans, a tank top with a light crisp white shirt and sandals with a slight heel.

Her hair was in a ponytail with light makeup. Perfect for a family Labour Day affair. That is until she had to get dirty. She had hazel green eyes being mixed Puerto Rican and beautiful olive skin with one dimple and a big smile. She also had a great sense of humour and was studying at a small University in Ohio majoring in international law. She told Clay she was having “car trouble” knowing full well Clay would rush over to where she was to help.

“Baby!” Clay exclaimed “What happened to you?” He whisked her in the house and Maggie their mom grabbed her a towel.

“Come with me Stefanie I’m going to clean you up you poor thing!” Maggie and her sister fussed bringing her upstairs.

Jack hadn’t yet got a good look at her. He had to go stand a bit away as he got a business call. When he returned he was confused. “Didn’t your girl walk in?” He asked Clay looking around.

“Yes and she’s a mess! Mom’s cleaning her up and giving her a change of clothes.” Clay explained. He was mad because Stefanie was always making something worse by not calling for help. It wasn’t the way he hoped dinner would go tonight.

When they came back down from upstairs Stefanie was all clean and freshened up with a pair of Maggie’s tights and a hoodie. Perfectly comfortable while her clothes were cleaned and dried. “Thank you so much everyone! What a way to meet you all. Geezus that was a heck of a way to kick this off. Hi, I’m Stefanie with an “f”” she beamed at all of them. Clearly this girl was different. She was outgoing and confidently shook everyone’s hand.

Then she got to Jack and paused “I guess saying hey what’s poppin? will get me eating all the coleslaw” she chuckled making reference to the times Jack has said in his songs he hates coleslaw. She had a goofy little laugh and was so jovial Jack chuckled too immediately impressed but keeping joking around to a bare minimum so nobody could accuse him of flirting.

“So Stefanie with an “f” please sit. You must be starving.” Jack’s dad said “eat up because we’re about to play some games.”

“Ooh! I love games! What kind of games?” She asked enthusiastically her eyes brightening as she dished out her food.

“Well I don’t mean to brag but trivia games are kind of my thing.” Jack’s dad Brian said leaning back confidently in his chair satisfied from the big dinner he ate.

“Sounds awesome Mr.Harlow.” She said sweetly with impeccable manners

Jack leaned over and whispered in his uncle Ben’s ear “This has to be a paid actor. No way Clay bagged this dime.” Clay shot Jack a look from across the table to which Jack responded with a look of innocence.

After dinner they all settled in for the big game. Board game that is. It was a serious thing in their house and nobody took loosing well. Clay was feeling the velvet of the small ring box in his pocket waiting for the right moment. Everyone seemed to be absolutely in love with Stefanie. Everyone except Jack. He had been unusually quiet this whole time.

“Ok get your partner and let’s get started with the first round.” Jack’s grandpa ordered

Clay and Stefanie snuggled into one another on the floor with a blanket ready to play. Clay was sure they would win. Stefanie was his secret weapon.

“First question for the lightning round.” Grandpa said “What Chinese state has the Great Wall of China? Everyone was silent.

“Can I Google this?” Cousin Ben said as arguably the smartest person in the room

“OMG!” Stefanie finally exclaimed jumping up “I know this one! It’s a trick question!”

“Baby calm down” Clay said laughing pulling her back down. They were so cute together. Jack watched their interaction to see if it was real. Stefanie would have been a dream girl for him. How did Clay land her? Where did they meet? Did she have a sister? But he vowed to behave and behave he did.

“China has provinces not states so any answer would be wrong. Am I right?” She asked the room excitedly

“Um how did you know that?” Jack’s dad asked her in awe.

“Stef’s an international law major.” Clay said slyly as he proudly put his arm around her as she sat back down

“Unfair!” Jack’s cousin Sean said “I’m not playing. This is rigged.”

“Ok everyone that was beginners luck. Next question!” Grandpa announced loving being the host of these shenanigans.

“What is the law of energy?” He said dramatically in a hushed tone.

The room went quiet. Clay squeezed Stefanie’s hand to stop her from answering. Eventually one of Jack’a cousins said “Give it to us Stef. We know you know.”

“Um ok and this is just a guess. The law of energy is energy is never lost just transferred.” She said adorably squeezing her eyes shut and crossing her fingers to which Jack looked away.

“Correct.” Grandpa said as the ringmaster

“I’m tapping out they’re going to win.” Jack’s uncle said walking away in a huff.

“Oh no I’m sorry everyone how about this next round I won’t answer. Zippy lippy.” Stefanie said with a giggle. Jack couldn’t take it anymore.

“Bro.” He gestured to Clay “Can you help me grab snacks in the kitchen?”

“Sure” Clay said happy his girl was making such a great impression.

“Who is this girl?” Jack said immediately as soon as they were out of earshot

“What the fuck bro, what’s up your ass? You don’t like Stef?” Clay said annoyed

“No. She’s great. Almost too great. How did you guys meet?” Jack asked as he grabbed some chips and dip

“I played a little gig on her campus and as you can tell she’s not shy. We hit it off and went for drinks after and that was it I was hooked.” Clay said lovingly looking over at Stefanie biting her tongue to not further upset his family.

“She got a sister?” Jack pressed Clay

“No and even if she did I wouldn’t let you near her.” Clay said defensively

“I’m not an asshole bro” Jack defended himself

“No you’re just…you.” Clay said and Jack knew what he meant. Jack had stolen too many of his girls only to have them crying to Clay later how Jack just stopped showing interest.

“Stef’s the real deal. Look what I got her.” Clay said taking the ring box out of his pocket and cracking it open for Jack to see. It was a cute little diamond just like Stefanie. For some reason emotions were coming up for Jack he couldn’t make sense of.

“That’s great bro just be careful.” Jack cautioned as they returned to the gathering. His head started pounding.

Jack pretended to have to leave early after getting a phone call. He left with warm goodbyes and a salute to his brother who was nose to nose with Stefanie. Clay decided to take Stefanie on a drive around his neighborhood and as he shared his childhood memories he popped the question in private. They called Jack right away on FaceTime. Stefanie was beaming and holding up her ring for Jack to see. Will you be my best man at City Hall tomorrow bro? Clay asked.

Jack was in shock. “Of course I’ll clear my calendar. Congratulations you guys.” He said slightly deflated. He couldn’t shake this cloud that had settled above his head and he tossed a d turned all night. In the morning he awoke groggy to pups licking his face.

“What’s the fucking rush?” He said to himself as he fixed his breakfast “Whys he getting married so fast?” But he had agreed to be his brother’s best man so he picked out a nice suit as it was too short notice to buy a gift so he had his assistant run out and get a card and a wad of cash for the happy couple.

Jack arrived to find his parents beaming and a relative of Stefanie’s. Her parents were in Puerto Rico and could not make it. “Hello brother!” Stefanie said to Jack flinging her arms around him already tearing up.

“Baby watch your makeup.” Clay said lovingly dabbing under her eyes. To see Clay like this shook Jack to his core. Urban was serious with someone, even his other buddies were all getting booed up. It wasn’t as regular for them to all be hanging out in their free time. Jack relied on his day ones and he was feeling just plain lonely. When would he meet someone like Stefanie? How was that even possible with his lifestyle?

The club girls he was having threesomes with were not fulfilling anymore. Girls were getting left on read as he had started to question his life. Fans were upset because he had been so M.I.A. Feeling like he was losing his brother to a fantastic girl he felt he couldn’t compete with was causing him an inner struggle to be happy for them. Plus if he was being honest… he was attracted to Stefanie. Her goofiness, her giggle, her smarts, her eyes, her boldness, the way she was helping his mom do the dishes when he left last night… and that one dimple, had intrusively entered Jack’s mind all night as he tried to sleep. His brother one upped him and got THE girl.

Jack blushed shyly as Stefanie shot him a grin and a goofy shot gun for the shot gun wedding happening with his brother. She had her natural curls flowing with little babies breath flowers strategically placed in a half-up do and a simple white summer dress she ran out bought that morning that delicately graced her slim frame. She looked like an angel. As they recited their vows Jack’s stomach began to tighten up.

“Hunny are you ok?” His mom asked as Jack shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“I’m fine. I think that macaroni pie last night didn’t agree with me.” Jack explained it away

“That’s because you’re always eating all that healthy shit.” His dad leaned over and whispered

“Thanks dad appreciate it.” Jack said rolling his eyes. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.

As the happy couple jumped into Stefanie’s old Acura and drove off dragging rattling cans and a “Just Married” sign headed to the airport for their mini-honeymoon, Jack made an excuse and quickly bolted. He turned the key to his condo excitedly greeted by pups and nuzzled his whole face in her soft curly fur falling onto the couch in exhaustion. He picked up his pad and started to write a song about a girl he wished was his but didn’t deserve.

The weeks went by and as Clay returned tanned from the Jamaican sun him and Jack got back to work on the album. Jack braced himself for Clay talking his ear off about his new wife but Clay just kept his head down working hard to get everything perfect.

“You know you can talk about her. I’m ok with it.” Jack said late one night with his brother in the studio.

“Stef?” Clay said as he looked up from the computer screen “Aww you know Stef bro she’s back at school and here on weekends. Ain’t much to say we just us. With Stef everything is just natural. When she’s done her degree she’ll move here and that’s pretty much it.”

“What about kids?” Jack asked as he tore open the package of a Nature Valley Bar.

“I would love that when it’s the right time. Stef has dreams of working at the UN.” Clay said proudly

“So why the rush in getting married?” Jack asked

Clay squirmed and hesitated to answer. Jack looked directly at him and waited for a response.

“Uh, no reason.” Clay said “I mean if you know the one is the one…why wait?”

“I guess so.” Jack said suspiciously

“Ok you want the truth?” Clay said looking at Jack now

“That’d be nice for a change.” Jack said sarcastically

“I didn’t let anyone get to know her…well you, until I was about to ask her to marry me so it didn’t give you time to do what you do best stealing my girlfriends.” Clay finally said with a hostile tone

“I fucking knew it.” Jack said getting up and pacing “I knew something was different about you this past year.”

“Yeah different like I wised up. Stefanie is totally your type. I had to work smarter not harder bro.” Clay said tapping his temple indicating his intelligence.

“Playing chess not checkers I see.” Jack said sitting back down

“I’m happy for you bro honestly. No funny shit.” Jack said

“Thank you bro” Clay replied “Now let’s get this hook done I have to call Stef. I miss her already.”

Jack caught the far off look in Clay’s eyes and decided he better get on board and get to know Stefanie. If she hurt Clay it was game over. Their family was worth a small fortune and had to be careful who they let in.

Stefanie had her nose in a book chilling with her cat when she was jolted out of her story by her phone pinging. It was a text from Jack. How he even had her number she didn’t know. “Look out the window.” She read aloud and looked to see Jack Harlow standing there waving at her. Stefanie froze. Clay had warned her about Jack stealing his girlfriends. “Jack?” She called down to him. “What are you doing here?”

“You gone let me up?” Jack said in his smooth drawl back up to her. Stefanie ran down to let him in. It was Jack Harlow after all.

“Nice little place.” He said as he entered her apartment looking around. He had his puppy with him who immediately her cat didn’t like.

“Let me put Ms.Pumpernickel in my bedroom.” She said

“Of course her cat has such a cute name.” Jack said in his head. He drove to Ohio to hang out with her without telling Clay because Clay would have stopped him. He fully planned on telling Stefanie to keep his visit a secret.

“Listen Stef, I wasn’t here ok?” Jack said to her as she returned to the living room

“Of course you weren’t.” She agreed not sure where this was going

“Look, our family is kind of a thing.” He started explaining

“Yeah just sort of.” Stefanie said sarcastically, fully aware of her new status as a Harlow

“I needed to get to know you without Clay around.” Jack said raising the hairs on Stefanie’s neck.

“Jack I don’t do well with ambiguity. What’s all this for?” Stefanie asked throwing Jack off with her change in demeanour. Had Clay warned her about him?

“Can we just talk?” Jack asked so sincerely Stefanie’s walls came down a bit.

“Sure. I’m sorry I don’t mean to be rude.” She apologized “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Water please.” Jack said as he sat on the couch

Stefanie started to sweat. She never told Clay she had a crush on Jack for years. She didn’t just happen to know song lyrics. She deeply loved Clay as she had heard Jack was a major player, and now alone with him she could see he didn’t have to try very hard.

“Thanks” he said as she nervously watched him drink it down and wipe his mouth

“So shoot ask me anything.” Stefanie said wanting to get to the point

“What movies do you like?” Jack asked her throwing her off

“Um well I like science fiction mostly.” She said to no surprise to Jack as she seemed a bit nerdy which he found irresistible

“Stef I didn’t drive here to ask you what movies you like. As you know our family has some money.” Jack said cautiously

“I’m aware and I don’t want it. I’m going to work for the UN done day.” She said so adorably Jack had to regroup in his mind

“Ok” he breathed “I had to hear it from you. I don’t want anyone taking Clay for a ride.”

“Relax Jack. Really. I’m not a gold digger. Like at all.” Stefanie said patting him on the leg to which a sensation traveled up his body.

“Stef?” He asked “How did you know a deep cut like the coleslaw line?”

“Um no reason I mean who hasn’t heard Dark Knight?” She said off handedly

“A lot of people.” Jack said leaning back on the couch making himself more comfortable

“Look I like the music salute.” She said abruptly

“Is that all you like?” Jack asked trying to dig deeper

Stefanie blushed and felt warm. “Cute dog!” She blurted out “What breed is she?”

“Stefanie. Answer the question.” Jack insisted

“Every girl has liked you it’s not a big deal.” She said tossing her hair as if to toss away his accusations of what he had felt. At dinner at his parents, Jack caught a glimpse of Stefanie looking at him as he chatted with family at a distance. He said nothing to Clay but it bothered him.

“Every girl likes me but I don’t like every girl.” Jack said lowering his tone making Stefanie uncomfortable

“I’m married to your brother Jack.” She asserted

“I know that. I’m sorry I should go. As a matter of fact it was wrong for me to come here. I felt something and I thought you felt something and wanted to make sure so I know how to play this whole thing. I can’t say it’s easy watching Clay with you.” He couldn’t believe he just said the quiet part out loud.

“Jack you should go.” Stefanie said embarrassed “I shouldn’t be having this conversation with you alone like this. I love your brother.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself not me.” Jack said as he left.

Stefanie closed the door behind him double checking through the peak hole to make sure he was leaving. She felt dizzy and went to lay down with her cat patiently waiting for her to come and snuggle. It took Stefanie days to shake Jack’s presence it was powerful. At dinner she tried not to let on she was struck by how gorgeous Jack was in person. Was it ok to crush on your husband’s brother just a wee bit in your mind?

Her phone pinged one day as she was painting and listening to classical music making her jump. It was Jack. “Before I go do you want to come by my hotel for dinner? Sorry I have to eat privately as it causes less of a stir. No funny stuff.”

Against her better judgment she texted back “Sure.” Wondering what he was still doing in Ohio.

Stefanie decided to look casual so as not to give Jack the wrong impression not realizing he found that even more sexy. She showed up in baggy jeans and an off the shoulder button up shirt with her hair in a bun and just one long curl hanging down with her tortoise shell rimmed glasses on. Jack gulped when he saw her. “Come on in” he said feeling a bit weak. “Wine?” He said holding up a nice selection for her.

“Please.” She replied as she kicked off her shoes. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. In fact dinner was lovely. She got to know Jack better as they talked well into the night about so many different things. She realized some of Jack’s true feelings about politics and music, but especially being famous and how hard it was. “I better get going.” She yawned. Jack this was awesome. I think we got off on the wrong foot”

“Stefanie stay.” Jack said putting his hand on hers. “He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Jack what??” She said in disbelief but not moving her hand away

“Just hear me out. We get this whatever this is that we know is there out of our system and that’s it.” He suggested breathing hard his heart pounding. He had to have her just one time.

“Jack no” she said getting up to leave. He stopped her and kissed her gently pulling her in close and pressing into her. She pulled away and grabbed her shoes not even stopping to put them on, but he blocked the door.

“Tell me you feel nothing and I’ll move.” He said desperately savouring the taste of her on his lips.

“Jack please let me go we can’t do this to your brother.” She pleaded

“You didn’t tell me you feel nothing for me.” He said not moving from in front the door

“I have a silly school girl crush.” She admitted “Now let me go. You really want to ruin your whole relationship with your brother? Tear your whole family apart?”

“No I don’t you’re right.” He said slumping down “Stefanie I can’t get you off my mind.”

“I can’t get you off my mind but that’s not helping anything! Jack I have to go. Call me before you leave tomorrow but tonight…I can’t stay here and this never happened.” She helped him up and he walked her out of the hotel and flagged down a taxi to take her home.

As Stefanie opened the door to her apartment she noticed a light was on that she remembered turning off. She felt a presence, grabbed a candle stick, and tipi toed around. She went to her room to find Clay fast asleep. He had come to visit and surprise her. She quietly washed Jack off of her and shampooed him out her mind.

Once in her pyjamas she settled in next to her husband and kissed him on the forehead. No more of this. As soon as she was done her studies in a few months she would suggest her and Clay move to another state. She had strong feelings for Jack and getting to know him made it worse, but Clay was no consolation prize. He was incredible in his own right. Stefanie decided she had to do what she had to do. She started feeling on Clay in his sleep. “It’s time to make a baby.” She said to herself.

Clay never knew what transpired between his wife and Jack. Jack never texted Stefanie again and their encounters were brief at family gatherings. “You not really warming up to Stef are you?” Clay said to Jack at one such gathering as they looked on as Stefanie animatedly chatted with Jack’s mom.

“Stef’s alright I ain’t got no issue.” Jack lied. By now he had gotten over what happened and got no further signs from Stefanie, but if he did, it would be impossible to resist her.

“Well that’s good cuz we got some news.” Clay said “Can I get everyone’s attention!!!” He said dinging a glass “Me and my beautiful wife have an announcement.”

“We appreciate you all very much.” Clay said reaching for Stefanie’s hand who all of a sudden looked pale Jack noticed.

“We are pregnant and moving to New York so Stef can make her UN dream come true and I can put my career in turbo.” Clay shared as he rubbed Stefanie’s stomach. She stood there half-smiling not saying a word.

Jack retreated to the basement den to watch tv while everyone cheered for them and cornered them talking excitedly asking them tons of questions. He didn’t want to leave abruptly and draw any negative attention but he could always make the excuse he was on a call.

Well this was it. Stefanie and Clay were as good as gone. Maybe now he could really move on. He kind of already had as he was spotted at a Louisville club with a new girl since the incident in the hotel in Ohio. Stefanie heard about it and reassured herself she chose the right brother. It was no life for her to cheat on Clay with Jack. She noticed Jack had walked away but preoccupied herself talking to family. Maggie and Brian were disappointed Clay was moving so far away, and Brian noticed Jack had quietly slipped away. Something wasn’t right.

“Hey son. Everything ok?” Brian said catching Jack in the Lazy-boy watching soccer.

“I’m just tired is all.” Jack said quietly not looking at him

“Weird to see Clay doing all this so fast huh?” Brian said

“Tell me about it. Weird is the right word.” Jack replied sullenly

“Listen son, it’s hard for all of us all these changes.” Brian offered

“Yeah I just need to find someone like what Clay’s got.” Jack said sadly

“You will son. It’s harder for you is all but you will.” Brian said encouragingly “You’ll find your Maggie one day or your Sugar.”

“Dad?” Jack asked “What made you know mom was the one?”

“I couldn’t get her off my mind.” His dad said

“Yeah sounds about right. I think I met my soul mate but it’s not meant to be.” Jack mused almost like his dad wasn’t there.

“That’s tough son. I’m sorry to hear that. There’s lots of great gals out there.” He said “I better get back don’t stay down here too long.”

Jack resigned himself to rejoin the celebration after the first half of the game. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Stefanie. “Hi Jack. May I sit?” She said kindly

“Ah sure Stef…or should I say mom.” Jack smiled and touched her stomach “I wish..”

“I know. Part of me wishes that too. Are you ok?” She asked

“Are you happy Stef?” Jack asked

“I’m so happy.” She smiled

“That’s good. I’m happy for both of you really.” He said

“I’m glad because I feel kind of bad.” She said starting to tear up

“Oh no shhoooosh I’ll be ok really.” Jack comforted her holding her as she sobbed

“I have no idea why the universe works the way it does.” She said “You should be the father not the uncle.”

“Stef stop this, what’s done is done. I should have left you alone.” Jack said regretfully “I’ll always be there for y’all you hear me? We can’t help how this worked out.” He said pecking her on the forehead and catching her perfume. “I’d rather have it eat at me every day than ruin my brother’s happiness. He thinks I don’t like you so make like we’re all good with each other ok?” Jack said with a wink.

“Ok Jack. Thank you, and for what it’s worth…I…I came down here to tell you…I do love you, but you would break my heart. I can’t compete in your world.” She said earnestly

“Stef, you on a pedestal. Nobody can touch you.” Jack said swallowing hard “and nobody better or imma catch a case.”

They both laughed and headed back upstairs. Stefanie went over to Clay and gave him a kiss and nodded to Jack from across the room. Clay sent Stefanie down to talk to Jack hoping if they talked a bit Jack would soften up to her. He had no idea and would never know what almost happened.

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It’s brat summer but Y/N is on punishment 😈💅🏽

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“No. He’s not coming to my sleepover.” You said to Jack in protest.

“Y/N I need you to be ok at all times and you be tryna dodge security all the time so I gotta keep an eye on you baby cuz I’m in a whole different time zone right now.” Jack said firmly. He was in Saudi Arabia for a big performance and leaving you alone made him terribly nervous. It was an irrational fear but you were known to get into some situations when you managed to get away from surveillance.

“Uughh!!! Ok fine Duane can come.” You said rolling your eyes at Jack on FaceTime. It was pointless to argue.

“That’s my girl. I love you and I gotta go.” He said and with that he was gone. Sometimes he was gone so long on the road or recording it felt like he was a genie in the phone.

Tonight was going to be something fun instead of being bored because Jack was gone. You were invited to a sleepover at Urban’s girlfriend Azura’s house. You had everything ready to go. Fuzzy slippers, silk matching pj’s, rollers, and mani/pedi kit.

You didn’t even look at Duane in the car ride over and were quietly, resentfully looking out the window.

“Y/N I know you don’t want me there.” Duane who was Jack’s security said as he looked ahead and focused on the road. Duane was a large man with tattoos who wore sunglasses at all times and never smiled, but that was for optics so nobody messed with his clients. Deep down he was a big softie that let you get away with too much for Jack’s liking.

“I just don’t think I need security at my friend’s house.” You said sulking.

“You know how your man is. You’re still paying for that time you dodged me and wound up drunk on the beach in Turks and Caicos and nobody knew where you were.” Duane reminded you.

“OMG that was last week, he’s so ridiculous” You sighed but nonetheless this was your fate. You were being babysat by your boyfriend’s bodyguard.

“Giirrllll!!!” Your friend’s squealed when they opened the door and saw you. That’s until they saw Duane. “Whys he here?” They said almost in unison.

“Because Jack is still all bent over last week and now I’m on punishment.” You explained glumly.

“Your man is a whole stern father I don’t know how you deal with him. Urban is so chill.” Azura said feeling sorry for you.

“That’s because Urban is always high.” One of the girls giggled.

All 6 of them fawned over how fabulous you looked with your hair up in a high ponytail, fitted tank top and cut off jean shorts. You had been working out with Jack and eating healthy and it was paying off. It was hard for Duane not to notice but he kept everything professional at all times. He was thrilled to be on assignment with such gorgeous women but he maintained a stone face and kept his shades on.

“He’s like those guards at Buckingham Palace.” Your friend Christie whispered to you

“Oh he’s a softie that’s just his resting bitch face.” You said off handedly not really wanting to acknowledge Duane was there.

As the night got started the wine and snacks came out and you whipped out the mani/pedi kit.

“You always come prepared girl.” Azura said “I’m first!”

“Naw let Duane go first.” Your friend Jessica said mischievously “If you on punishment lets have fun.” She whispered to you. Your one eyebrow went up in devilish agreement.

“Oh Duane would you like a mani/pedi?” You ask cheerfully sitting on his lap.

“Y/N what are you doing? I’m working.” Duane explained trying to get you off of him as he felt his pants tightening up. As you sat up your friend Suzette took over and really poured it on thick. Suzette was very curvy and had a big sleep T on with boy underwear. She sat on Duane and took his sunglasses off.

“Let’s take these off so we can see your handsome face.” She said sweetly batting her eyelashes at him.

“Ok I see what y’all are doing and it’s not going to work.” Duane weakly protested as another girl came behind him and started massaging his shoulders.

“Oh my such big shoulders with so much tension.” She said softly as she kneaded out some knots.

“My job is stressful.” He said relenting to how good it felt. You looked over at 2 other girls and they started giving him a manicure one at each hand while you placed his tired feet in a bowl of steaming water for his pedicure. “Oh my god” is all he could say with all the special treatment. The girl on his lap started feeding him grapes when suddenly his phone rang but he couldn’t reach it. One of the girls reached in his pocket and answered it. It was Jack on FaceTime checking up on you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jack said as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Hi bubby we’re treating Duane” You waved as you were clipping his toenails.

“Yeah he’s very stressed. Poor Duaney Wayney.” Your friend said to Jack as she massaged his arm.

“Sorry boss they got me in a situation” Duane said as now a towel was being wrapped around his head and a clay masque applied to his face.

“Give me Y/N.” Jack said to her friend seething

You stopped what you were doing to take the phone with all the giggles in the background and girls remarking on how stressed Duane was as he was telling them things he had to go through guarding celebrities.

“You think you’re slick Y/N” Jack chided disapprovingly

“I don’t know what you mean. You hear the man you have him working too hard.” You said with a straight face as you were delighted you were getting under Jack’s skin. “By the way you look so hot baby. I wish I was there to…”

“Stop it aint gone work. This is nasty work Y/N. When I get home imma..” Jack tried to threaten

“You’ll what? Spank me?” You said bending over and biting your lip

Jack looked mesmerized for a second but snapped out of it “Imma get you back for this some way somehow for turning my security guard into a marshmallow.”

“Ahhh sorry baby from the looks of things Duane belongs to us now right girls??!!” You said showing Jack the whole scene unfolding and the most content look he had ever seen on Duane’s face. All the girls laughed as they caressed Duane. His head was now in your friend’s lap as he was getting a facial, laid out on the couch with cucumber slices over his eyes.

Jack called Urban and Sunni over to see what their girls were up to. “Azura stop rubbing Duane’s feet now!!” Urban yelled in despair as he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Baby??! Please stop.” Is all Sunni could say as he saw his girlfriend with her boy shorts and tank top on take over and give Duane a head massage

“This is pure evil guys.” Jack said to them as they looked on helplessly “Y/N this ain’t over.” He called out to you from Saudi Arabia

“Sorry Jack I can’t hear you too good bye hunny bunny.” You blew him a kiss and cut off the call

Jack knew that trick. He taught it to you. “They just declared war fellas.” He said to his friends as he had to admit defeat. “Y/N got it coming when I get back. Her security is gonna be so tight she’s going to have surveillance in the washroom.”

“Something tells me Duane won’t have a problem with that.” Phil chimed in

They all turned and looked at him and said “Shut the fuck up Phil!”

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Gone

A poetry style short

18 plus only - Adult themes

We fucked senseless for 3 days. Clinging to each other. Then he left. I cooked him his favourite breakfast as he held me from behind and we laughed like he wasn’t about to leave. He has to go.

To make the world dance, laugh, cry, even to deeply think. To make all the girls jealous they’ll never be his like I think I am. He’s everything to the world and he’s the centre of mine.

All the places he gently touched, passionately grabbed, and explored with his tongue, are still tingling under the warm pulse of water washing it all away now as I shower him off. As the memory of him evaporates in the steam, I think.

What if it’s a boy? Will he have curly chocolate hair and big blue eyes? Will he break little hearts like daddy breaks mine every time daddy’s gone?

I change the sheets so they won’t be scented with him and make myself a cup of coffee. Just 37 minutes ago he sat in that chair shaping his pink lips to blow on his hot tea and eat his eggs.

In the night he blew into it my dreams what I wanted to hear. Delicate whispers of when he might be back while he moved with powerful rhythm inside me.

He sipped his tea right in that chair and devoured his eggs because he had to leave. He always has to leave.

I go through the motions, every conversation after this with no meaning, just killing time until FaceTime. He’ll be back only to leave again.

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Rich Criminal

Scalvo x OC

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Chloé Delacroix had always lived a life of luxury, her days filled with designer clothes, lavish parties, and the best education money could buy. She was the epitome of high society, the kind of girl who had everything. But for all the material wealth that surrounded her, something was missing. She craved excitement, something that would break the routine of your seemingly perfect curated life.

Then came Scalvo. He was the kind of man her parents had always warned her about—a criminal with a dangerous edge. Rumors swirled about his involvement in illegal activities, but Chloé was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was everything her world wasn’t: raw, unpredictable, thrilling. When they two first met at an underground club, she knew there was no turning back.

Her friends and family tried their hardest to stop Chloé from seeing Scalvo. But Chloé was defiant. “You don’t know him like I do,” she would say, brushing off their warnings with a confident smile. To her, Scalvo wasn’t the villain they all made him out to be. He was misunderstood, a product of a world that had dealt him a rough hand. She saw the softness behind his hardened exterior, the vulnerability he showed only to her.

When they guys were together, Scalvo opened up in ways she never imagined. He told her about his rough childhood, about the choices he had to make to survive. “You’re the only one who gets me, Chloé.” he’d say, his voice rough but sincere. “With you, I feel like I can be someone better.”

And she believed him. She believed in the man she saw when they were alone, the one who held her close at night and whispered promises of a future where they’d rise above it all.

As the months went by, the tension between Chloé and her loved ones grew. They couldn’t understand why she was risking everything—her reputation, her safety, her future—for a man who lived on the edge of society’s laws. But Chloé remained loyal, convinced that love would conquer all, that Scalvo would change because of her.

But the darker side of Scalvo’s world soon began to seep into their relationship. Late-night calls, unexplained absences, the constant feeling of being watched—Chloé tried to ignore it all, clinging to the belief that Scalvo would turn his back on that life, that they could start anew.

He started showing up at her house with bruises on his arms, a cut on his lip, or a black eye that he would shrug off with a casual, “Just a misunderstanding,” or “You know how it is.”

The first time she saw the bruises, she was concerned. “Scalvo, what happened to you?” she asked, reaching out to gently touch the darkened skin on his cheek.

He winced slightly but offered her a crooked smile. “Nothing you need to worry about, Chloé. Just some idiots who don’t know when to back off.”

She wanted to press him for more, but the look in his eyes—a mixture of weariness and defiance—made her hesitate. She didn’t want to push him away, not when she felt him slipping through her fingers.

As the weeks passed, the bruises became more frequent. Sometimes he would try to hide them, pulling the collar of his shirt up to conceal a mark on his neck or wearing sunglasses indoors to cover a swollen eye. But Chloé wasn’t easily fooled. Each time, her worry grew, and she couldn’t help but feel that Scalvo was spiraling deeper into a world she couldn’t reach.

One night, after he arrived with fresh cuts on his knuckles, she couldn’t stay silent any longer. “Scalvo, this is getting worse. You’re getting hurt more often. What’s really going on?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he sat down on the edge of her bed. “It’s complicated, Chloé. Things are getting tense in the city. Some deals aren’t going as planned, and people are starting to get desperate.”

“But why do you have to be involved?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and frustration. “You don’t have to keep doing this. We can leave, start over somewhere new.”

Scalvo reached out and took her hand, his grip firm but tender. “I wish it were that simple,” he said quietly. “But this life… it’s not easy to walk away from. I’m in too deep.”

Chloé’s heart ached as she listened to him, the man she loved more than anything trapped in a world she barely understood. She wanted to save him, to pull him out of the darkness and into the light, but she didn’t know how. And every time she tried, he would reassure her that he could handle it, that everything would be fine.

But the bruises told a different story.

In the back of her mind, the warnings from her family and friends echoed louder than ever. “He’s no good for you, Chloé. You’re playing with fire.”

Yet, despite the growing dread, Chloé couldn’t bring herself to walk away. She was convinced that if she stayed, if she loved him enough, he would find a way out. She told herself that they didn’t know him like she did, that they couldn’t see the man he truly was beneath the bruises and the scars.

But as Scalvo continued to come to her battered and bruised, the realization began to sink in: maybe, just maybe, the world he was part of would never let him go, and she might be dragged down with him.

The next time Scalvo arrived at her doorstep with yet another black eye and a deep gash across his cheek, Chloé’s resolve began to crack. She couldn’t bear to see him like this anymore, broken and battered, caught in a life that seemed determined to destroy him.

They sat together in the dimly lit living room of her home, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Chloé was quiet, her fingers nervously tracing patterns on the armrest of the couch. She had always believed she could handle whatever came their way, but now, seeing Scalvo in this state, she wasn’t so sure.

Finally, she broke the silence. “Scalvo, this has to stop. You’re going to get yourself killed if you keep going like this. We need to find a way out.”

Scalvo leaned back, his expression hardening. “Out?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Chloé, there is no ‘out.’ This is who I am. This is the life I chose, the life I’ve been living long before you came along.”

She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and love. “But it doesn’t have to be this way. We can leave, Scalvo. We can start over somewhere far away. We don’t need all of this.”

Scalvo’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, a flicker of something soft crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by the cold, unyielding mask he wore whenever they talked about the future. “You think it’s that easy?” he asked, a bitter edge to his tone. “You think I can just walk away and everything will be fine? It doesn’t work like that, Chloé. You don’t get to choose the easy way out when you’re in this deep.”

He stood up, pacing the room, the tension radiating off him in waves. “I’ve tried to shield you from the worst of it, tried to keep you safe, but you’re in this now too. And I need to know if you’re really with me.”

Chloé’s heart pounded in her chest as she listened to him, the gravity of his words sinking in. She had always known that being with Scalvo meant embracing a life of uncertainty, but she had never fully grasped just how deep his ties to that world ran.

Scalvo stopped pacing and turned to face her, his eyes locked on hers. “I need you to understand something, Chloé. This isn’t a fairy tale. There’s no happily ever after where we ride off into the sunset and leave all this behind. This is real life. My life. And if you’re not willing to ride or die with me, then you need to walk away now.”

Chloé’s heart pounded in her chest as she stood in front of Scalvo, her mind reeling with everything he’d just said. He was giving her an out, a chance to walk away from the chaos and danger that surrounded him, and deep down, she knew she should take it. But the thought of leaving him, of never seeing him again, was like a knife to her heart. She loved him, even with all the darkness that came with him, but this…this was too much.

“I can’t do this, Scalvo,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “I can’t keep pretending that everything’s going to be okay. It’s not, and we both know it.”

Scalvo’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, she thought he might argue, might try to convince her to stay. But instead, he just nodded, the resignation clear in his eyes. “I understand,” he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “You deserve better than this—better than me.”

He turned to leave, his footsteps heavy as he moved toward the door, and Chloé felt a surge of panic rise up inside her. She couldn’t let him walk away, not like this, not when she still loved him with every fiber of her being. “Wait,” she called out, her voice trembling.

Scalvo stopped, his hand hovering over the doorknob as he turned back to face her. The anguish in his eyes mirrored her own, and in that moment, all the fear, all the doubt, melted away. She crossed the room in a heartbeat, her hands reaching for him, pulling him back toward her. And then, before either of them could think, she pressed her lips to his in a desperate, passionate kiss.

It was a kiss full of everything they hadn’t said, of all the love and pain and longing that had been building between them. Scalvo responded instantly, his arms wrapping around her as he deepened the kiss, pouring everything he had into that one, final connection.

The kiss quickly turned heated, their hands roaming over each other as they stumbled toward her bedroom. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. It was as if they both knew this was their last chance to be together, and they weren’t going to waste a single second of it.

Their clothes were discarded in a frenzy, and soon they were lost in each other, their bodies moving together with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The passion between them was raw, intense, and filled with the bittersweet knowledge that this was goodbye.

Chloé clung to Scalvo as if she could somehow keep him with her, her nails digging into his back as he moved above her. Each touch, each kiss, each breathless gasp was a plea for more time, more moments together before the inevitable end.

And when they finally reached the peak, it was with a mix of ecstasy and heartbreak, their cries of pleasure tinged with the sorrow of parting.

As they lay together afterward, their breaths mingling in the quiet darkness, Chloé wished she could freeze time, hold onto this moment forever. But she knew it was impossible. She knew Scalvo was already pulling away, steeling himself for what came next.

Scalvo pressed a final, lingering kiss to her forehead before he slowly disentangled himself from her embrace. He got dressed in silence, every movement deliberate, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her touch, the scent of her skin.

Chloé watched him, tears silently streaming down her face, knowing that once he walked out that door, it would be over. He would be gone, and her life would never be the same.

When he was ready to leave, Scalvo paused at the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as he looked back at her one last time. His eyes were filled with so much emotion—regret, sorrow, and a love that would never fade, no matter how far apart they were.

“Goodbye, Chloé,” he said softly, his voice breaking.

“Goodbye, Scalvo,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears.

And then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a finality that echoed in the emptiness of the room. Chloé curled up on the bed, clutching the sheets that still held his warmth, and let the sobs that had been building inside her finally break free.

Scalvo walked away into the night, the pain of leaving her cutting deeper than any wound he’d ever suffered. He had done what he had to do, what was best for her, even if it destroyed him in the process.

As much as he hated himself for what he was about to do to her family, for the betrayal that was already set in motion, he knew there was no going back. But at least he had given her a chance to escape the fallout, to find a better life without him.

And that was the only solace he had as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind the only woman he had ever truly loved.

***

Chloé spent the entire night at the benefit dinner in a haze, her mind replaying every moment with Scalvo on an endless loop. The weight of their goodbye pressed heavily on her, making it impossible to focus on the conversations around her or the polite smiles she was supposed to give. All she could think about was the way he had walked out of her life, leaving her with nothing but memories and an aching heart.

Dressed in a gown that shimmered under the lights, Chloé looked every bit the part of the mayor’s daughter—poised, elegant, untouchable. But beneath the surface, she was a mess of conflicting emotions. She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her chest since Scalvo’s departure, a sense that something terrible was about to happen.

She’d tried to put on a brave face, mingling with the guests, offering polite smiles and nods when necessary, but it was all just an act. Her heart wasn’t in it. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel Scalvo’s touch, hear his voice, and the pain of his absence was almost unbearable.

As the night wore on, Chloé’s unease grew. She hadn’t seen her father in a while, and a creeping sense of anxiety began to take hold. She tried to shake it off, telling herself that he was just busy with the event, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Something was wrong—she could feel it.

Excusing herself from a conversation she wasn’t really a part of, Chloé began to search for her father. She moved through the grand hall, past clusters of guests engaged in lively discussions, but her mind was elsewhere. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn’t ignore the nagging fear that had taken root inside her.

As she approached the back of the building, where the offices and private rooms were located, she heard raised voices—angry, panicked. The sound made her blood run cold. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking loudly against the polished floor as she turned the corner and saw something that made her heart stop.

There, in the dimly lit hallway, stood Scalvo, his face a mask of grim determination. He was locked in a standoff with two of his men, who were pointing guns at her father and his security detail. Her father’s face was pale, his expression a mix of fear and defiance as he tried to negotiate with the men holding him at gunpoint.

“Scalvo…” Chloé’s voice was barely a whisper, the shock of seeing him there, in that moment, rendering her almost speechless. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing—couldn’t reconcile the man she loved with the one now threatening her family.

Scalvo eyes flicked to her, and in that split second, she saw the torment behind them. He hadn’t wanted this. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but there he was, standing on the precipice of an unforgivable act.

The two men with Scalvo exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that things were spiraling out of control. “Come on, dude, let’s get out of here,” one of them urged, his voice tense. “We’ve got what we came for.”

But Scalvo shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving Chloé’s. “No,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “It’s too late. They’ve already seen my face. They know who I am.”

Chloé’s breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was saying. He wasn’t going to walk away from this—not without consequences. The weight of the situation hit her like a tidal wave, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

“Scalvo, please…” she begged, stepping forward despite the danger. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to hurt anyone. We can still fix this.”

But before Scalvo could respond, everything happened in a blur. One of the security guards moved, and there was a sharp, deafening crack—gunfire. Chloé screamed as she watched in horror as Scalvo staggered backward, a dark stain spreading across his chest where the bullet had struck him.

“No!” Chloé’s voice was raw with anguish as she rushed to Scalvo’s side, dropping to her knees beside him as he crumpled to the ground. She pressed her hands against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood just kept coming, slipping through her fingers.

Scalvo’s breaths were shallow, each one a struggle, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and regret as he looked up at her. “Chloé…” he whispered, his voice weak.

“Don’t talk, don’t move,” Chloé sobbed, her hands trembling as she tried to hold him together, tried to keep him with her. “You’re going to be okay, Scalvo, just hold on.”

But deep down, she knew the truth. She could see it in his eyes—the resignation, the acceptance of what was happening. Scalvo reached up with a shaky hand, brushing a tear from her cheek as he tried to offer her a small, sad smile.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I wish…things could have been different.”

Chloé choked back a sob, her heart breaking as she watched the light begin to fade from his eyes. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice thick with grief.

Scalvo’s hand fell limp in hers, his chest rising and falling one last time before stillness settled over him. Chloé cried out, the sound of her heart shattering into a million pieces echoing in the cold, empty hallway.

Her father’s security team rushed to her side, trying to pull her away from Scalvo’s lifeless body, but she couldn’t let go. She clung to him, the man she had loved despite everything, the man who had walked away to protect her, only to meet his end in her arms.

And as the reality of what had happened settled over her, Chloé realized that her world had changed forever. There was no going back, no fixing what had been broken. All she had left were the memories of a love that had been doomed from the start, and the hollow ache of a heart that would never be whole again.

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Jack’s back-to-school day has him feeling worse than Y/N 🤒

“Baby I can’t drop Patricia off. I’m running a fever” you said coughing into your arm.

“Keep that to yourself baby. I got this. I’ll deal with Patricia.” Jack said keeping you at arms length. “Were you sick last night when I was all in it missionary?”

“Shut up Jack!!” You said throwing a pillow at him

“Ok fine but now I’m worried because I was all up in that and you probably were contagious.” Jack continued seriously

“If you don’t get your daughter ready and off to school I will sneeze and cough all over you.” You threatened

“That’s nasty.” Jack said as he dodged another pillow flying at his head

“Daddy I need my hair done. I want the princess thingys” Patricia said firmly. She wanted to look just right for her first day of school. She brought Jack her container of bobbles and a comb with some detangling spray. Those were all the things you grabbed to make her look pretty.

“Bubby I don’t know how to do that. Let’s do a ponytail.” Jack reasoned looking into her big brown eyes like yours but not liking how she folded her arms like him when he’s waiting for his games to load. “Ok, princess thingy’s it is” he relented as he found Patricia downright intimidating.

She looked in the mirror afterwards and was actually ok with how it looked. “Not bad Daddy. You tried. Maybe when mommy gets better she can teach you.” Patricia said kindly patting him on the shoulder in consolation.

Jack couldn’t believe how much this little kindergartener ran his life and told him like it is. Patricia was a straight shooter. She looked like both of you but her perfect ringlets, glasses, overbite, mouth, and freckles on her arms was all her dad. Her personality was all Jack. She was light hearted and kind, but what Patricia did not like that was it. Stubborn as her father. She knew Jack had tried to please her with her hair, so in her loving him so much, she decided to be kind and make him feel good with a peck on the cheek.

“Where’s Duane daddy we need to go.” Patricia said putting the last items in her little backpack. She fully expected security to accompany her to school as she was used to having security everywhere she went.

“I don’t know pumpkin but he’ll be here soon” Jack said making sure she had everything for the day.

“I’m going to be late for school.” Patricia said her eyes welling up. “It’s my special day…” she said starting to cry and it was about 20 seconds before she full on started bawling. It was not drama Jack wanted as he told you he had everything under control. Your time together last night was make up sex because you were upset he wasn’t doing enough around the house and with Patricia, so he didn’t want to mess up a simple thing like school drop off.

“Ok ok ok sheesh I’ll call Duane and see where he’s at” Jack said in his stern way but Patricia knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

Duane pulled up while Jack was calling and confirmed he was outside. He looked every bit like security which Patricia loved. She had developed a fear of monsters lately and felt like Duane kept her safe because he kept her family safe, and most of all her whole world…her daddy. Duane had on his signature Black shades, black TShirt and black pants. His arms were tattooed and huge. Patricia looked like a doll in his arms as he scooped her up.

“Yayy!!!!” She said as she ran up to him and he picked her up swirling her around.

“Is that a new dress? It’s so pretty!” He said smiling which he rarely did.

“It’s new, Gramma got it for me. Do you like my shoes?” She said doing a little dance as he put her gently back on the ground.

“Slow down princess you dance better than daddy already” Duane said ribbing Jack placing Patricia in her booster seat in the back.

Jack gave Duane a side glance as he fumbled with buckling her in. “I killed the MTV awards. Brandy was impressed.” Jack defended himself

“My daddy is nice. It’s ok he can’t dance, right daddy? Mommy can teach you.” Patricia said

“Seems like I have a lot to learn from mommy.” Jack said furrowing his brow as he struggled with the seat.

“Whatchu doing bro? It’s like this. Patricia don’t like the strap coming too close to her neck.” Duane said as he stepped in to adjust what Jack was trying to do.

By this time in the morning Jack was feeling incompetent. When it came to Patricia everyone did everything so much better than him for her…so he thought. He didn’t know how much his little girl appreciated when he was home to do the little things like take her to school. This was her first day of kindergarten. She had gone to daycare and pre-school. Jack wanted her well socialized.

He had just come from a press run for his new movie, making it back in time for this special day, but he had missed many a special day which had you frustrated.

Patricia started singing First Class in the backseat. Jack felt given the day and the occasion that he would play it for her. He didn’t like listening to music in the car that much but for Patricia of course he made an exception. You called while they were on their way.

“Hey baby.” Jack yelled through to the speaker “She’s fine and on her way.”

“I’m so sorry I’m missing this pumpkin boo” you croaked mid cough trying to call out to your little girl.

“Has your fever come down?” Jack asked concerned. He didn’t know how long he could look after Patricia single handedly while you were sick, and he saw now how much just getting her ready for school took, now he had to rush and get a few things done before pick up.

“It’s all good. Took some Tylenol and resting” you said

“Good. I love you baby. I don’t know how you do everything and make it look easy.” Jack said to you feeling truly grateful.

“Oh you’re welcome Mr.Harlow” you said with a smile “Patricia baby have the bestest day!” You called out to her enthusiastically

“That’s “best” mommy, “bestest” isn’t a word. Maybe you should go back to school too mommy.” Patricia said seriously making Duane cover his mouth to hide his laughter.

“Ok Jack leaving you with your mini-me bye!” You said and signed off

“Baby…no don’t leave me!” Jack said giggling

It wasn’t the usual scene of a little girl being dropped off to school with two men that were over 6feet tall with shades on and one looking like he was guarding the president. She was going to a private school with other rich kids but there weren’t any kids with famous parents at the school. Kentucky wasn’t a place with a lot of celebrities so Jack got stared at wherever he went but people for the most part kept their distance to respect his privacy. Kindergarteners however were a different story.

Kids ran up to them wanting Duane to pick them up and ride on his shoulders and they were trying to do the same to Jack. They were like giants in a sea of ants who were all over them, like little koalas climbing trees.

“Ok everyone that is enough!” The teacher said and they all giggled and stopped their unified assault, sliding down and plopped to the ground. Patricia was just looking around distracted by her new classroom and not understanding what the big deal was.

Mothers were embarrassed they were dropping their kids off with messy top buns and yoga pants not expecting Jack to be there but you instead, and certainly not a towering security guard. Both the men felt like specimens under a glass as women looked at them shyly and teachers melted as they passed by.

Patricia’s teacher Miss. Smith was having none of it. “Settle down children!” She said exasperated already.

Duane put his fingers in his mouth and whistled and they all stopped and got onto the carpet sitting like little ducks. It was like magic.

The teacher was in shock. “Can I borrow him for the day?!” She asked Jack about Duane.

“You can borrow me if you want too” Duane said flirting with the teacher and she blushed.

“No Miss Smith Duaney is mine, but you can get your own bodyguard right daddy?” Patricia said physically getting in between Miss Smith and Duane to which they all held back giggles.

“P” as Jack called Patricia and stooped down to chat with her on her level. “This is big girl time. If you need daddy or Duane you call. Mommy is sick today.” Jack said nervously and getting emotional.

“Daddy I’ll be fine there’s no monsters here.” Patricia said reasonably. “Duaney you can go. I’m ok”

“Ok princess. I’ll see you later.” Duane said “I’ll see you later too Miss Smith have a nice day”

“Ok big guy time to go.” Jack said ushering Duane out of the room as Duane was stuck looking at Miss Smith like a little boy with a crush on the teacher “Goodbye kids! Bye P.” Jack said waving to all the children and blowing Patricia a kiss to which she waved back slightly embarrassed with a smile focused on Miss Smith.

Patricia liked Miss Smith already as she was warm and friendly like you, and like Jack she was competitive making sure she sat right in front so Miss Smith could see her.

“Dang, teachers are kinda cute.” Duane said wistfully as he looked around walking through the hall as they left. Every teacher was pretending to be busy not noticing them walk past their doors.

I’m available for drop off every day. I’m here for you boss.” Duane said saluting Jack

“Thank you for your service.” Jack said rolling his eyes.

Back at home Jack looked tired and it was only 10:00AM. He sat down on the couch and breathed a deep sigh putting his feet up and pecking you on the cheek. You had spent the morning wrapped up in a blanket and nursing your cold. You were starting to feel better.

“You look worse than me. What happened?” You asked in disbelief

“Kindergarteners are fucking insane.” Jack said looking like he needed a hard drink “I can’t believe I have to go back in just a few hours to pick her up.”

“Sounds rough.” You laughed in between coughing which was milder now

“You sound better baby.” Jack said sweetly as he placed a hand on your forehead to check if your temper went down.

“I do and thank you for dropping her off. I’m so sorry I missed her moment.” You said regretfully

“Well it was time for me to have a big moment with her.” Jack said swallowing a lump of guilt in his throat. “I’ll be here more, I’ll do better I swear.”

“I know you will. Thanks for hearing me out last night. The last thing I ever want to do is make you feel bad.” You said looking deeply into his blue eyes that always seemed to see into your soul.

“You’re right Y/N. It’s not all about work all the time. Not anymore with you and P.” Just then the puppy barked as if to say Jack forgot someone and jumped into his lap.

“Oh and Y/N just for the record, keep Duane away from Miss Smith.” Jack said laughing as he snuggled up to you and pups.

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Scalvo shows up unannounced looking for a place to hide from the cops…again

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“Hide me” Scalvo said as you opened the door and he rushed in and ducked down behind your couch.

“Boy if you don’t get your fugitive ass out of my living room…” you said tired of his shenanigans “What did you do this time?”

“Fuck Y/N just hide me somewhere” he said having no time for your attitude.

“Go in the basement in the cold cellar room and sit there for a bit but if I’m swatted I will have your ass.” You said firmly as you scurried him down the stairs.

“I was hoping you’d have my ass later.” Scalvo said forever stealing your heart with his cheeky answers.

You hadn’t seen him in a while. He was avoiding police AGAIN with promises to straighten himself out and move with you to another state and start over but it was always some version of this and you were tired. You stopped picking up the calls from jail and blocked him on social media but he had a way of worming his way back in. Just then came the knock on your door you had been dreading.

“Miss Y/N?” The officer asked you as you opened the door trying to look like you just woke up.

“That’s me” you fake yawned.

“We understand you are a known associate of a guy that goes by the name of Scalvo. Have you seen him lately?” The other officer questioned.

“I do know a Scalvo. Tall guy, slim, curly hair?” You said acting like you weren’t 100% sure. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen old Scalvo.”

“Do you mind if we come inside and take a look.” They said flashing their badges

“With a warrant you can look all you like.” You said knowing they would have to go get a warrant and come back giving Scalvo time to get away.

“Alright miss, I see you know your rights, we’ll be back have a good evening.” They said and as soon as they got back into their cruiser you ran downstairs to let Scalvo out of the cold cellar.

“Scalvy baby are you ok?” You said lovingly as you opened the door to the pitch black room and he was shivering sitting with all your stored potatoes and other foods.

“Thank you again baby. I promise I will stop putting you in this position. I have something lined up in Florida. You want to move with me to the sunshine?” He said holding you by the waist and planting a sumptuous kiss on your waiting lips. It had been too long. “I was so heartbroken when you stopped taking my calls from jail.” He said nuzzling into your neck just grazing your skin with his ample bottom lip that drove you crazy. He missed your scent and wanted to savour this moment.

“I can’t do this with you anymore. I told you that.” You said achingly

“Baby I swear I got you. They on some bullshit, I never did what they said I did. I got mixed up with the wrong people and..” he was starting to explain but you stopped him.

“Same old same old” you said walking away as he followed you up the stairs into the kitchen “I don’t want to hear it. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving.” He said pulling you back as you started making him a sandwich. You couldn’t help but send him back out there into his crazy life on a full stomach. He was the love of your life and he knew it.

“Stop.” You said putting a hand on his pecs to press the pause button on what he wanted. What you both wanted. “They’ll be back. We don’t have time for this.”

“Scalvo…I’m…I’m pregnant and it’s yours.” You said unexpectedly. He suspended his breath in shock but a smile immediately crept onto his face revealing his dimples under his beard.

“Y/N that’s amazing news! Imma be a dad?” He said excitedly holding his head and pacing around the kitchen. “Come with me now we’ll head South.” He said urgently.

“Can you just leave?” You said crumbling into a pile of tears.

“I’m not going anywhere without my 2 baby’s now.” He said holding you tenderly. This was a love you had no chance of escaping. It had always been you and him helping each other survive without any parents. He went one way and you kept trying to make him do better. You were just two former foster kids that met in the last foster home you were in before you graduated high school. It was love at first sight and Scalvo was fiercely faithful and loyal to you. That’s why you stuck by him.

“Pack your bags Y/N. Florida here we come.” Scalvo said looking deeply into your eyes for a yes.

“I’m not going on the run with a baby.” You said reasonably.

“Ok have it your way but you know I’d take a bullet for you.” He said unequivocally.

“In your case that’s a real possibility. Please don’t say that.” You said rubbing your stomach.

“That’s it then. I’m turning myself in.” He said boldly.

“What? You’ll go back to jail. That’s crazy.” You said in disbelief.

“But I’ll be here. They’ll lock me up in county for a bit and I’ll be back out. I’ll keep my nose clean and move in here with you. Florida can wait… or never…you’re right. I have to stop running.” He said realizing his whole life was beginning now with this baby.

“You’re absolutely sure because you don’t have to go back to jail just to be here.” You said afraid of him getting a long time because of all his prior convictions.

“Yes I do. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Drive me to the station.” He said and you could tell he wouldn’t hear anything else.

You reluctantly grabbed your keys. “I love you.” You said holding your car keys so tight they dug into the palm of your hand with you barely noticing.

“I have always been sure of that since we were kids.” He said moving closer and towering over you. “Can we have one quick last time before we do this?” He said softly begging to be with you, his skin and your skin becoming one.

You put down your keys and led him to the bedroom you shared whenever he was around. Scalvo had no home. Home was always just wherever you were. You shut the door on what awaited him and soaked each other in for however long you had before they came back to take him away.

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Jack makes one phone call that might be his biggest mistake yet

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Saying Goodbye

“Ok Jack don’t fuck this up.” You chided before you left. “Diapers are here, and do it the way I showed you or she gets real fussy.”

Jack had baby Patricia over his shoulder burping her as you gathered your things nervously. You had to take this unexpected trip as your mom was not doing well and bringing baby Patricia just wasn’t a good idea. Jack cancelled everything to watch Patricia. You agreed when she was born that there would be no nannies. Just family and friends helping. His family was good for backup and were happy to help but as a new mom it was harder to leave than you thought.

You kissed Jack and kissed Patricia for the 4th time and patted her little back to which she burped instantly. “How did you just do that?” Jack said in awe of your way with her. He felt like the luckiest man in the world having you as the mother of his child.

“Ok baby I’m gone the Uber’s here” You said hurriedly

“You got your phone?” Jack reminded

“Shit! I left it on the kitchen table” You said in despair

“On it” Jack said running back for it with baby Patricia along for the ride with a satisfied smile having been fed and burped resting on Daddy who she loved his warmth and smell.

“And don’t forget you have that one thing you couldn’t get out of tomorrow at 8:00AM. You got backup?” You double checked before stepping into the Uber “And I pumped milk for the whole time it’s in the fridge labeled with the date of expiry. Call me if you need help, and Clay needs that thing from you by today, oh and…”

“If you don’t get in that Uber imma…” Jack said closing the door on you. “Say bye mommy.” He said to Patricia who is only 4 months old so she just gave you a drooling smile showing her dimples like her dad.

You waved goodbye behind the tinted glass.

No Backup

“Mom pick up!” Jack said in a sweat. It was 7:00AM and no sign of anyone coming to help. He had not asked anyone in advance to babysit and just took it for granted he would have help. He couldn’t reach anyone and it was almost time for his big meeting with Atlantic about renegotiation his contract. He only had one option but he was afraid to use it. Tianna was an ex girlfriend of Jack’s. The one ex he hadn’t told you the whole truth about. Early in dating you Jack slipped up and cried on Tianna’s shoulder about you choosing to take a job in another city. One thing led to another and the rest was buried history. He reluctantly dialled the number he swore to you he had deleted.

“Jack?” Tianna answered in shock

“T…how’s things?” Jack said nervously

“I’m sure you know with your little Finsta.” Tianna said stiffly. Jack hadn’t called in over a year. It was hard for Tianna to be “archived” along with countless other girls. Jack told her they’d always be friends and then he completely moved on with you and the baby.

“T…I ain’t got no time I need a massive favour.” Jack begged. Tianna was never going to say no.

“Sounds serious what’s up?” She said concerned

“I need a babysitter. I’ll pay you top dollar.” Jack blurted out.

“Oh fuck no!” Tianna refused

“Please T, it’s the biggest meeting of my career, Y/N is out of town her mom is ill, and I can’t reach anyone else that’s responsible.” Jack said exasperated

Tianna was silent on the other end. Definitely Jack would not be telling you about this. She was surprised he hadn’t deleted her number like she heard you had demanded.

“T? You there?” Jack asked in that warm smooth tone Tianna missed hearing so badly

“Uh huh” is all she said “For some reason. I’m still fucking here.”

“T..I swear, I had to stay away, you know why.” Jack explained “I will make it up to you for this. Patricia is real sweet. She won’t be any trouble.”

“Oh yes Patricia you named her after your aunt. We were going to name our daughter that remember?” Tianna said painfully. It wasn’t all Jack’s fault it didn’t work out.

“T please. Maybe after this we can sit down and talk.” Jack said softly. He felt terrible what he did to Tianna but he met you and everything in his life changed.

Tianna had gotten pregnant but miscarried and was tired of Jack and other girls always putting their 2 cents into the relationship and crazy fans so she ended it and started over. She remained single unable to be with anyone else but the whole fame thing wasn’t for her. Jack was her first and only true love, but she knew you were better for him in so many ways.

They remained friends and she liked you and felt awful about her and Jack having hurt you. She disappeared for a while to find herself in France and just returned to Louisville to regroup, sell everything, and move to LA to pursue her acting dream. This call was not expected but welcome. She felt she never got good closure with Jack and maybe this was her chance. She was closing this chapter and leaving for good anyway.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but sure. I’ll watch her for you. It will be nice actually and to catch up before…” She stopped herself not wanting to tell Jack too much just yet. She had to practice not being an open book for him.

“Before what?” He asked preoccupied with snapping Patricia’s onesie on and her cuteness

“Nothing, drop her off I’m here. I’ll take good care of her.” Tianna said

“I know you will. That’s why I called.” Jack said fondly “Look T, I’m sorry about EVERYTHING.”

“Yup no worries I moved on in a big way. France reset me.” Tianna said majorly brushing Jack off.

“I’ll be by in 15mins!” Jack said rushing before Tianna changed her mind.

The Drop Off

Jack pulled up and Tianna’s heart was pounding in her ears. It was harder than she thought to see him get Patricia out of the car balancing bags and her stroller. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey.” Jack said searching her eyes for forgiveness he knows he wasn’t owed

“Hey.” Tianna said “Come on in. This the little peanut Patricia?” She said playfully already smiling at the baby and taking her out of her carseat.

“How’s it been?” Jack asked “France was good to you I see. You look great.”

“Thanks I feel great” Tianna lied

Jack took a quick look around a place he was very familiar with but felt strange standing in Tianna’s living room. He noticed boxes lying around and it looked very sparse and smelled like lysol.

“Spring cleaning? What’s going on?” He said feeling something was up knowing he didn’t really have time for the answer.

“Um I’m taking the plunge…moving to L.A.” Tianna said seeing it as her big chance to let him know he didn’t ruin her.

“L.A.” Jack said sitting down to process it

“Yeah you know some of our friends are out there.” Tianna said matter of factly

“Yeah but that’s not like you to take risks like that.” Jack said concerned. It was getting to him like Tianna hoped it would.

“I’m different now. Things I went through…that we went through changed me and I can’t look back.” She said with Patricia now fast asleep in her arms. “You took risks now you’re JACK HARLOW”

“Yeah but you hated all the shit that comes with fame remember?” He said disappointed they had drifted apart so much he had no idea what was happening. Not that he had a right to know anymore.

“I do…well I did…idk I just need to get out of here. I’ve outgrown Kentucky. Like you did.” Tianna reasoned

“Yeah T but I came back. This is where my heart is my whole life, my family…” Jack said not finishing

“Your fiancée and child. I get it.” Tianna said a bit bitterly “She is gorgeous Jack.” She said looking down on your daughter “I never meant Y/N any harm.”

“I know and she’s amazing. I’m a happy man.” Jack said truly of you and it felt good to say that to Tianna who had issues of her own Jack put up with for a long time. The conversation was making him realize how fine he was with Tianna leaving.

“T, I wish you all the best. Go kill it in L.A.” He said sincerely giving her a hug. “I figured you might appreciate this time with Patricia and I hope you have your own one day. I’ll be back in a bit. Call me if she needs anything and thanks. This was the talk we needed to have. Now I can block you.” He said cheekily

“Shut up!” Tianna said punching him in the arm

The Pick Up

“So how did it go?” Tianna said bouncing Patricia as she slept after an afternoon of play and a walk.

“I came out on top thanks to Drama and my lawyers.” Jack said smiling

“By that smile I can tell you gained a few more zeros.” Tianna said happy for Jack. The class clown turned legend would always amaze her.

“Just a few.” Jack said. “Can’t wait to celebrate”

“With baby and Y/N as you should.” Tianna said catching a lump in her throat. “As you can see she’s knocked out. We played and went for a walk.”

“T” Jack said taking a longer look at Tianna than her heart could take “Thank you. For all of it.” As he pulled away Tianna felt herself fold from his warmth and brushing the curls down the back of his neck with her cheek.

He hugged her and took Patricia in her carseat securing her in the back of his Jeep. “I’ll Cashapp you something real nice. Help with settling into L.A. You’re the best” and with that the white Jeep slowly backed out of the driveway with precious cargo in the backseat having a nap not knowing all the things aunty Tianna whispered in her ear about being great and watching out for daddy. The love of her life.

“I should not have done that.” Tianna said closing the door sliding down to the floor and burying her tearful eyes in her hands.

Y/N Returns

“Guess who? My little peanut!!” You said so happy to see your fiancée and baby. Your mom was on the mend after 2 weeks of tending to her in the hospital you longed for some catering to from your soon to be husband and to hold your daughter.

Jack had time to reflect on his visit with Tianna. He was riding a wave of emotions and when you called Patricia “peanut” he realized Tianna had called her the same thing and he smiled to himself. If he didn’t have his emergency with Patricia, Tianna would have left for good and he never would have had the chance for the closure he got. Now it was all about you and his future.

“I missed you baby and I’m glad my future mother in law is ok.” Jack said lovingly giving you a sloppy bear hug.

“Thanks babe and thanks for holding down the fort.” You said taking off your shoes and plopping down on the couch beside Jack taking the baby from him. Jack had really missed you. After you being gone and seeing his ex he decided to ask you to marry him when you got back. He had to leave no room for old feelings creeping back. Plans were underway with his family for the secret event much to his mom’s surprise and joy in this “sudden” change in plans.

That night after you put Patricia down Jack popped a bottle of champagne and had your favourite dinner delivered with a bouquet of fresh velvety red roses. “What’s all this?” You said flabbergasted

“Just a little something to show my appreciation of you.” He said grazing your lips with his own luscious pink pillowy pout pressing deeper tangling your tongue with his and pressing himself against you.

“Damn I should go away more often” You said as he relaxed his grip on you. He still had the ability to make you feel drunk with one kiss.

You took bites of each other’s food and it was great to hear all about Patricia’s goings on. Jack never mentioned his emergency and Tianna babysitting and he never would. No sense in upsetting you when Tianna was leaving for good and he wasn’t in love with her anyway. You thought Jack had erased Tianna’s number but he just had it stored under a different name because he meant to check on her sometimes with the way he left things and not have you flip out.

“Y/N I have never thought my bachelor days would be over.” Jack said reaching for your hand as you sipped champagne and shared a piece of cheesecake for desert and soft jazz playing.

You almost choked on a piece of cake. “What do you mean?” Is all you could say and then it happened.

He reached into his pocket and produced a tiny box cracking it open. It shone so brightly in its high solitaire antique setting it blinded you at first as it caught the light. It was his grandmother’s engagement ring he had reset with a single large princess cut pink diamond.

You stopped breathing and your heart was beating like a rabbit. You extended your shaking hand as he slid the heirloom on your finger. “Jack, why? What? Why now? I thought we were waiting until…” You said breathlessly feeling hot and cold at the same time and confused.

“I ain’t waiting any longer to marry my sunshine.” Jack said calling you by your nickname “So Y/N will you marry me…um and Patricia I guess like are we gone do this?”

“Yes!! Of course yes!!” You said excitedly sharing a kiss with him just in time for Patricia’s cry out for some attention.

“Let’s tell her the good news” He said looking at you like his whole world. While you headed to the bedroom to pick up Patricia, he took his phone out of his pocket to call his family and tell them he finally gave you a ring and saw 4 missed calls from “TJ” and a text “Goodbye Louisville. Hello L.A. 😘✌🏾”

He smiled and hit block on the number and dialled his parents. No need to keep that tie anymore. So he thought.

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[harlowtales]

Y/N is in control leaving Jack trying to get the upper hand 🏋️‍♀️

18 + ONLY - Adult Themes 🚫 Minors

THE CLUB

Jack saw you walk in from where he was on the upper floor. You didn’t even know he was there. He had heard about you from The Homies talking about some girl named Y/N. “Naw she like fine fine bruh.” They said as they couldn’t shut up about meeting you. “And real cute, down to earth, you know how Midwest girls are.” They said nudging Jack as they hung out by Indi’s Chicken one day. It was always great to come home and chill. Jack was a Kentucky boy through and through.

“Don’t have to tell me brother.” Jack said with a side grin. “She all that huh?” He said to them as he finished his milk shake with a loud slurp.

“Yeah bruh. Cute as hell.” They all confirmed

“Invite her out tonight then” Jack said “The more the merrier”

“Bet, unlike these losers, I got her private IG.” Ace said as him and Jack parted ways “I’m texting her right now.”

“She on private huh?” Jack said with a raised brow. He was bored with the current selection in his hometown and had been with more than a few local girls making it hard to date. Meeting someone from out of town sounded fun and he preferred talking to people as private as him.

Jack had never really seen the guys like this about a girl. She must be SOMETHING. When he saw you he recognized you from the kickball game. Cutesy face, and thick as hell. He snuck down to the main area of the club. “I gotta see for myself what this chick is all about” he thought. “Hey Y/N?” You heard from behind you and a tap on your shoulder.

There was no mistaking whose voice that was. “In the flesh” You said sweetly turning around and causally sipping on your drink. This lit a spark in Jack he couldn’t explain and not sure he liked it.

“Not your typical way to answer that question.” Jack said. He was used to having a very disarming affect on women.

“Yeah you from the kickball game right? Even seen you at a couple shows. You know my boys huh?” He said trying to strike up a convo.

“Yeah, a little bit. They dope.” You answered. “Can’t believe you’re out. You don’t club it much as far as I know.” You said looking quizzically at him.

Jack couldn’t believe how regular you were treating him. “How she talking to me like I’m just some dude?” You were so chill it was throwing him off.

Just then The Homies started coming in. Ace came up to you immediately. “Y/N!” He excitedly said hugging you. Jack felt a way about Ace hugging you but didn’t know why.

“I live here now” You announced

“Da fuck!?” Ace said taking a few steps back while holding onto your hand which Jack was uncomfortable with. “Sweet, we’ll have to hang” Ace said hugging you again and holding on for a bit too long.

“Shit. Why did I tell him that?” You said to yourself as he seemed way too excited and you didn’t like him like that.

“Y/N lets dance!” Your friend said pulling you to the dance floor. Jack and Ace watched as you disappeared onto the crowded dance floor.

Jack could see Ace was much more interested than you were “What a weird chick.” He thought, but was curious.

THE GYM

“And 1! 2! 3!” The instructor shouted. “Get those knees up!” Why you decided to go to spin class after a night out you didn’t know. You regretted it the whole time but you weren’t the type to make excuses. As you were wiping your brow and downing some water you noticed someone in a hoodie over his head and headphones in a corner with a trainer.

“I’d know those curls popping out of that hoodie anywhere.” You said but headed to the treadmill as you didn’t want to bother him. You would enjoy the view of Jack working out from a distance.

“Come on bruh. Just a couple more. It’s light weight.” The trainer encouraged Jack.

“Ughhh!” Jack grunted as he did his last lift, the barbell crashing to the floor.

“Dassit!” His trainer exclaimed “You a beast man! Now rest for a bit.” He said

Jack took his headphones off and his hoodie as he was panting heavily. He threw his head back and downed an entire bottle of water in one go, his wet curls cascading and clinging to his face.

You almost fell off the treadmill watching him. He went back into his set. He bent over to lift the bar. This time his trainer added more weight. You looked on practically drooling as he clenched his butt and pulled on the bar.

“Ughhhh!” He said loudly as he dropped the bar again.

“He really needs to stop doing that.” You said to yourself trying to think of something else, you changed the music in your headphones and the incline on the machine. You decided to work off the sexual tension you were filled with by going hard.

“Hey easy tiger.” It was that voice behind you again. You heard it through your headphones. That deep raspy smooth voice rumbled through one of his songs you were listening to right now. Ironically this was like a scene right out of Funny Seeing You Here. You felt his presence strongly behind you and pretended not to hear.

Jack came around to the front of the treadmill now to get your attention. You flashed him a sweaty smile and continued running. It was hard for him to believe you fully intended on finishing what you were doing and not acting at all surprised to see him.

He waited for you to finish. “She on one.” He thought as he texted Urban. He was slightly irritated and turned on at the same time. “You finally done?” He said with tension in his voice as you slowed way down to a walk panting heavily.

“Sorry, you waiting to use the machine?” You asked him plainly like he was anyone.

Jack couldn’t believe you right now. “Naw” is all he could manage to say. He handed you your towel.

“Thanks” you said flippantly “Nice set.” You complimented motioning over to where you had seen him lifting weights “You really do be on demon time, and it shows.” You flung your towel over your shoulder nonchalantly and started walking away.

You threw him off again with the compliment while not seeming at all interested in him. This sent his competitive nature into overdrive.

“You want to hit the juice bar? My treat” Jack offered catching up with you.

“Um sure, thank you.” You said cautiously. You had heard about Jack and rappers in general.

“Let’s drink these outside” He said wanting to talk to you outside of the noisy gym.

You followed him to a grassy area through the patio doors of the juice bar into the fresh breeze, leaving the blaring music and hot stuffy gym in the distance.

“After you” Jack said letting you sit down on the bench first. You intimidated him and he wasn’t used to feeling that.

“So it’s Y/N right? That what people call you?” He asked.

“My full name is Y/N but Y/N will do” You said slurping on your fresh green juice.

“Always a smart fucking answer.” He thought. “Ok Y/N will do.” He said slightly irritated with air quotes “You just moved here?”

“Is this an interview?” You said flashing a cocky grin

“Yeah its a fuking interview.” Jack shot back “But I just decided I’m not hiring” He got up to leave in a huff, fed up with your slick answers.

“Jack, chill out, I’m just playing. Come on sit.” You said apologetically patting the spot beside you.

He was embarrassed he was showing his sensitivity and sat back down blushing. You had control and he didn’t know how you got it.

“I am a researcher and I’m doing my masters degree. I’m in Kentucky for work and… just a change, I guess.” You said not wanting someone with Jack’s reputation with women to know too much about you.

Jack admired you immediately. He was so impressed and in awe that you were not trying to be all up in the scene. You had your fun sometimes but was hard at work like him. “I really admire you for all you’re doing.” He said honestly “Most girls I know just trying to get with some rapper for a comfortable life.”

“Um no not me.” You said assuredly “I am set on furthering my education. I guess I’m a nerd to you and your friends. Welp, thanks for the juice Jackman.” You said tossing your cup. You were so nervous you gulped it down and had a brain freeze you were trying not to show.

“Ha!” He said pointing at you “I knew you were a real fan! Fucking knew it!!” He danced in victory as you had broken your cool facade by saying his government name. Only true fans called him Jackman and you did so casually.

“I don’t know what you mean. You alright, but lot of misses for me tbh.” You said trying to gain your power back.

“Naw, you said it. You outted yourself!” He was in trash talking mode now. “I knew it. I was like no way this girl so cool around me every time.”

This bothered you a bit. “Hold on Mr. Harlow.” You said looking him dead in the eye. “Don’t go thinking you’re all that.” You poked his chest with that tempting bit of chest hair poking out from his tank top.

“Well if there was ever any doubt you’re from the Midwest there it goes.” He said having fun now with this crack in your facade.

“How did you know that?” You said surprised

“My guys told me.” Jack said “Look let’s start over… Hi, I’m Jack.” He said holding out his soft hand for a truce handshake.

“What is this Chicken Shop Date?” You giggled “Mighty soft hands for someone lifting that kind of weight.” You said flirtatiously.

Your cool demeanour and ambition had Jack hooked “You’re not like these airheads out here.” He complimented moving close to so nobody could easedrop. “Can I take you out sometime?”

“That would be nice.” You said screaming inside with him moving in so close you could feel the heat from his body that towered over you.

“Damn. I gotta focus on her intelligence cuz that is a whole lotta ass.” Jack said to himself as he was mesmerized by the switch of your ass watching you walk in front of him. If you were his girl he would have slapped it from you being so sassy.

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[harlowtales]

Jack needs Y/N more than he realizes when jealousy gets the best of him

18+ ONLY - Adult Themes

***Use of all names is purely fictional

“Where the fuck are you going Y/N?” Jack said surprised to see you packing. He just got back from recording in LA and was going to take a few weeks off.

“I actually made some friends and I’m heading off for a weekend in the country!” You squealed with glee, but Jack did not have a smile on his face. “…and nice to see you too sheesh.” You said rolling your eyes and pushing past him to get to your closet. You were forgetting your crocks and hoping to find a spot for them in your open and overflowing suitcase on the bed.

“No the fuck you aint.” He said like a domineering father.

“Awwww Jackman you’ll be fine without me for 72hours.” You said cheerily finally getting your suitcase closed by sitting on it.

“72 fucking hours ain’t a weekend last I checked.” He said grumpily

“You’ll be fine.” You said ignoring his exasperation and checking the group chat for any updates on who was picking you up when. Jack was a tad dramatic anyway so you didn’t really take him seriously at the moment.

“Not very professional coming from my assistant” he mumbled now distinctly in a bad mood.

“I’m not your assistant. I’m a house guest remember?” You responded now getting irritated that Jack refused to give you any titles in his life whatsoever. Long story short, something happened one night that you both agreed should not have, and had not happened since.

You were renovicted from your apartment as the building was being turned into fancy condos so Jack offered you a place to stay until you found another place. While staying with him you started helping Kat with some work and his team realized how good you were at helping him stay organized. They offered you a job and Jack said no. He was developing feelings for you and didn’t want to mix business with anything more complicated personally. This caused major tension as you felt he was unfairly blocking you from an opportunity and you had a huge fight. He wound up confessing his feelings and makeup sex didn’t make up for anything as he still would not define your relationship.

You were still helping Kat as now an unpaid intern and Jack felt that one night was a mistake and he needed to focus on his career so nothing happened again. He would lay in his bed alone trying to shake the memory. So many nights he texted you to come to his room but deleted it. You both talked about when you would leave and you told Jack about your other plans but he put a stop to that and said he could find you other opportunities and for you to stay in Louisville.

To say you fell hard for him was an understatement. The whole situation was confusing and you didn’t realize how much it was draining you. You started writing a book but having to move short notice derailed the whole thing. You had a publisher waiting and were panicking. Jack suggested you stay until you finished it. He believed in you and didn’t want to be the cause of you loosing your focus either.

This limbo with him had become your new normal. Stolen glances across the breakfast table, incidental brushes passed in the hallway never amounting to little more than frustration but both of you were dedicated to your dreams so didn’t cross the line again. You had to avert your eyes when he would be rushing to get ready drinking tea and checking his phone while fresh out of the shower in a towel around his waist and wet curls.

He had to do the same seeing you prance around in a tank top and sleep shorts with a bonnet on and fuzzy slippers. The way he wanted to bend you over sometimes was too much. In a weird way though you two became happy roommates. There was only one thing Jack wanted and that was for you to be around when he was in town. He said this was for work purposes but it was because he missed you so much when he was away. To see you packing now when you knew he was back made him downright angry.

You hadn’t done it purposely but you had made a new group of friends in the writing community in Louisville and everyone was going on this retreat to work on projects in an idyllic Kentucky country setting. Jack didn’t like there were guys in this group. Sensitive types that were accomplished authors. Just the type that you could bond with intellectually and leave him forever. He knew conversation was your love language so even while he was away he called often but felt like he didn’t have what it took to really stimulate you mentally like those guys.

You felt like you were starting to slip away and maybe it was for the best because nothing was possible with Jack anyway. This one guy in the group Jason was so engaging and you were looking forward to his reading circles and getting to know him this weekend. Jack knew how much you liked Jason’s new novel. He felt so jealous every time he caught you curled up with pups reading it.

“You really like this Jason character huh?” Jack said one night as he had his feet up watching soccer and you were deeply immersed in Jason’s book. He felt like swatting it out of your hands.

“It’s such a moving story. I hope to be half as good as this” You said wistfully smiling showing your one dimple and pushing up your glasses which drove Jack crazy.

“I have no doubt you’re way better than that.” Jack said disdainfully of Jason.

“I’m honoured to even know him. Want some popcorn?” You said cheerily getting pups off you and heading to the kitchen. It was one of your more lazy days at home and you had no idea that Jack was in heaven there with you. He would occasionally glance at you and smile while you were reading wishing you could lay on him and he could hold you giving you kisses on the top of your head as he watched the game. He snapped out of his delusion with the Jason conversation.

“Hey missy did you write at all today?” He would often chide when things he didn’t want to think about crept in or uncomfortable feelings.

“Nope. I’m chilling today.” You said happily taking a huge handful of popcorn. Jack promptly ripped the bowl away from you.

“You want to be as good as some dork Jason? Get off the couch and go to your room and write” he said firmly.

“Fuck you.” You said defiantly grabbing another handful before heading for your room. You knew he was right but didn’t like his bossy tone.

He settled in with pups with a smile on his face knowing he had disrupted your time with Jason’s book and knocked it off the couch for extra enjoyment.

Fast forward back to now. He felt a tightness in his chest with anxiety creeping in. “Does Kat know you’re doing this?” He questioned

“Doing what?” You said distractedly with air quotes as you texted Emily you were almost ready.

“Y/N.” Jack said trying to get your attention “I need details. You live here, and I kinda feel responsible if anything happens to you.” He said concerned

“Jack it’s all good. Emily will be here in like 15mins don’t worry there’s going to be 20 people there. Jason is leading the whole thing for up and comers like me and I’m so excited to learn from him. I really need his advice.”

“You won’t be up and cumming at all at any point on this trip understand?” He said looking down on you every bit asserting his 6 foot 3 frame.

“Relax alpha male” You said touching his chest in a way that made him raise an eyebrow and tingle. Old Jack would have you on your back so fast it would make your head spin, but he had matured and just hoped one day when he had more time for a relationship he hadn’t permanently fucked it up with you.

“I’ll see you in a few days. Only call me in an EMERGENCY. Got it? And look after my puppy.” You said roughing up pup’s curly fur and kissing her while she panted joyfully in Jack’s arms. Emily texted she was downstairs. You gathered your things and stepped into the elevator that opened up directly into Jack’s penthouse.

“You’re upsetting pups but have fun.” Jack said cradling her as if protecting her from your cruelty.

You breathed a deep sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed. Jack was passed clingy now and totally dependent on you. “Well pups it’s just you and me here this weekend. Or does it have to be?” He said picking up his phone and scrolling to see what ex would answer and come over, but that didn’t feel right. He decided to order dinner since you weren’t there to cook a home cooked meal and write some new stuff. A song about a girl he couldn’t be with but couldn’t leave.

PART 2

Jack was miserable the entire 3 days. Nobody could get him out of the house. He sank into a place where he just wrote songs in the dimly lit studio. He rejected offers to play soccer, to go to the Hub and DJ, to hang out with one of his exes who was just “checking in” that he easily could have had swing by and scratch his itch. The problem was he had nothing to scratch. You were on his mind heavy and he couldn’t shake it.

“Hunny Urban called me and said you’re in a funk. Want to talk to your old mom about it?” Jack’s mom said in her loving way when her son was in a low mood.

“Naw I’ll be fine I just…I need to just be more my own man.” He said reflectively

“Who is she this time?” His mom said completely unaware of the whole dynamic but had suspected Jack and you had something happen at some point. She just knew her son too well. You were completely what he was looking for and it bewildered her why you weren’t a couple already. “Did you and Y/N have another argument? Hunny you know she’s headstrong but she’s an intelligent girl. You’re a writer you get it.”

“We didn’t have a fight. She’s a good roommate.” Jack said dismissively

“Ok I’ll pretend that’s the truth.” His mom said

“She just…she doesn’t understand certain things, like it’s not important to her, she just flounces around foot loose and fancy free ya know? Like her book is due and she’s reading another book by some fucktard author she’s crushing on. Makes no sense. She lacks discipline ya know?” Jack said way more than he wanted to.

“Oh I see.” His mom replied pensively. “She’s a fly by the seat of her pants kinda gal but works for you for free tending to your business everyday but she’s not responsible. As I understand she cooks too with her busy schedule that revolves around you and looks after the dog? Is it maybe this little crush on someone else your issue?”

“You know what? I need to focus and she needs to focus. She could never be my girl because I need someone so opposite to her. I mean the other day I walked in on her feeding pups extra treats and singing and dancing with her like what?” Jack said critically but obviously in pain missing your sweet goofiness.

“Wow sounds like a real bad situation.” His mom said rolling her eyes on the other end but Jack could feel it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me mom.” He said defensively. “It doesn’t sound like a big deal but it is. You know what? As soon as she gets back imma tell her she needs to find somewhere else to go because this ain’t working. I can’t even have girls in my crib anymore like a normal man.”

“So she’s away? And where’s all these girls in your crib as you say.” His mom asked. She had a way of talking to Jack that made him come to his own conclusions.

“Mom don’t start.” He said “She’s irresponsible. She knows she’s supposed to be here when I’m here. It’s unprofessional for her to just bounce and be out in god knows where countryside retreat or wherever the fuck she went with his Jason loser. So he’s written a few books. Does he have platinum records? Does anyone know who da fuck this guy is?” Jack fumed his anxiety on full display.

“Wait. Y/N is on a writing retreat with THE Jason Meyers??? Hunny this is great for her! He’s a 4 time New York Times bestselling author! This could be Y/N’s big break!” His mom said excitedly

“You know, why am I even talking to you? I gotta go pups is hungry and needs a walk.” Jack said using his dog as an excuse to get out of a conversation that was bringing up all his insecurities.

“Ok hunny I’m here if you need me I love you!” His mom said cheerfully

Jack was so frustrated nobody understood him. The walk with pups did him good and he went to the gym to work off some steam. He felt much better and was lying on the couch drifting off when he heard the elevator doors open and you rustling around. He jumped up and startled pups who ran to greet you. “Hello pupsy wupsy!” You said so happy to see her.

“Hey.” You said cooly to Jack

“Sup” He said ultra casually, not moving from the couch.

“It’s ok don’t move to help with my suitcase.” You said sarcastically as you struggled with it down the hallway to your room.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He said after you lazily snuggled in a blanket.

You had a great time, but wasn’t going to tell Jack about the offer you had from Jason to read your manuscript and pitch it to his publisher to get you more money and way more exposure. Jack didn’t seem to like Jason and it would only put him in a pissier mood than he already was these days. You decided to stay in your room away from him and got comfortable in bed so tired from the long drive.

You heard a soft knock on your door. “Come in.” You called out as you changed channels on the TV.

“Does my breath stink or something? Why you didn’t come out of your room?” Jack asked sitting on the bed. He was waiting for you to tell him all about it.

“Jack. Leave me be please I’m exhausted, and no time for whatever mood you’ve been in.” You said honestly

“Y/N can we talk?” He asked softly. You immediately knew it was important by the scrunch in his brow.

“Of course are you ok? I’ve been concerned. You’re always so supportive and the minute I have this big opportunity to network you’re so down on me. Did I do something wrong?” You asked looking him directly in his warm blue eyes

“Y/N….this thing we’re doing… or not doing…I can’t do it anymore. While you were away I had a chance to think and talk to my mom and ummm, I hope we can still be friends but…” He hesitated

“Say no more. I’m as good as fucking gone. Lucky I haven’t even unpacked because I won’t. I’m out. If I can just sleep that would be great and then say no more. I’ll leave in the morning.” You said completely done at this point. “Get some other flunkie to watch your dog and make your breakfast, and schedule your life. I have things to do in MY LIFE!!!” You yelled and burst into tears. “…and fuck any deals. Fuck Jason fuck Kentucky!”

“Whoah whoah whoah what? Fuck Jason what happened? Did he…did you guys…”

“No. Jason is engaged to a ballet dancer he is very much spoken for. I just admired him and his work.” You said now a teary mess. “He offered to read my book and pitch to his publisher but fuck all that now. Every time I get something good I have to move again. I hate it here!!!! Kiss my ass bluegrass!!.” You said now full on bawling.

“Y/N that’s fantastic!!” Jack said but realized what he had done and how he had been making you feel for months. “I’m so sorry I’m a complete fool.”

“You’ve always got me on some rollercoaster. I’m the fool!” You said hitting him now in frustration “Get off my bed! Your bed…what the fuck ever! I don’t fucking care anymore!” You yelled but Jack interrupted you with a massive tight hug and you collapsed in his arms so weary from fighting him and this “arrangement”.

“I can do no right with you. You’re sooooo fucking bossy!” You said but it felt so good to be hugged by him, to feel his warmth.

“Y/N please I ain’t that bad, am I?” Jack asked kind of knowing the answer.

“So bossy.” You restated calming down now and blowing your nose.

“Ok damn. I get it I’m bossy.” He said partially offended but knowing he was hard on you because he didn’t want to wind up in bed and in love. You had the potential to hurt him more than he could handle. With both of you distracted with work it was his hope it would prevent anything from happening “Kiss my ass bluegrass is next level though that was too far.” He laughed.

“I was wrong.” He continued “I can learn from you and relax sometimes and I been an asshole pushing you. I thought you were hung up on Jason and I couldn’t take it. I was a shell of myself when you left. I barely left the condo.”

“Are you serious?” You said between sniffles. “I was literally only gone for 3 days. You’re kind of pathetic”

“Thanks.” He said sarcastically “I’m just so dependent on you now and that’s my fault. If you want to leave and find a real relationship I can’t hold you, but if you give me a do over I would really really love that and I would show you I love you because I do. I realized how much the last little while so I amped up being a hard ass to run from my feelings. Matter fact, I got you something months ago and been too scared to give it to you. One sec” He said and disappeared. He returned with a jewelry box and gestured for you to take it.

You froze. Was this happening? “One minute this man was ready to kick me out and now a damn near proposal?” You thought with your head pounding from all the crying and screaming. You waited for him to open the box.

Inside was a blinding diamond fountain pendant and chain. “Welcome to team Private Garden Y/N, my new Senior Assistant. I hope a salary of $150,000 a year is helpful and Kat now reports to you. I hope the title permanent live-in girlfriend suits you as well. No hiding, this our shit now and everyone will know. You cool with that?”

“Well…I don’t know I might be on a book tour but I’ll see if I can pencil your little job offer in.” You said lifting up your hair as Jack placed the stunning piece around your neck. The fans seeing that symbol of being team PG was going to send the internet into a frenzy but for now you were savouring this moment.

“Take it or leave it, but please never leave me and pups again. I had left over pizza all weekend.” Jack said tackling you and planting a deep kiss on your lips with pups barking excitedly.

“Wow. You are so sad.” You said teasing him and kissing him with his full weight on top of you, he started to rise and you knew it was the time you both had wanted for so long. You turned off your bedroom light “Oh Jack” you moaned.

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