Booker Wright was an African American waiter in Greenwood, Mississippi, who gained national attention after appearing in the 1966 NBC documentary Mississippi: A Self-Portrait. In the film, he spoke candidly about the racism he endured while working as a waiter at Lusco’s, a white-owned restaurant, while also running his own business, Booker’s Place, a café that served Black customers.
His appearance in the documentary was groundbreaking but came at a great cost. After the film aired, he faced severe backlash from the white community. He was beaten by police, lost his job at Lusco’s, and his business was targeted.
In 1973, Booker Wright was tragically shot and killed at his café. The official story was that he was murdered by a man named Leroy Gibson over a money dispute, but some believe his killing was linked to retaliation for his statements in the documentary.
His legacy was later revisited in the 2012 documentary Booker’s Place: A Mississippi Story, directed by Raymond De Felitta and co-produced by Wright’s granddaughter, Yvette Johnson. It explored his courage and the impact of his words on civil rights history.
Sometimes it seems like I'm in your way; Well, that's how it seems.
Word count: 1.0k
Warnings: Angst
Summary: After your son is born, you and your husband begin to drift apart. Your home fills with silence, exhaustion, and the painful feeling of being alone together.
The worst part wasn't that Jack was gone. It was that he was right there, and it felt the same.
The apartment was too quiet for how loud everything felt.
Not silent. It was never silent anymore. The soft, uneven breaths of your newborn son filled the space from the bassinet beside the couch, tiny chest rising and falling like it was something fragile you had to watch to believe it was still happening.
The hum of the fridge. The ticking clock that you swore got louder at night.
And Jack.
He sat across from you, his elbows on his knees, phone loose in his hand like he had forgotten it was there.
Still in his scrubs. Still smelling faintly of antiseptic and something sharper you couldn't name anymore, something that didn't belong in this home.
He'd been back for almost twenty minutes.
Neither of you had said a single word.
You shifted slightly, the blanket slipping off your shoulder. You didn't bother pulling it back up.
Everything felt too heavy lately. Even small movements and thoughtss.
Jack glanced up at you like he had just remembered you were there.
"Hey," he said.
Your throat tightened.
Not because of the word. Because of how normal it sounded. Like this was any other night. Like you weren't sitting here trying to remember the last time he had looked at you and seen you.
"Hey," you echoed, softer.
His eyes flicked toward the bassinet. "He's asleep?"
You nodded.
"He was fussy earlier," you added after a second, the words coming out before you could stop them. "Wouldn't settle."
Jack exhaled through his nose, leaning back slightly. "Yeah. Babies do that."
Something in your chest twisted.
You knew that. Of course you knew that.
You had spent years guiding women through labor, through fear, through those first fragile moments after. You knew what newborn cries meant, what different pitches signaled, how to soothe, how to reassure.
But none of that seemed to matter here.
Not when it was yours.
Not when it was three in the morning and your hands were shaking and nothing you did worked.
"Yeah," you said quietly. "I know."
The silence crept back in, heavier this time.
Jack scrubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion etched into every line of him. "Long day."
You swallowed. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Two emergency cases back-to-back. One of them—" He stopped, like he'd caught himself going too far, then shook his head. "Doesn't matter."
You watched him.
Watched the way he shut the door on it so easily. Like whatever happened in that hospital stayed there. Like he knew how to keep those worlds separate.
You didn't have that luxury.
Everything blurred together for you now — days and nights, work and home, who you used to be and who you were now.
"I could've handled it," you said before you could think better of it.
Jack frowned slightly. "Handled what?"
"At work." Your fingers tightened in the blanket.
"Cases like that. I used to do that."
He blinked, like the comment caught him off guard. "I know you did."
"I was good at it."
"I know."
"Better than this," you muttered.
The words hung there, sharper than you intended.
Jack straightened a little. "Better than what?"
You gestured vaguely — at the room, the bassinet, yourself. "This."
His expression shifted, something defensive flickering behind his eyes. "It's not a competition."
"I didn't say it was."
"It sounds like you're saying—"
"I'm saying I don't know what I'm doing," you cut in, your voice suddenly tight. "Is that better?"
The baby shifted in the bassinet, a soft sound escaping him, and both of you froze.
A beat passed.
Then another.
He settled again.
You exhaled shakily, pressing your lips together.
Jack lowered his voice. "You do know what you're doing."
"No," you whispered. "I knew what I was doing when it wasn't mine."
That landed.
You saw it in the way his shoulders tensed, the way he looked away.
"I help other women through this," you went on, quieter now, like saying it too loudly might break something. "I tell them they're doing fine, that it's normal, that it gets easier. I say all the right things."
Your laugh came out hollow.
"But I can't even get him to stop crying half the time."
Jack leaned forward slightly. "Hey—"
"And you're not here," ygou added, the words slipping out, raw and unfiltered.
There it was.
The thing sitting between you.
His jaw tightened. "I'm working."
"I know you're working."
"I don't have a choice."
"I didn't say you did."
"But you're acting like—"
"I'm acting like I'm alone," you snapped, then immediately winced at the increase in volume.
The baby stirred again, a soft whimper building in his chest.
You both turned instinctively.
This time, it didn't stop.
The cry came, thin and sharp, cutting straight through you.
You were already moving, pushing yourself off the couch, body aching in ways you didn't have words for anymore.
"I've got him," Jack said, standing too.
"It's fine," you replied quifckly, too quickly. "I've got it."
Your hands shook as you lifted your son, cradling him against your chest, murmuring soft nonsense under your breath. You adjusted, bounced slightly, tried to remember every technique you'd ever taught someone else.
He kept crying.
Of course he did.
Your chest tightened, panic creeping in at the edges.
"It's okay," Jack said, hovering too close, too unsure. "Here, let me—"
"I said I've got it."
The words came out sharper than you meant.
Jack stilled.
And just like that, the space between you stretched wider.
The baby's cries filled it.
You turned away slightly, focusing on the small, fragile weight in your arms, even as your vision blurred.
Because the worst part wasn't the crying.
It wasn't the exhaustion.
It wasn't even the fear that you were somehow failing at the one thing that was supposed to come naturally.
It was this.
Standing a few feet away from the person you loved.
Summary: Life is expensive, and you just need someone to take care of you. Who better to do than that Jack Abbot, a man who’s desperately searching for a new hobby? But Jack finds out…he really likes taking care of you way more than he thought he would.
Warnings(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, riding, creampies.
Lovergirlnote: Well..well..well..Hello, my little lover girls. Firstly, I wanted to add that I’m dropping this as a token of my appreciation for there being over 1,000 of you following and supporting me. I couldn’t have ever imagined that I would reach that many of you. I really appreciate you all being here and supporting my thirst for this man. This is only part 1 of this little mini-series. Also…stay tuned for a special post for Shawn Hatosy in honor of his Quinn audio.
“Ugh, my account got overdrafted again,” You whined, closing the bank app.
It was hard enough being a graduate student, but it was even harder having to navigate all of this alone. “Well, it’s ramen noodles for dinner again,” you muttered to yourself.
You push back the sting of tears before they can reach the surface of your eyes—no use in crying over something like this when you’d grown used to it. Growing up, you always knew you would do great things in life. You refused to accept anything different. You had locked in during high school and managed to get a full ride to a college of your choosing. You’re a first-generation college student trying to break generational curses.
Who said it was all going to come easy?
You had grown up as the eldest daughter with two other siblings, along with living in a single-parent household. You were used to playing the second parent to your siblings while your mother had to work later shifts to put food on the table. You didn’t complain once when you had to put your social life on hold to help out around the house. At sixteen, you got your first job at a local diner to help your mother out.
Of course, your mother hated that you felt like you had to do any of these things, but she appreciated that you had stepped up to help. As an older sibling, everyone knows the wear and tear of trying to make sure that everyone is okay before you are.
You had locked in during college and graduated summa cum laude. Now, you were well on your way to pursuing a PhD in forensic psychology. However, no matter how much you planned, nothing could prepare you for just how expensive everything was with your degree. Luckily, you had secured a graduate assistantship that covered your tuition, but you were still struggling to cover rent, bills, and groceries.
You felt like there was just never a time for you to get a break. You were tired of always wondering how you’d make ends meet. You were tired of having to stop yourself from treating yourself because you had to be responsible.
You just wanted to let loose and enjoy life. You wanted to go into a store and buy without worrying if your card would decline.
You just wanted to be taken care of for once in your life.
To cope with your current situation, you made a bowl of ramen noodles with an egg and ham to make it seem fancy. You turned on the TV and immediately began watching Pretty Woman. Almost immediately, you start to question if this is the best idea to watch this movie. You can’t help but long for the same spoiled treatment that Richard Gere’s character offers to Julia Roberts.
How nice would it be to have a man who wanted nothing in the world besides taking care of you and all of your needs? What a dream that’d be.
It felt like one of those lightbulb moments that went off over your head.
You went to grab your phone from the kitchen table and immediately searched “Best sugar daddy sites.”
You shop around the sites for the next thirty minutes, going on Reddit to get reviews from the sites. The last thing you need is to be getting scammed by some creep or ending up on an episode of First 48. It would be super annoying to have your family say, “You lit up a room.”
Finally, you come upon a site called “Sugar and Spice.” From the reviews, the majority of the women your age gush about how they’d found their sugar daddies on the site. You like the site even more because they advertise that they’re women-owned, and you have to be approved by their team before joining.
You quickly apply with all of your information. Within the next hour, your application will be approved to move to the next step: Setting up your account.
Your username proves to be a difficult task. What was something that came off sexy, yet demure? You workshop a few usernames before settling on _pinklovergirl. Pink had always been one of your favorite colors, so why not add it to your username?
Next, you added your interests.
Then came the part where you added your goals and what you hoped to gain from the app.
You think it over for a few seconds. Then you start to type: “I’m a PhD candidate who’s in way over my head with costs in this economy. I’m looking for someone who doesn’t have a problem with taking care of me.”
You opt not to add a picture because you’d hate the thought of some creep using your picture to find you without your consent.
The last part of the application is where you pick out the age range that you’re looking for. You mentally go over the choices in your head. You’d always liked older men, so that doesn’t bother you. You slide the slider over to between the ages of 40 and 55.
Once you click confirm, your profile is officially live. Now you just have to wait to get a few hits.
You shrug and place the phone on the table before going back to watching Pretty Woman. Soon, you’re asleep on the couch.
In the morning, you groan and stretch out on the couch. Reaching out to grab your phone to check the time, you sit up once you notice that you have notifications from Sugar and Spice.
The first message that catches your eye is one from someone named silverfox45.
Silverfox45: Hi.
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Jack Abbot is a man known for seeking danger. It’s one of the things that keeps his therapist up at night.
“You know, Jack, when I said that you needed a hobby. I didn’t mean going out and joining the SWAT team,” Dr. Richmond said, shaking his head lightly.
He’d been seeing Jack as a patient for many years, and he never failed to be either concerned or amused whenever Jack would mention his next exploit.
Jack shrugs and smiles at the man, “Well, you’ve known me for a while. You know I love thrill-seeking things. What would you recommend? Me going out and buying a plant?”
Dr. Richmond nods, “Yes, actually. Not a plant in particular. I think your covert suicidal tendencies have you chasing your next thrill, so if something happens, you don’t mind if it does. If you had something…or maybe someone that keeps your mind otherwise preoccupied, I would say that I believe you’d slow down on these things.”
Jack shrinks back in the chair, “Ouch, Doc, we’re using the s-word in session now?”
“We are, if I believe that it applies to you, Jack.” Dr. Richmond looks down at his watch and sighs, “That’s all the time we have for now, Jack. For your homework, I’d like for you to go find a hobby that doesn’t consist of any danger.”
Jack smirks, “Can’t promise I’ll find anything, but I’ll try.”
When Jack leaves Dr. Richmond’s office, he tries to think of anything that he could do as a hobby. Golfing? Nope. Frankly, he sucked at golf, and he found it rather boring.
Fishing. He already did that with Robby.
He thinks back to Dr. Richmond’s words on taking care of something. He could get a plant, but he knew the thing would be dead in a week. A dog or a cat sounded appealing, but with the hours that he was pulling at the Pitt, the poor animal would be neglected.
But then it hits him. A person. Maybe he could try his hand at making a friend or building a relationship with someone.
He goes home and sits on the couch. He opens the browser on his phone and types in, “Seeking companion.” Jack strolls through a few sites before one catches his eye: Sugar and Spice. He clicks on the site and nods in appreciation at how thorough the owners appear to be.
He signs up for the site, and his application is immediately approved. He goes through all of the steps before setting the age range that he’s interested in.
Once he confirms the last bit of information, he strolls through various profiles of potential interests. Some are more subtle in their approaches, and some are more obvious. He keeps strolling until he stops on one profile, _pinklovergirl.
Interesting. He reads through your profile and decides that he likes what he sees. He clicks on the button to message you. He sends a simple “Hi.”
He can see from the green dot that you’re active. He waits to get a response from you.
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You’re pacing.
In fact, you’re pacing so much in the living room that you accidentally run into the table. A small pain shoots up your leg from where you’ve bumped it, and you move to sit on the couch. Once you sit down, you move the phone closer to yourself.
You can see that Silverfox45 is still very much active and waiting for your response. Mentally, you go over a few responses in your head.
‘You’re overthinking this. Just text normal.’ You think to yourself.
You take a deep breath to start typing out your message.
_Pinklovergirl: Hi.
All of that stress for two letters. Immediately, Silverfox45 starts typing his message out to you. As the bubbles flutter on the screen, so do the butterflies in your stomach.
Silverfox45: You know from the amount of time that it took for a response, I was kind of worried that you wouldn’t answer
_Pinklovergirl: lol yeah, I’m sorry about that, I was kind of nervous, and I’ve never actually done anything like this before.
Silverfox45: that’s okay. This is my first time doing something like this.
_Pinklovergirl: If you don’t mind me asking, why did you decide to do this?
Silverfox45: My therapist suggested it.
_Pinklovergirl: Your therapist suggested that you become a sugar daddy?
Silverfox45: Not in those exact words. But he did think it’d be great to focus my energy on less dangerous pursuits
_Pinklovergirl: Nice..so what exactly do those pursuits entail?
Silverfox45: I’m an attending physician at an ER, and I volunteer with the SWAT some days.
_Pinklovergirl: So you’re Batman?
Silverfox45: I guess you can say that, sweetheart. Tell me a little bit about yourself
_Pinklovergirl: Well, I'm not Batman, so no excitement there. I’m a PhD student in forensic psychology
Silverfox45: So Criminal Minds?
_Pinklovergirl: lol kind of, but way fewer psychopaths
For the remainder of the night, you keep texting Silverfox45. He makes you laugh with his witty, sarcastic remarks, but overall, you just enjoy being able to have a conversation with a decent guy.
It’s two weeks later when Silverfox45 finally asks for your phone number. He tells you that he’d prefer to just text you and call you instead of communicating through the app.
You’d built enough surface-level trust with him to give him your number.
The texting continues consistently. You both update each other on your days, and you start to share memes with him, even though he doesn’t know exactly what any of them mean.
Silver Fox 🦊
I know this is out-of-pocket, but can I call you tonight?
Lover girl💕
Of course. I’d love to actually be able to hear your voice & not the voice that I’ve been imagining in my head for weeks
Silver Fox🦊
I’ve been told that I have a great voice. I recall someone saying it’s like I have my bedroom voice on all the time
Lovergirl💕
Sounds really sexy when you put it like that
Silver Fox🦊
I’m glad you think so. I’ve been dying to hear your voice too.🫣
Later that night, when you’ve settled on the couch, you anxiously nibble at your fingers in anticipation of the call. You can’t help the rapid thoughts that flash through your mind. What would his voice sound like? Would it be deep and raspy or high-pitched? Would he like your voice? What if the chemistry wasn’t as good over the phone as it was through text?
Before you can finish ruminating, your phone starts ringing. You can feel the butterflies rolling in your stomach. You feel like you’re about to vomit, but you push the anguish down.
Tapping the green button, you bring the phone up to your ear, “Hello.”
“Hey. You know you sound exactly like I pictured in my head,” He says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
You laugh, “How can you be so sure that you like my voice when I only said one word?”
He chuckles, “You just said more than one word now, and I can confidently say it’s just how I pictured you sounding.”
“Would it be rude if I said you don’t sound like how I pictured?” You questioned.
“Not at all. Though I hope you aren’t disappointed.”
“I’m not. I like your voice,” You said quickly.
The man on the line chuckles, “I’m just teasing you, sweetheart. I hope it’s not too forward, but what’s your name? I think it’d be better to actually call you by your real name instead of Pinklovergirl, even though I do love the name.”
You give him your name, forgoing the last name.
On the other side of town, Jack rolls the syllables of your name around in his mouth. He likes the way that your name sounds. It’s pretty, and he’d be willing to bet all of his money that you’re even prettier.
“I’m Jack. Jack Abbot,” Jack said, fully introducing himself. He understands how, as a woman in this situation, it can feel dangerous communicating like this, so he wants to give you his full name for your own comfort.
“Jack. I like that. Even though I haven’t seen you, I can tell that it fits you.” You reply, which causes Jack to smile.
You both keep talking, and you’re both pleasantly surprised to find that you’ve both been talking for about three hours.
Neither of you gets bored with the conversation. It all just flows naturally like you’ve known each other for ages. Jack learns about your PhD studies and your career aspirations. You don’t ask him many questions about his job, which is actually a relief.
As much as Jack loves what he does, it can be exhausting to be reminded of it and have to talk about it. One of his problems is that he’s too consumed with work. He wants an escape from all of that.
The following days consist of you and Jack planning out phone calls to each other. Since he’s on the night shift, he calls you a lot during your breaks. When he has a designated moment of free time, he goes outside in the ambulance bay to talk to you before you go to sleep.
Jack 🦊
Would it be too forward if I asked for a picture of you? I just really want to put a face to a voice
You
Only if I get a picture of you in return😌
Jack🦊
That can be arranged, sweetheart
“Good Lord. He’s gorgeous,” You said, doing double takes at the picture. How was it possible for a man to look that good in his mid 40s?
You
Okay, but you’re wayyy hotter than the image I created of you.
Jack🦊
Nice to know you’re thinking of me😌
But I do believe I was promised a picture in return
You
*photo attached*
On the other side of town, Jack curses out loud in the apartment. No way he had managed to bag a girl as gorgeous as you. His eyes scan over the picture that you sent, and he memorizes every detail of you in his memory. He finds that he really loves your beautiful smile.
Jack🦊
Jesus, sweetheart.
If I’d known you were this beautiful, I would’ve called you sooner.
I wanna see you..whether that’s FaceTime or in person. Whatever you’re comfortable with, honey
You nibble on your lips. So far, Jack had proven himself to be trustworthy. He hadn’t made you feel uncomfortable. Usually, most guys would immediately jump into sending sexual text messages early, but Jack had been rather tame in his texts and calls to you.
Plus, he wouldn’t have given you his real name if he were some kind of crazy maniac. You had done a thorough sweep across the internet to find out more about Jack Abbot. So far, your results have yielded that he was a well-respected doctor.
You had also found his Facebook page, which he occasionally posted on, but those were usually just posts about basketball, fishing, or the occasional outing with his friend, Robby.
You
Let’s do it. I’m excited to meet you🙂↔️
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“I don’t know Sash. Do you think this is too much?” You said, looking in the mirror at yourself.
You had told your best friend, Sasha, all about your little sugar daddy predicament, along with your planned meeting with Jack today. On Sasha’s end, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised by your impulsive decision-making when it came to signing up for the site and meeting Jack. Usually, you were the more level-headed one out of the two of you. However, she couldn’t help but be excited at the prospect of you letting loose and having fun.
“Girl, you look good, and I say that as a lesbian,” She said, giving you a thumbs up in the mirror.
You had decided to go for a casual sundress, along with sandals for the occasion. Your boho braids were pulled up, and honestly, you looked really good. You could only hope that Jack thought the same.
Sasha stands up from the bed and comes to stand in front of you. She gives you a once-over, “Seriously, you look amazing. He’s gonna be ready to buy you all the Tiffany and Chanel once he sees you. Now, show me the picture of him again.”
You grab your phone and pull up one of the pictures that Jack had sent you. Sasha whistles at the picture, “Dang, that’s a nice looking white man. He looks like he got a rich laugh.”
You chuckle at the statement.
Jack definitely gave off the vibes that he had money to blow. After checking your outfit one last time, you and Sasha check your locations on each other’s phones. You grab your purses, lip gloss, and keys before exiting your apartment. Jack had picked out a local coffee shop for your first meeting, which you appreciated.
Parking your car across the street, you get out and start walking across the street. When you walk into the coffee shop, your eyes filter across the shop until you stop on the back of Jack’s head. You had spent enough time admiring his picture to recognize those greying curls.
For a moment, you swallow nervously as the ball of nerves settles in your stomach. He’s not looking so technically; you could make a run for it and come up with some lame excuse. However, fate is definitely not on your side. Just as you’re plotting your escape, Jack turns his head and looks in your direction. He gives you a soft smile that honestly makes you weak in the knees.
You finally begin to move your legs in the direction of the table that he had claimed. Jack stands and moves to pull your chair out for you. You slide into the chair while giving him a soft “thank you.” He sits back down in his own chair. For a few seconds, you and Jack just stare at each other. It’s as if you both need a moment to process the fact that you’re both actually here. After weeks of texting and calling each other, the meeting between Pinklovergirl and Silverfox45 was official. Now, it was simply you and Jack Abbot–in the real world.
This was the man who had decided that he wanted to be your sugar daddy.
In person, you have to admit Jack is way more handsome than his pictures give him credit for. You can only imagine how hard it must be for everyone in the hospital with Jack walking around looking like that. Quite frankly, you wouldn’t mind getting hurt more often if it meant that you got to see Jack in his sexy scrubs, assessing your injuries.
“You’re even more gorgeous in person, but that doesn’t surprise me,” Jack said, finally breaking the silence between you.
A shy smile crosses your face, “Thank you. But I really have to say, I’m digging the silver curls.”
Feeling bold, you reach across the table to feel Jack’s hair. He leans in closer to your touch and watches as you admire him. Your eyes meet his, “Your curls are amazing. What are you using on them?”
Jack almost whines at the loss of your hand touching him. He shrugs, “Nothing special really. Just a good shampoo and conditioner.”
You smile, “You should let me define them one day for you.”
He thinks over the possibility of you standing close to him, hands running through his hair, and your body pressed against his. He likes the thought a lot…
“I’d really like that,” Jack replies. His eyes look over to the counter, “Come on, let me buy you a drink.” You follow behind Jack as you both stand in front of the counter. Jack moves to stand closer to you and leans over to whisper in your ear, “Don’t worry about any prices. Just get what you want, okay?”
He almost bites his lip at the shy look that you give him, but you nod nonetheless.
The barista comes to the counter to take your and Jack’s orders. He looks at you first to order. You order a caramel macchiato while Jack orders a black coffee with sugar and creamer. You’re surprised when he points to the glass container and tells the barista to add a chocolate croissant to the order. He smiles down at you, “It’s early. I know you haven’t eaten yet.”
The girl tells Jack the total, and he taps his card. Once you’ve acquired your order, you and Jack sit across the table from each other again. You casually sip at your coffee while nibbling on the chocolate croissant. You offer Jack a piece to which he politely declines.
For the next few minutes, you both make idle conversation about your week. It’s a certain point that the conversation shifts to the obvious elephant in the room–the sugar daddy elephant.
“I guess we should start ironing out the details there. Just to make sure that there’s a clear understanding between you and me. You can start first. Tell me how I can help you out, honey,” He said, folding his arms across his chest.
You can’t help but start to ogle his arms as the shirt stretches across his biceps. When your eyes finally meet his, you find him smiling smugly. Jack’s happy to know that you find him just as attractive as he finds you.
“Well…I’m not quite sure where to start. I guess I just need help with things like bills and stuff like that,” You answer. Truthfully, yes, you did need help with things like your bills, but you also wanted to be spoiled in nice dresses, jewelry, and the occasional fancy dinner. But growing up, your mother had always instilled the lesson of never asking others for their money, no matter how much you needed it. The thought of asking someone for money physically made you sick to your stomach.
From his side of the table, Jack knows that this isn’t all you want to say, but he can tell that you’re holding back. He decides to take it a step further to help you out, “Hmm…just bills? I can definitely help you out with those, sweetheart, but I think that you should be getting a little more out of this. So here’s what I’ll propose. I’ll buy you whatever you want. I’ll even add you as an authorized user on one of my credit cards. That way, you can buy what you need without waiting on me.”
Your eyes widen in surprise.
Jack smirks, “Does that sound okay to you?”
“Yeah, it actually sounds too good to be true. What would you be getting in return?” You question, quirking an eyebrow.
“Just your time, honey. I want you to keep me company. Just casual dates and outings whenever you’re free. In return, you can have whatever you want from me,” He answers.
“And…you wouldn’t be expecting anything else?”
Jack can hear the edge of hesitation in your voice. He knows how these types of relationships typically work out. He shakes his head, “No, there’s no expectation for any of that. You set the grounds for this. I won’t do anything that makes you feel unsafe in any way. I’ll only touch you when you explicitly state that you want me to.”
Once again, your eyes zone in on his biceps, and you can’t help but begin to look at his veiny, freckled hands. You can’t help but imagine what his hands would look like around your neck as he held you down. Under the table, you clench your thighs at the image.
“Okay, all of that sounds fine. Thank you, Jack.”
Jack loves hearing the sound of his name leaving your lips. He wants to hear it more and more.
“No, thank you, sweetheart. You’re actually doing me a huge favor.”
You smile at each other and continue the rest of your coffee date. Jack ushers you out of the coffee shop, and you both continue walking down the sidewalk. He gently grabs your arm to stop you from walking. “Come on, let’s go get you some books,” He said, pointing at the bookstore.
You give him another surprised look, to which he laughs. “Don’t be surprised, honey. You told me that you liked reading. Wouldn’t want your passion to fade away.” With that, you both walk into the bookstore. Jack can still see your hesitation about picking out any books. He watches you pick up a book, skim over the synopsis, before putting it back.
He chuckles a little to himself. He’ll definitely have to break that habit out of you.
He turns you to face him and maintains eye contact, “Listen, and I really want you to hear me, honey. You don’t have to be afraid of spending my money. I want you to. That’s our agreement. Anything in this store that you want is all yours. Just trust me to take care of you, okay?”
Your breath hitches in your chest. You nod shyly.
“I need you to say you understand, sweetheart.”
You gulp at the low raspiness of his voice, “I understand.”
He nods his head, “Good girl. Now let’s get you some books. I’ll hold all of the ones that you want.”
You and Jack move through the store, with you now openly picking up all the books from your wishlist. You almost squeal in excitement when Jack even points out that you can get the hardcover books, too.
‘Oh, he got money,’ You think to yourself.
When you and Jack get to the counter, he places all of your books down. The sales assistant rings all of the books up and gives a glance between you and Jack.
“Your total is $260.83,” She said, looking between you and Jack.
Jack moves his card to the reader and taps it. A ding sounds out as the transaction goes through. The sales assistant hands Jack the receipt while shooting you an impressed look. Making your way out of the bookstore, Jack walks you back to your car. He places your bag from the bookstore in the back seat.
When he turns back to you, he’s surprised by you throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him, but he quickly recovers. His arms wrap around your waist as he presses you closer to his body. He can’t help but think about how much he likes having your body pressed against his.
“Thank you,” You whipser into his ear.
“Anytime, babydoll. I had fun with you today,” Jack states.
A huge smile crosses your face, “I had fun with you, too.”
“I’ll call you so we can plan another date. In the meantime, I want you to send me a list of all of your current bills, so we can work out a consistent schedule.” Jack said, stepping closer to you.
Your sweet, innocent eyes connect with his, and you hold eye contact. “Okay, I’ll FaceTime you so that we can go over it together.”
“Also, before I forget, I’m gonna be sending money to your account, and I’ll let you know when I have the extra credit card for you,” He explains. The entire time, you just nod your head like a little puppy. Jack smiles. He knows that this isn’t going to be an interesting experience for both of you.
“Okay. Thank you again, Jack.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart, but this is only the beginning. Text me when you make it home.”
He opens your car door for you and watches as you drive away.
In your car, you’re still trying to process the entire situation. You officially have a sugar daddy, and not only that–you have a super sexy silver fox sugar daddy. You make it home and plop down on the couch. You text Sasha to let her know that you made it home. You shoot a quick text to Jack, letting him know that you’ve made it.
Your phone buzzes in your hands.
You open up the notification.
Jack Abbot has sent you $800.00.
Your phone buzzes again. This time with a text from Jack.
Jack🦊
Just for you, pretty girl.
I can’t wait to see you again.♥️
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Truthfully, Jack doesn’t wait too long to see you. He’s practically craving the next time that he can be in your presence. The conversations between the two of you stay consistent.
Even when he’s on his shift, he still keeps the communication strong. He had even bit the bullet and bought AirPods so that he could talk to you while he was in the break room. Shen and Ellis give him a confused stare when they see him sitting at the table talking on the phone.
“Alright, I’ll talk to you later, pretty girl. Get some sleep,” Jack said to you. He chuckles at something that you say before ending the call.
He finds Ellis staring at him. “Everything okay, boss?”
He nods and gives him a similar look of confusion. “Yeah, everything’s great. Why?”
“Well, you rarely come into the break room and,” she pauses to point at the AirPods. “I didn’t think you knew what AirPods were. I took you for more of an earphones with the cord guy.”
Jack rolls his eyes, “Look I’m old, but I’m not that old. I just figured I’d give them a try and I really like them.”
Ellis holds her hands up in defense, “Whatever you say boss man. I’ll leave you to it.”
When she exits the break room, Shen appears next to her and falls in line as they walk down the hallway.
Shen takes a sip from his Dunkin, “Soo…spill the tea. Did he say anything?”
Ellis shakes her head, “Nope, but there’s a girl in the picture for sure. He called her ‘pretty girl’ at the end of the call.”
Shen places a hand to his chest and lets out a gasp. “Pretty girl? That’s practically foreplay for Jack. Do you think it’s Mohan?”
“Could be. We gotta get in with day shift on those bets,” Ellis suggests, to which Shen nods.
The following week, Jack suggests a date for the two of you. He tells you that there’s a new restaurant that he’s been wanting to try and he wants you to come with him.
Naturally, Sasha comes over to help you get ready. Also, she wants to see Jack in person.
“Can you make sure that my dress is okay at the back?” Sasha stands and gently shifts your dress while smoothing out any wrinkles.
You spritz a little perfume around yourself while making sure that your braids are okay.
A knock sounds out from the front door and Sasha smiles mischievously.
“Looks like your man is right on time,” She comments.
You both walk into the living room, and you open the door for Jack. You almost faint at the sight of the man dressed up and looking like he just stepped out of GQ.
In comparison, Jack trails his eyes over your figure. He doesn’t hide it for a second that he’s blatantly checking you out.
“Hi,” You said, shifting on your feet.
“Hi. You look stunning, honey,” Jack replies, stepping closer to you.
He hands you a bouquet of flowers. Sasha gently clears her throat. You chuckle and turn to face her. “Jack, this is my best friend, Sasha. Sash, this is Jack.”
Jack smiles politely and reaches a hand out, “Nice to meet you, Sasha.”
“Nice to meet you, Jack. I’ve heard great things about you. Are you gonna take care of my girl, tonight?” Sasha probes, lifting a perfectly arched eyebrow.
She had also been overprotective when it came to you.
Jack nods, “I’m gonna take care of her with my life. Scout’s honor.”
Sasha chuckles, “I’ll hold you to it. Now, you two kids get out of here and go have fun.”
She grabs the bouquet from your hand. She gives you a thumbs up before ushering you out the door.
Once at the restaurant, Jack ushers you inside with a hand on your back. You can’t control the shivers that arise at his touch. The hostess guides you and Jack to your table while placing menus on the table.
Your eyes widen at the prices on the menu, which Jack immediately clocks. “I can see your pretty head overthinking. Remember what I said, anything you want.”
You nod in response.
When the waiter comes to the table, Jack orders the wine for you. You both place your respective orders.
Jack takes a sip from his drink while looking at you, “So forensic psychology. That means that you’re good with profiling, correct?”
You nod, “Yeah, I have some proficiency in it.”
“So do me. Tell me something that you notice.”
You smile, “Well for starters, you always arrive on time, if not a little early. You sit straight and you never slouch. Also, you always hold eye contact when you’re talking to others. To me, that indicates some form of military involvement. It’s a special kind of discipline that you can’t forget.”
A low whistle leaves Jack’s mouth as he laughs, “That was good. Really good. You’re spot on with your observation.”
“It’s a neat party trick, and also, a great tool for relationships,” You said, sipping on your own drink.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you in a relationship.”
You shrug, “I’ve been really focused on school and trying to be responsible. It just doesn’t leave room for relationships. Also, a lot of the guys that I’ve encountered are too stuck on red pill content.”
Jack shakes his head, “Their loss, really. Gorgeous and smart woman like you deserves to be treated like a princess.”
“And how do you know that I deserve that?”
Jack sips from his drink, “I’m also very observant, baby doll. I can tell that you have siblings. You give off eldest daughter to the max. I’m guessing that you grew up taking care of everyone else, so there was never any room for you to ask for help. And even when you wanted to ask for help, you always stopped yourself because you didn’t want to feel like a burden to others. You’re used to having to be okay for everyone else instead of putting yourself first.”
Your jaw drops at how he had just read you down. Jack smirks, “Am I correct in my analysis, babydoll?”
You roll your eyes teasingly, “I plead the fifth.”
He chuckles in response. Soon, your food arrives at the table. By dessert, Jack is reaching inside his pocket. He pulls out a red velvet box.
“Hold out your wrist for me, baby doll.”
You hold you your wrist. Jack opens the box and you gasp at the beautiful diamond bracelet inside the box. Jack removes the bracelet and clasps it around your wrist, Your skins feels like it’s on fire with him touching and wrapping the jewelry around your wrist.
Jack subtly turns your wrist and hums in appreciation, “It looks good on you. I saw it while I was shopping online and figured you would like it.”
“I love it! Thank you, daddy,” You said, flashing Jack a sugary smile.
He smiles at the sudden name. He likes hearing you say it. In fact, his mind goes to other situations that are involve you with far less clothes, whimpering the name as he overstimulates you.
Honestly, you were testing the word as somewhat of a theory. You had seen many other women comment that their sugar daddies loved to be called “daddy,” so you figured you’d try it on Jack. However, you liked saying the word even more as the pleased look crosses his face.
“You’re welcome, baby doll.”
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From that point on, your little arrangement with Jack continues flawlessly. He pays for your rent and other bills, while spoiling you with other gifts. If you want your nails paid for, consider it done. Just let him pick the color or design.
The baby doll nickname permanently sticks. You’re now his pretty baby doll, while he’s daddy to you. It’s not in a weird way where Jack infantilizes you, but in a way that signifies that he looks after you and you don’t have to worry your pretty head about anything.
For the first time, you can look in your bank account without anxiety filling your body. This is probably the first time in your life where you felt that you could sit back and relax without having to worry yourself.
Jack gives you your very own credit card, which is an extension of his. Initially, you only use it for your essentials, such as groceries or toiletries, but Jack shuts that down quickly.
He reminds you that he wants you to spend the card on whatever you want. Besides, he has way more money than he knows what to do with. A couple of thousand is the least of the worries when it comes to spoiling you.
In fact, Jack discovers something about himself. He loves taking care of you. Something else he discovers. He loves dressing you up and adorning you in pretty jewelry and clothing. The nickname, baby doll, takes on a whole new meaning for him.
You prop your phone up with Jack on FaceTime.
“Are you free next week, sweet girl?”
You nod, “Yeah, I don’t have any plans. Why?”
“Well, we’re having this benefit gala for the hospital, which is basically another way of Gloria trying to seduce donors to give money over to the hospital. These things can be unbelievably boring, so it’d be nice to have a date there,” Jack explains.
You smile, “Are you asking me to be your date, daddy?”
“Yeah I am, baby doll. I want to have my gorgeous girl by the side. You’re way prettier to look at than Robby,” He said, chuckling lowly.
“And you’re okay with your co-workers seeing me there with you?” It wasn’t like you and Jack necessarily had a conventional relationship. What would he even say when it was time to introduce you? ‘Oh hey guys, this is my sugar baby.’
You bite nervously at your lip, which Jack notices. “Hey, don’t worry yourself over it. If they ask, you’re my girl. That’s it, which is true. You are my girl. Just because our arrangement isn’t typical, that doesn’t make it any less special.”
Jack’s heart warms at the sight of the bright smile returning to your face. He solidifies in his mind that he’d do anything to keep that smile on your face.
“I’ll go with you,” You reply, but then a pout appears on your lips, “I don’t have anything to wear.”
Jack chuckle, “Baby doll, I’m taking you shopping tomorrow.”
You nod, “Okay, daddy, I can’t wait.”
The next day, Jack picks you up to take you to the mall to procure a dress. From the elegance alone, you can tell that the store is on the more upscale side.
A saleswoman walks up to you and Jack, “Hello, my name is Heather. How can I assist you today?”
“Yes, we’re looking for a dress for my baby doll here for a gala that we’re going to. Whatever she wants, no limit.”
Heather gives Jack an impressed look before smiling at you, “Alright, honey. Let’s find you a dress.” She points at Jack, “You can take a seat over there. I’ll bring her out to show each dress.”
Jack nods and sits on the couch.
After a few minutes, you come out of the dressing room wearing a black strapless dress. Admittedly, you look very gorgeous.
You turn to face the mirror. You can see Jack in the reflection of the mirror. “What do you think of this one, honey?”
“It’s nice, but it’s not calling out to me as much.” You said, turning to face him.
He nods, “Okay, well I’m not in a rush. We’ll stay until you find the one that you like.”
The trip continues with you trying on more and more beautiful dresses. They’re all beautiful, but they’re missing that wow factor. You really wanted to make a good impression on Jack’s coworkers.
Heather walks back in the dressing room with a navy blue dress, “Your husband asked me to let you try this one on. He said that he thinks that it would complement your skin.”
You don’t even get to correct her on the statement before she’s leaving the dressing room. You slide the dress up your body and instantly, you like the feel of it.
You walk out of the dressing room and take a look in the mirror. You look stunning. Jack smiles, “I think we found our winner.”
Heather stand off to the side, nodding in approval. Jack looks in her direction, “Hey Heather, can we see the diamond necklace with the blue pendent? I think it would be perfect for this dress.”
Heather walks off to grab the necklace. When she comes back, she places the necklace in Jack’s hands. He walks up to you and stands behind you. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his body against yours.
Jack’s hands come in front of you and chills appear on your skin as he clasps the necklace around your neck. He leans down and catches your eyes in the mirror, “There, perfect. You look beautiful, babydoll.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” You whisper back.
He smirks before looking back, “We’ll take the dress and necklace, Heather.”
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The benefit gala rolls around quicker than you anticipate. The nerves are present in your stomach as Sasha helps you to get ready. You had take your braids down earlier in the week, and Sasha had straightened your hair to complement your dress.
Sasha steps back after applying the finishing touches to your makeup, “You look good sis. It’s giving Pretty Woman for real.”
You think back to the origins of your and Jack’s relationship. It really was a real life pretty woman situation, with the exception of the sex work.
On the topic of sex, you had been feening for Jack to touch you. There’d been so many times where you wanted to feel his lips pressed against yours, or even have his hands on you. Whenever you and Jack went out, he always had a possessive arm around your waist.
You liked the idea that he wanted to make it clear that you were his.
As usual, a knock sounds from the front door, and Sasha goes to answer it. She smirks at seeing Jack stand there, “Well, don’t you clean up nice, Richard Gere.”
Jack chuckles, “Nice to see you as well, Sasha. How’s everything going?”
Sasha shrugs, “Can’t complain. I’m mostly keeping the ladies on their toes. You taking care of my girl?”
She and Jack take a seat across from each other. Jack leans back and crosses his arms, “Don’t you mean my girl?”
Sasha laughs, “Possessive already. Don’t forget who she was sleeping next to before you, Abbot.”
“I won’t. But don’t forget who’s been putting her in diamonds.”
At this, Sasha laughs loudly. “Alright, playboy, you got me there. But seriously, I’m happy she has you. I can tell that you make her happy.”
“She makes me happy too,” Jack responds.
Soft clicks from your heels alert Jack and Sasha to your presence. Jack stands and he can feel his heart hammering in his chest at the sight of you. You look like you stepped out of an Old Hollywood set.
From her spot on the couch, Sasha watches Jack’s reaction to you the entire time. She sees the way that the man looks at you like you’re the beginning and end of the world. It warms her heart to know that you have someone that’s passionate about taking care of you.
She wouldn’t be surprised if you and Jack’s little arrangement turns into an actual relationship.
Jack crosses the room to meet you halfway. “Babydoll….you look beautiful.”
You smile, “Thank you. You clean up pretty nice yourself. I think I may like the sight of you in a tux.” Your fingers come up to play with his tie.
“Guess I have to dress up a lot more then.” Jack replies, eyes still scanning up and down your figure. After grabbing your purse and saying goodbye to Sasha, Jack ushers you outside to his car.
Throughout the drive, he notices you playing with your fingers. He reaches over to intertwine his with yours. “Relax, they’re gonna love you. I’ll be with you the entire night.”
He gives you a reassuring smile, which you return. Soon, Jack is pulling into the parking lot. He helps you out of the truck and you both walk towards the venue. Jack wraps a protective arm around your waist while guiding you.
Inside, there’s a lot of people and they all reek of money to spend. You’re hyper aware of the amount of eyes that gravitate towards you and Jack.
He navigates you towards a group of people, who all fail to the hide the fact that they’re blatantly staring at you and Jack.
“Jack, good to you, brother,” A taller brunette man say, pulling Jack into a hug and clapping him on the back.
“Nice to see you too, man,” Jack responds.
From the pictures around Jack’s house and on his Facebook, you recognize the man as Robby.
Robby’s eyes turn to you, “And who is this?”
Jack turns to you with a soft smile, “This is my girl.” He says your name at the end of the sentence.
Robby smiles gently at you, but you can see the questions swirling through his mind, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Robby, I work with Jack.”
You smile, “It’s nice to meet you. Jack talks about you a lot.”
“Does he? Well, he failed to mention you to me, and I’m his best friend.”
You wince slightly at the statement. You suppose that Robby doesn’t mean for it to come out that way, but the sentence does remind you of your current predicament with Jack. Technically, he’s paying you to be here.
The thought makes your stomach feel queasy.
Jack wraps his arm around you and presses you closer to his body, “You know how I value you my privacy. We all know you can’t hold water to save your life, so I wanted to keep my relationship with my girl to us.”
Robby laughs and shakes his head, “You’re right. My bad.”
The rest of the group filters in to find out who you are. You meet Dana, Shen, Ellis, and some of the residents. You get pulled into a conversations with the residents who start probing into your personal life.
“Alright, that’s enough of that peanut gallery,” Jack said, guiding you in the direction of the table.
You’re seated next to Jack and Langdon, who reminds you of a real life Ken Doll. Everyone turns their attention to you.
“So what is that you do?” Robby questions.
“I’m getting my doctorates in forensic psychology. I work in a law firm, along with conducting research on the side,” You explain.
The entire table seems impressed.
“And how’d you meet, Jackie boy here?” Dana asks, gazing jumping between you and Jack.
Jack speaks up, “We met on a dating app. I shot my shot at her as you kids like to say.”
Everyone seems highly surprised at Jack Abbot of all people on a dating app.
Shen chuckles, “Jack you know how to work a dating app. It’s gonna start hailing outside.”
Jack rolls his eyes, but chuckles nonetheless at the joke. Everyone decides to lay off questioning you, but you can see all of the questions and theories flowing through their eyes.
Jack makes conversation with Robby, but keeps his hand connected with yours under the table.
Langdon gives you a flirty look and smiles at you, “Forensic psychology? What made you go into that field?”
You shrug, “The short answer is that I wanted to advocate for people that look like me.”
He nods, “That’s good. I’m sure you’re gonna made a difference.” He looks down at your necklace, “That’s a pretty necklace. Must’ve cost you a fortune.”
You laugh lightly, “Jack got it for me.”
Langdon gives you a surprised look before steeling his expression. “Doesn’t surprise me. Pretty girl like you deserves all the diamonds that money can buy.”
You chuckle softly. Jack can hear the conversation going on between you and Langdon. He’s tempted to take Langdon outside and punch him out, but he reminds himself to stay professional.
You feel Jack’s hand shift until it comes to rest on your thigh and squeezes. Your breath hitches. By now, Langdon has turned to talk to Mel. Jack leans over to whisper in your ear, “You having fun?”
You nod, “Yeah, it’s nice. But only because I’m with you.”
Jack smiles, “I’m glad you’re here too, baby. I couldn’t get through this without you. I gotta admit, it’s a little tough seeing that everyone can’t take their eyes off you.”
His hand moves closer to the slit in your dress and grasps your bare thigh in his hand. His hand moves higher until he stops, “Is this okay?”
You bite your lip and nod at him. He smirks, “You know I need words from you, babydoll.”
“It’s okay, daddy.”
“Good,” Jack said, fingers ghosting closer to your lacey panties. You and Jack are pulled out of the moment by Shen calling Jack’s name. You lock eyes with Ellis, who gives you a sly smirk. She mostly definitely caught the moment between you and Jack.
After more teasing from Jack and listening to speeches, the gallery is officially over. You say your goodbyes to Jack’s coworkers as you exit the venue. Jack drives back to your apartment and parks his truck.
“Do you want to come up for a while?” You ask, wide eyes meeting Jack’s. He smiles, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Inside your apartment, you immediately plop down on the couch and reach for your heels. Jack halts your movements before pulling your feet into his lap. Gently, he removes the heels from your feet before massaging at your sore heels.
Your eyes roll back at feeling Jack pressing on your feet. You can’t help the small moan that leaves your lips.
While massaging your feet, Jack begins to trail his fingers up your legs, “You know I saw you and Frank talking at the gala.”
You hear the rough edge in his voice, “We were just talking.”
Jack’s eye meet yours and your thighs clench at the heated look there, “I didn’t like it.”
“You don’t need to get jealous. I’m all yours, daddy.”
For a moment, Jack stares at you. You feel like a lamb waiting to be eaten. “Can I touch you?”
You nod before moving to seat yourself in his lap. You’re thankful for the slit in that dress that makes the action easier. Tentatively, Jack trails his fingers over your sides like he can’t believe that’s he’s finally touching you. His eyes look up at you, “You’re so beautiful, honey.”
His hands find the back of your neck before he pulls you down into a heated kiss. You melt into the kiss as you feel Jack’s soft lips against yours. You gasp as he pulls you down into his lap to where your panties are directly pressed against his bulge.
Jack uses the moment to slide his tongue in your mouth. For the next few minutes, you both sit on the couch dry humping and tonguing each other down. You can’t remember the last time that you had a proper makeout session, and Jack is far surpassing any of your expectations.
He pulls back, “Let’s go to your room.”
You nod and lead the man into your bedroom. Inside the bedroom, you and Jack stand in front of your bed. He turns your body and walks up behind you. Jack pulls you closer and his hands find the zipper of your dress. The sound of the zipper moving down fills the room as the chill hits your skin. The silk dress pools at your feet and you’re left standing in your strapless bra and panties in front of Jack.
He presses his body against yours before a rough hand finds encloses around your throat. He guides your head to connect his lips back to yours. Jack pulls me back, “You were so good tonight and so beautiful. I think that warrants a reward for you. What do you want from me, babydoll?”
“I want you to touch me, daddy.”
Jack smirks, “I’m already touching you, baby. Be more specific for daddy.”
You take his other hand and guide it to your wet panties. Jack breaths deeply, “Yeah? You want me to touch you here, pretty girl? You wanna feel my fingers deep inside you?”
“Yes, please.”
Jack turns you to face him. His intense gaze feels all-consuming. Your hands go to the bra, which you unclasp. The material falls to the ground as Jack drinks in the sight of your breasts. He lowers his head and places gentle kisses to your skin. He laps at your nipples before sucking one in his mouth.
You moan as his tongue twirls around your nipple. Your panties are becoming wetter and wetter by the second. Jack switches to the other side to repeat the movement.
When he pulls back, he guides you to lie down on the bed. Jack kisses down your stomach before ghosting over your mound. He presses his face to your panties and mouths at the material. He moves lower to lick at your covered lips. His eyes lock with yours, “You taste good already baby, but I need more.”
Jack grabs the sides of your underwear and pulls the material down your thighs. He stands and throws his suit jacket across the room. He kneels between your spread thighs again. Jack licks a long stripe up your center.
Much to your surprise, he moans loudly.
“You taste so good, baby.” His tongue finds your entrance where he collects more of your juices on his tongue. You moan and roll your hips into Jack’s mouth. In response, he slurps on you even more. Jack pushes your legs up to your chest and locks eyes with you, “Hold your legs for me, baby.”
You oblige and Jack attaches his lips to your clit. You genuinely go cross-eyed at the feeling of his lip suctioning around your pearl. Two of Jack’s fingers slide inside you while he continues to lap at your clit.
He knows you’re close by the way that your thighs are shaking. He gives you small kitten licks, “I know you’re close, sweetheart. Cum for me.”
He goes back to slurping at you. Your back arches from the bed as your orgasm hits. Jack continues eating you out as you lie on the bed. Your tear-filled eyes meet his in disbelief. You watch as he collects your juices in his mouth before spitting back on your center and slurping it back up.
Yep, you had officially won the lottery for freaky old men.
You start whimpering at the overstimulation, and Jack moves his head back, but not before pressing a lingering kiss on your sensitive clit. His face is all shiny with your juices, and he looks far from done with you.
Jack kisses up your body before connecting his mouth with yours. Your fingers go to his shirt, where you practically rip the buttons apart. Jack chuckles, “You need me that bad?”
You nod with a pout, “I need you so bad.”
Jack obliges and helps you to take his shirt off. Your mouth waters at the sight of Jack’s naked, freckled chest. You have the distinct craving to bite him. Your fingers go to Jack’s belt before he stops you.
He looks almost boyish with how he stands there, “Before we go any further, I just have to tell you something. You were right about the army thing, but that’s not all. I have a prosthetic. It was a mission gone wrong—not that I want to get into all of the details, but I wanted to let you know before we go any further.”
He slides his pant leg up so that you can see the metal. He looks at you and waits for a reaction.
“Thank you for sharing that with me, Jack. I hope you don’t think that makes you less attractive to me. Would it be easier if I ride you?”
Jack is genuinely left speechless by you. He laughs before nodding, “If that’s what you wanna do, then we can.”
You shake your head, “Yes, please, I’ve been thinking about riding you for weeks.” You move to start helping Jack with taking off his pants and underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock slapping against his stomach. You can already tell you’re going to be well satisfied tonight. Jack sits beside you, and you watch carefully as he removes the prosthetic. You mentally save the process for future use. Jack lies down at the top of your bed, while you straddle his thighs.
“I didn’t bring anything with me,” Jack said.
“I’m okay with it if you are. I’m clean, and I have an IUD.” You explain.
Jack is distracted by the way that you’re sliding your wetness across his cock. You moan lightly at the feel of his tip brushing against your clit. You lift and point the tip at your entrance. Jack lets out a deep breath when you lower yourself, but then you move back up. His panicked eyes meet yours, “You didn’t give me an answer. I need words, Daddy.”
“I’m okay with it, baby. I need to feel you.”
You and Jack both moan in unison as you slide down completely. Your walls clench around Jack to accommodate how big he is. You lean down to kiss Jack and moan against his lips. He lets out a groan of his own, “I know, baby. You feel so good.”
You move to sit up and start lifting yourself up and down on Jack’s cock. The more that you move, the wetter you get. Jack watches in amazement as you throw your head back and continue to move your hips along his. There’s nothing sexier in his life that he’s ever seen. What makes the moment even more erotic is the sight of the diamond necklace shifting along your neck.
Jack reaches out to place his hand around your neck, “My pretty girl and her pretty diamonds. You like being my babydoll, huh? You like it when Daddy takes care of you and buys you pretty dresses and jewelry.” Your rhythm falters at the words as you start whimpering.
Jack grasps your hips in his hands and starts thrusting into you from below. The growing knot tightens in your stomach, and you lean down, helpless against Jack’s thrusts. His hands find the sides of your face where he directs your eyes to his, “My poor baby, you like it when Daddy uses you like this? I’ll give you anything that you want in the world, Princess. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
It’s a combination of the words and his deep thrusts, but your release hits you like a freight train. Jack groans at the feeling of your warm walls clenching tightly around you. Without warning, he releases inside you. You shiver at the feeling of his warm cum spurting inside you. You don’t even realize that you’re shaking and crying until Jack runs a soothing hand down your back.
His fingers gently swipe at your tears.
“You okay, baby? Did I hurt you?” Jack asks, worry filling his tone.
You shake your head and continue to sniffle against his chest. Jack doesn’t say anything; he continues to hold your body and whispers soft words of affirmation to you. Finally, you stop crying and snuggle closer to his chest.
“I’m sorry.”
Jack shakes his head, “Babydoll, you don’t ever have to be sorry for crying around me. Now, do you wanna explain what’s wrong?”
“It wasn’t anything that you did. It’s just I’ve never had anyone to take care of me before. Not like you have. If I’m being honest, these past few months have been tough, especially doing it on my own, so you saying that you want to take care of me…I guess it just really hit me in that moment. I’ve always had to be the one taking care of everyone else.”
Jack nods. His expression softens as he looks at you, “I’m sorry that no one’s ever taken care of you, sweet girl, but I promise that I will. I meant it when I said that I wanted to take care of you. You don’t have to worry about any of that now that I’m here.”
“Thank you, Jack.” You said, smiling at him.
He connects his lips to yours, “You’re welcome, baby doll.”
Suddenly, you start laughing, and Jack gives you another confused look, “What’s so funny?”
“I literally started crying and pouring my heart out to you while you’re still inside me. I mean, your cum is literally leaking out of me,” You said, giggling against his chest.
Jack looks down and laughs, “We make quite the pair, don’t we, babydoll?”
You nod. For a few moments, you continue lying on Jack’s chest when your stomach growls. He smirks, “On that note, how about I order takeout for us? You have anything in mind?”
summary: You left Erik once, and he goes above and beyond to ensure that doesn't happen again.
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The sound of the ocean waves—something that took a lot of getting used to at first—were now the driving force behind your calm moods these days. Another nightmare had forced you to wake up drenched in sweat, and the only reason you’d been able to slow your breathing was because of the familiar whoosh of ocean water outside of your window.
You didn’t grow up by the water—wasn’t raised anywhere near it—and that sound quickly reminded you that you were far away from home, far away from anywhere familiar, and it filled you with relief. You now spent your days somewhere you would’ve once never considered living, and that was good because it meant no one from your former life would consider it a place for you to live either.
…and they wouldn’t come looking.
You watched the tea kettle heat up with your back pressed to the counter, arms crossed over your chest. Your satin robe stuck to your skin from the thin layer of sweat that still clung to it. Your heart had long stopped racing, but despite that, goosebumps still littered your arms, and you rubbed your hands up and down them. Despite how safe your mind assured you that you were, your body just refused to agree.
The low lighting in the kitchen was the only warm glow that filled the modest house, and you rubbed your head as you turned to get a mug. When you briefly closed your eyes, dark ones appeared in your mind, and you wondered when—after two years—you’d finally stop conjuring him up.
The face belonging to Erik Stevens was one you hadn’t seen in years, but that name was one you never not thought about. Not only had he been a part of your life for too long to just forget him, but the lasting impact he left made him impossible to ignore. You were literally hiding out in a foreign country under a different name surrounded by people you didn’t know because of that man.
There were days where you cursed yourself for ever getting involved with him—recalling your initial thoughts of him and how he looked like trouble—but Erik had a charm that was hard to resist. With a pretty face framed by locs and gold that winked at you whenever he smiled, he wasn’t the kind of man you’d ever be brave enough to bring home, and you had long reluctantly admitted the part that played in his appeal.
He was kind of dangerous…and you’d liked that.
Until it wasn’t random men on the street he was threatening…but you.
The whistle of the kettle pulled you from your thoughts, and you jumped at the sound. You ignored how your hands shook as you poured yourself a cup of tea, exhaling an uneven breath with thoughts of your ex boyfriend on the brain. You never thought that sleeping with the guy who was just way out of your league would change the trajectory of your life. You thought it’d make for a good story to tell to your friends and maybe even a niece or two one day.
You didn’t think that he’d keep coming back, knocking on your apartment door throughout all hours of the night, that plump bottom lip jutted out as you attempted to put your foot down—something something boundaries and respect and all that jazz. The brown-skinned man would slowly blink at you, silently telling you that he wasn’t hearing a word you were saying. The corner of his lips would quirk up into that haughty smirk—something only worn by a man who knew he was going to get what he wanted—and he’d push himself off of the wall, straightening to his full height.
“So you want me to leave?”
The question never sounded sincere, because it wasn’t, and Erik would look down his nose at you while you shuffled your feet, one hand still on the door as you fought with yourself over whether or not to close it in his face. It was useless though because you never not let him in.
You never not took a step back and watched him stride through your door like he owned the place and you with it. You never not watched him peel his jacket off, your own arms crossed over your chest as you committed to being angry for far longer than you actually were. It made you feel like less of a weak willed woman. That too was useless though because its not like you ever stopped him when he turned to you and pulled you closer.
It did no good pretending to be mad when the night always ended the same way.
Erik with his arms around your waist and you with your legs around his.
He was always gone in the morning, until the day he wasn’t, and you couldn’t find it in you to be upset about him sticking around. You actually kind of liked it, and that had scared you. He wasn’t supposed to be there in the mornings, and you weren’t supposed to be asking him if he wanted anything as you stood by the stove. Erik Stevens was not boyfriend material, and yet…
That’s what he became.
Even now, years later, you still weren’t quite sure how that even happened. You didn’t know how you ended up sharing an apartment and picking things up at the store for him and sinking into the warm scented bath water he’d draw for you. You didn’t know how you ended up obeying whenever he’d look at you with those dark eyes before softly demanding a kiss. You didn’t know how you’d started letting him circle his hand around your neck while he was fucking you, pulling words and promises out of you that you’d never say in any other circumstance.
It was something you still couldn’t make sense of, and you desperately needed to if you ever wanted to prevent it from happening again.
“Erik Stevens isn’t your average man off the street…”
That was what they told you when they sat you down in some room that was too bright only hours after showing up at your doorstep. All of it had been too much information to fully retain, but you’d processed the important parts. Erik was military—a SEAL to be more exact—and not just a SEAL but also the kind of man who occasionally dropped off the face of the earth to take out important people. It was a nice way of calling him an assassin, and you remembered how sick you’d felt sitting in that chair, recalling the feel of running your fingers over every raised abrasion along his skin whenever he had his hands on you.
“Is this some frat thing I just haven’t heard of?” you’d jokingly wondered one day.
Erik had simply turned to look at you, a hint of a smile on his lips and a hidden joke in his gaze.
“Nah,” he’d drawled. “They just represent something important to me. Milestones I guess you could say.”
Your determination to be open minded had you relaxing in the arms of a killer—a proud one who wore the name KIllmonger with no shame.
Even still, you hadn’t understood what any of that had to do with you. At that point, you and Erik had been broken up for months, something that hadn’t been easy for you to do. Not just because some part of you still wanted him at the end, but also because a huge part of you was terrified of him. You hadn’t realized that his anger and possessiveness were low on the list of reasons why you should be afraid of him.
“This man is dangerous…and the way you parted ways was…less than amicable to say the least…”
You still hadn’t put the pieces together.
“...and the U.S Government is unable to locate him.”
Winding up in something akin to witness protection because the U.S Government had lost one of their own best ‘assets’ had not been something you ever saw for yourself. To this day, you wondered why the one questionable guy you took a chance on turned out to be far more than just the average jealous asshole.
As you sipped your tea, you thought about the last time you were with him, the way your voice trembled as you stood up to him, telling him it was over. You rubbed your arm, recalling the tight grip he had on it, his voice cold and clipped as he asked you if you realized what you were saying.
“You wanna leave me?” he’d asked, head dipped and brows raised like he wanted to make sure you knew that was what you wanted to do.
You could see then that he’d wanted to fight you on it—probably wanted to do a whole lot more than that—but no one had been more shocked than you when he simply let you go with a soft “a’ight” before gesturing to the door. Everything you wanted to take had been removed while he was out, and you’d been surprised at how sad you weren’t to glance around at the apartment now empty of your stuff.
That was the last time you’d been face to face with Erik Stevens.
Until now.
When the cup that was once in your hands shattered against the floor, you paid no mind to the slight sting of hot tea and ceramic shards hitting your bare feet. Your attempt to turn and leave the kitchen had been thwarted, a tall and broad figure standing just before you in the entrance. The sight of the shadowy figure made your heart drop and your blood run cold. The only light from the kitchen wasn’t enough to reveal him completely, but you’d always been able to recognize him in the dark.
He enjoyed scaring you.
For the first time in your life, your mind went blank, finally understanding that phrase as your lips parted. No sound came out—from neither you or him—and you were sure that the sight of you two just standing in the dark and staring at each other would’ve been comical if you weren’t terrified out of your mind. The figure finally moved to tilt his head, his only movement as it leaned to the left just a tad, and the angle made the light glint off of his eyes in a way that made your stomach churn.
You were quick to search for the big light.
You sharply inhaled at the sight of him, confirming what you already knew. He looked the same and different all at once. He was still handsome and tall and wore that expression like you were just so silly to him. However, his hair was longer and the bands of muscle that were his arms were thicker, and he stood with an assuredness that you didn’t like, at all. The flashy gold tooth necklace resting on his collarbone caught the light, and your eyes were briefly drawn to it.
You traced it, a frown taking residence on your face as your gaze kept going. The casual clothes you were used to seeing him in were nowhere in sight, and you took note of the dark attire he was wearing and its patterns. He looked nice—regal one might say—and you swallowed, a very bad feeling festering deep in your stomach.
“What? You got nothing to say to me?”
Hearing his voice for the first time in years brought up a whole lot of emotions you’d tried and failed to bury. You were reminded of his voice in your ear as he woke you up in the mornings or even when he was whispering the filthiest of things against your skin as he kissed his way down it. But you also remembered the angry tone of it when he was interrogating you about some guy who’d waved at you or was questioning your feelings for him.
You remembered loving him and craving him…but you also remembered how terrified he made you feel.
At that, you took a step back—almost dazed—and the man before you kissed his teeth.
“You still on that bullshit, huh.”
Those words—filled with so much dismissal and arrogance—finally made you find your voice.
“What are you doing here?” you gasped, your question coming out choked. “How did…?”
When Erik finally moved, half of him was bathed in the shadows from the rest of the house, and the kitchen light hit his eye again in the way it did before. It glinted dangerously, almost like a feline if you didn’t know any better, and you took another step back. Erik followed your movements intensely, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
“How…” he tested the word in his mouth, humming. “How is never as important as why.”
You weren’t amused by whatever he was playing at, and that crooked smile only grew.
“So serious,” he mocked, moving to fold his hands behind his back as he looked you up and down, and you hated the way he swiped his tongue between his lips as he did so. “You’re not glad to see me? Not even a little?”
When you said nothing, you watched him roll his eyes, shaking his head and his locs moved with the action. When his gaze met yours again, all humor had been wiped from his face. His dark eyes were intense as he stared at you, lips pressed together and chest heaving with the deep breath he took. You felt like an insolent child beneath his gaze.
“You know what I’m doing here.”
He was entirely serious, and you didn’t doubt him for a second.
“No…”
“You had to know I was never gone let you just walk away from me like that,” he continued, slowly pacing the kitchen and backing you further into a corner with every step he took.
His words brought tears to your eyes, and in this moment, you hated him. What was the point then? Why did he give you false hope that you were free from him? Was it just to fuck with you? Was it his idea of a sick joke? As if he could read your mind, he elaborated.
“I had some things to do,” he told you. “Some…business to take care of before I came back for you and …”
He shrugged like that explained everything you’d been put through because of him.
“...and now that I got my shit together…got everything I deserved, it’s only right that I come back and get you too.”
A noise of disgust left your throat before you could stop yourself, and Erik didn’t try to stop you as you hurried past him. You didn’t hear him behind you as you made your way to the door, too nervous and fearful to look over your shoulder. However, once you made it to the front door, you realized that you didn’t hear Erik after you because he wasn’t after you.
He felt no need to be…and with good reason.
The statuesque women on the other side of your door made you come up short, mouth falling open as you took them in. They were beautiful and straight-faced, heads smooth and wearing colorful attire that didn’t deviate all that much from what Erik was wearing. The long spears in their hands had you stumbling back, and so in shock, you didn’t even register that you’d stumbled right into Erik.
One of his arms snaked around you while the other gently closed the door, effectively trapping you once again.
The silence was loud, and finally, a few tears escaped.
“Earlier you started to ask how I found you…”
You felt Erik’s lips grazing your ear before moving down to brush along your neck. One hand was on your waist while the other had found a home on your arm, kneading the skin through the thin robe. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, and you swore that you felt him shudder against you.
The breath you let out was shaky, more tears collecting in your eyes.
“You’d be amazed at what you can do when you’re the king of Wakanda.”
Those damning words had your knees buckling, and when you attempted to throw yourself away from him, Erik’s hold tightened. One hand had a vice grip on your wrist while the other hand snaked around your neck.
“I like to tell myself that I did this because I deserve it, because I was wronged…but that ain’t all…”
When Erik leaned in to press his lips to yours, your mind was finally at war with your heart once again. You’d forgotten what it felt like to kiss him, forgotten what he tasted like, and you couldn’t stop the sharp breath you took as he moved his mouth against yours. The hand on your neck tightened just a tad, like a chain keeping you to him, and you felt him smile into the kiss.
“I like being somebody that you can’t ever leave.”
Those words whispered into your mouth made your heart sink, and your protest was lost as he kissed you again.
You shook in his hold for varying reasons, fear above all else. Erik had his hands on you again, and he had no intention of taking them off. They pulled you and pushed you where he wanted you to be, and it seemed that he decided the couch would suffice. He wasn’t bothered by your lack of consent, and somehow that didn’t surprise you.
There’d been moments in the past when you expressed discomfort or you protested or you rejected him and for the briefest of moments, something had passed through his eyes that made you think he didn’t care. A glint in his gaze that made you think he was going to do what he wanted—take what he wanted—anyway. You’d always had a nagging feeling deep in your chest that Erik was just holding back, keeping himself in check with you because it was socially acceptable and not because he actually wanted to.
…but he was a king, now—something you believed without a doubt—and that title corrupted even the best of men…let alone a man who already wasn’t shit to begin with.
When his bare chest grazed against yours, a shudder traveled down your spine, and Erik reached under you to trace that path with his fingers. One hand was still carefully at home on your neck, and the gold fangs in his mouth winked at you in the nearly invisible lighting. When you felt those abrasions underneath your fingers—every one for a kill—it suddenly hit you that you were underneath him again and for good this time.
“You don’t know how much I missed this pussy,” he murmured into your skin, a hand tightening almost painfully on your waist just as he sank into you.
The feel of his cock stretching you out had your back arching, chest pushing up against his. It hadn’t been just years without sex with Erik but years without sex altogether. Part of it was because you still had some lingering loyalty to the man between your legs, telling yourself he’d somehow know and find you—despite the fact that you weren’t his anymore—and part of it was because he’d simply ruined you for any other man. Either way, it all came back to Erik.
You couldn’t stop the strained gasps that left your lips, the slight sting and dull ache from the stretch making you dig your nails into his skin. This was not what you wanted, but you swore that Erik was stronger now than he ever had been before. The feel of him thrusting himself into you reminded you of all the hours you’d spent wrapped up in each other when things were still good between you. Hell, even when they weren’t, it wasn’t uncommon for an argument to end in you bent over the kitchen counter with Erik’s pelvis pressing against you.
He had a way of controlling a situation, steering it in whatever direction he wanted it to go.
Like now.
How was it that you go into hiding to remain safe from this man only to wind up at his mercy yet again? It was unfair, and you couldn’t stop trembling as you pushed against his chest.
“Erik…”
Your words died on your lips when he shushed you, his locs brushing against your skin as he nipped at your neck and then your shoulder and finally your chest. The light moan you let out was involuntary, and you hated that smug chuckle that escaped his lips.
“You always try to act so tough and shit…but we both know once I get my hands on you…”
Anger bubbled up within you at his words, and you couldn’t resist slapping him. Before where that might’ve pissed him off, Erik only smiled in your face. Taking your hand, he held it tight before pinning it against your stomach, and he looked down, briefly distracted by the sight of his cock disappearing into you. He slowed his thrusts down, and the change in pace almost made you roll your eyes.
“You gone love Wakanda, baby,” he said to you, lips meeting your skin again. “The most beautiful sunsets…”
He nipped at your shoulder.
“...anything you could ever want…”
Another kiss to your lips.
“...and guards to watch your every move.”
His nose touched yours as he said that, and you felt him reach down to hook his arm under your leg. You hissed, feeling him even deeper into your gut as he bent your leg back. Erik didn’t take his eyes off of you as he fucked you, hips meeting yours and the wet sound of his cock dipping into you reaching your ears.
“I came back just for you,” he darkly told you, completely ignoring your hand pushing at his stomach. “...because what kind of king would I be with no queen at my side?”
You’re in the throes of passion when Joe’s phone rings. Your nails are raking down his back because he has you right there on the precipice of pleasure, when he picks the damn thing up.
“Velasco.” He mumbles, stilling his hips as he keeps himself buried deep in your cunt.
You whine at the lack of motion and he places two fingers over your lips to silence you as he listens to the voice on the other end of the line. You bite the tips of his fingers in response and Joe’s eyes almost roll back into his head as you suck them into your mouth before grinding down against his cock.
“I’ll be right down.” He mutters into the phone before he tosses it back down onto the nightstand and looks at you apologetically. “I have to go.”
“Right now?” You ask and Joe sighs, pulling out because he’s already starting to soften due to the change of mood.
“I don’t mean to leave you hanging.” He tells you earnestly. “But there’s been a break in the case and Bruno’s downstairs waiting for me. If we don’t get this guy now…”
“Sure, yea I get it.” You say collapsing back onto the pillows and staring up at the ceiling.
He can tell you’re frustrated, he is too. It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve had the night off together, it was supposed to be a chance for the two of you to reconnect and now he has to leave too track down some asshole in another borough.
“You can stay…” he begins but you’re already shaking your head as you slip out of his sheets on the opposite side of the bed.
“No point if there no one to make pillow talk with.” You tell him, your voice tight as you tug your jeans up over your ass.
“Alright.” Joe concedes, pulling on his t-shirt before he reaches for his underwear. “I can stop by in the morning…”
“I’m on the early shift.” You remind him despondly as you gather up your own badge, gun and phone from the nightstand.
“Look, I’ll call you when I…”
The door slams and Joe knows you’re already hurtling down the stairs to get away from him. This is what happens when you get hurt or overwhelmed, you bolt and Joe he doesn’t have the time right now to go after you, to make things right.
“Fuck.” He mutters as Bruno’s ring tone cuts through the air, summoning him once more.
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You instantly panicked.You were frozen, Not because you were scared, but because you were embarrassed. Who would have done this to you in front of your fans? In public where you were most comfortable.
“Jade! Jade!” You were pulled out of your blank thoughts by your manager Yolanda tugging on your shoulder calling your name. “Who’s it from?” “I-I don’t know she didn’t tell me and I haven’t opened it yet” “Okay well lets get you to the car and out of here. We’ll open it in the car, there’s at least two people in here recording you”
Once you and Yolanda got into the car you ripped open the envelope and looked at the first page of the thick packet. It read:
“Jade Chanel Wright you are being sued by Michael Bakari Jordan for issues as a result of defamation on your part”
That bitch ass nigga! You thought to yourself. “Jade, what financial opportunities have you prevented him from?” “Yolanda I don’t know what he’s talking about” “Jade don’t lie to me. We can’t fix this if I don’t know what I’m fixing” “Look, when we broke up I called Puff and Snoop and basically everyone who’s loyal to me about us breaking up and him cheating. I’m getting sued for something that’s not even the worst thing I did to him.” Yolanda was looking at you with worried eyes, “I may regret asking but what else did you do?” “I put a price on that nigga’s head” “You what?! So not only are you being sued for defamation but if the wrong people find out you could be going to jail for solicitation of murder?” “If he gets killed its not linked to me I called—” “Nope, I need no other details about you soliciting murder.”
The car ride was quiet, too quiet, so you asked the driver to turn the radio on completely ignoring Yolanda’s request. You wished you hadn’t. You were bopping your head along to the new Nicki Minaj song “Barbie Dreams”, when you heard: “And I woulda had Odell bangin the cake, till I saw him hoppin out of cars dancin to drake” Your jaw dropped. You looked up into sky asking God what it was with rap bitches and the men that you date. “Wanna talk about it?” “Nope first lets get this bitch ass ex handled....then I’ll worry about making my bitch ass boyfriend my ex.”
On the other side of the of the United States Odell heard that damn line and was going through it.
“Nicki you know damn well I ain’t seen yo ass in forever!” “Okay, well Odell it was just a lyric” “I’m sure my girl will beg to differ” “Aren’t you dating like the ‘princess’ of LA or hip-hop or some shit? She’s used to songs being written about her men” “First of all, watch your tone cause you know you wouldn’t have that same energy to her face. Second of all, you need to do one of your Twitter apologies or some shit cause she’s not even about to believe my explanation for this shit.” “Hm, I’ll see what I can do doll. But according to Shade Room sis got legal troubles to worry about so little ole me should be the furthest thing from her mind. Looks like ya princess got served.”
“Speaking of my bitch ass boyfriend he’s FaceTiming me right now. Hi baby!” “Hey Princess. What happened?” You felt like being petty, you knew that he’s heard that song by now. “Nicki saw you dancing to Drake so she decided she wasn’t giving you the cake from what I heard.” “Straight to it huh?” “You know me better than that Cornelious” “Well let me get to explaining then Chanel. Over a year ago I made plans to fuck her but the plans fell through and dassit. That’s the backstory. I didn’t call to talk about a wack ass song lyric though and you know that. What happened at your meet greet?” You did know he wasn’t calling to hear you complain about a song. “I’m being sued.” “By who?” “Michael” “FOR FUCKING WHAT?!” Odell’s voiced raised, his nostrils flared, and you could see him stand up to start pacing around on the other side of the screen, before you could get another word out Odell was screaming to one of his friends.”Baby calm down I’m handling it myself” “Jade, you not handling shit yourself. If he can’t handle it like a man because I take better care of you than he could when he had the chance then I’mma just have to handle it. Legally or illegally this nigga getting handled”
“Odell, I just need to see you before I even think about this anymore. Baby its been 2 weeks and miss you and I just really need to see you.” “Let me see if I can make things go any quicker with the team okay baby? I’ll call you in a couple hours” “Love you” “Love you more, bye”
Four hours had passed since you and Odell ended your call. You’d been calling him since hour three non-stop, you were worried and slightly insecure still about the whole the Barbie Dreamz fiasco. You were about call him again when you heard knocking. You threw your comforter over your head hoping the person disturbing you in your time of misery would go away. Three knocks later and you still weren’t off the couch.
“I know you’re in there. Your location told on you babe,” it took a minute for you to register who’s voice you were hearing. Your man always made the effort to get to you in your time of need. “You can’t still be mad at me, especially because I brought red velvet and lemon cupcakes.”
Who were you to deny the man with cupcakes at your front door entry?
As soon as you opened the door and saw him you broke down into tears and flung yourself into his arms. Weeping, you managed to get out, “I missed you so much.”
Hey all, this is my first fic and I’m pretty excited about it and I hope you all like it! And I couldn’t figure out how to put the link in there w/o putting the link in there??? Its longggg sorry. Also, this was heavily inspired by Melanie Fiona’s “4 A.M.” (At least the beginning was)
Pairing: MBJx Black Reader
“How could I let it get this far” you thought to yourself. You had let it get beyond the typical Hollywood rumors and to a fucking song. More importantly, how could he let it get this far. He being your boyfriend of more than 3 years, the one and only entitled ass Michael B. Jordan.
See, you had a feeling that some of the rumors swirling around the streets about your “man” cheating were true, but you’ve never acted on it. You made the oh-so-common mistake of ignoring or more appropriately hiding from your womanly instincts. Was it because you didn’t want to start over with someone else? Was it the fact that you already envisioned so much of your future being with him? Before the rumors and bullshit, and even now, when you look into his eyes you see yourself walking down the aisle and taking his last name, and eventually having his babies. Was any of that even worth what you were feeling in the past months and this very moment? No the fuck it was not.
In this very moment you were angry and wine drunk laying in your black silk robe thinking about lyrics to a song you were sure was about your “man”. It was “23” by some Instagram known rapper by the name of Saweetie. The two lines that really knocked you off your ass were “I do music, you in acting, so we keep it low profile” and “Then we made up, found an empty street, and lowkey got it in”. You knew this song was about Michael because 1.) There were rumors about him fucking at least 3 bitches in cars 2.) You found a fresh blonde hair in his brand new whip a few months ago. You hadn’t worn a blonde wig in that car yet when you found it. The bitch was known for blonde hair.
Your thoughts and emotions were only amplified when you caught lyrics to “4am” by Melanie Fiona playing in the background.
“Sitting here feeling kinda crazy
But not just any crazy
It’s the kind you feel when you love somebody
And I know that my baby
Is calling somebody else baby
And I can’t sit still
Look how gone it got me”
“It’s four a.m. and I think I might lose it
This m***** thinking I’m stupid
He must’ve bumped his head
Don’t he know it’s four a.m.”
The fucking irony. Here you were at four in the morning disgusted with your boyfriend for cheating and insulting your intelligence, and with yourself for not demanding or doing better for yourself. Your grandmother is rolling over in her grave looking down at the mess you putting up with from a “man”.
Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you heard keys jingling at your front door. It was him coming to your condo after cheating on you. “The fucking audacity” you whispered to yourself. You quickly turned off your Beats Pill and flipped over on your side facing away from your bedroom door. If you would have looked at him when he first walked in he would have questions about the stank ass stare he would’ve received from you. You didn’t want him know that you were onto his cheating ass yet.
The door to your bedroom opened and….. nothing. Yeah, you wanted him to think you were asleep, but you also wanted your presence acknowledged. Long ago, when he would come in while you were sleeping he would’ve greeted you with a soft and gentle kiss on your forehead,but now like the past several times it had been nothing. He walked in and let out an exhausted ‘huff’ and layed down next to you. “What the hell is this nigga huffin and puffin for?! I aint’ ask his triflin’ ass to be here. And he most definitely wasn’t the one being played, with The Shade Room as an audience either!” you thought to yourself. He crawled in bed and fell asleep with his back turned to you and yours facing him. You were falling in and out of sleep for the next 3 hours, when you weren’t sleeping you were plotting your next move.
You woke up bright and early at 7:30 a.m. You quickly regretted letting your relationship turmoil cause you to stay up so late because you had a busy day. You had to film for your Youtube channel, do a meet and greet at Sephora, and catch a flight to NY to discuss business with L’Oreal. They wanted you to be the face of their brand and you wanted your coin and an extensive and inclusive shade range, but your mind could focus on that when you touched down in NY.
Michael woke up as you were sitting on the edge of your bed putting lotion on, “Good morning baby” he said and got up and kissed you on the cheek.
“Good morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night, what time you get home?
“Not super late about 2 a.m. Can I get some breakfast baby?” He focused his soft brown eyes on you and poked his lip out. In that moment you thought that you would get the genuine affection that you’ve been deprived of the last several months. Even if you actually wanted to fix the nigga breakfast you couldn’t, you still had a shit ton to do before you left for NY, and the nigga lying about what time he came in wasn’t helping persuade you either. “Awww baby, you know I would but did you forget that I had to leave for New York tonight? I have a ton to do before I catch my flight”
“Damn. How long you gonna be gone for?” What did this nigga wanna know for? So he could know how long he had to fuck hoes around town? Your being in the same city wasn’t stopping him now. “I’ll be back the day after tomorrow”. Before he could get “Ok” out of his mouth this nigga was typing the fuck away on his phone. After your short and not so sweet encounter with your soon to be ex-”man” he left, didn’t even shower just left and kissed you goodbye on the cheek.
As the day went on and you were on your way to your meet and greet a thought popped in your head. About a week ago this guy named Odell who plays for the Giants slid in your dm’s asking you to dinner the next time you were in NY. Well bitch what a time to be alive because you had revenge on ya mind. You instantly hit him back:
“Hey I’m just now seeing this sorry :( Is that dinner offer still on the table…..?”
And bitch to your surprise he hit you back INSTANTLY:
“Is this Y/N? THE Y/N dm’ing ME back within 2 weeks? If it is I’m available whenever you in my city gorgeous”
“Lol, why so shocked? Is tomorrow night ok?”
“Not shocked, just very enthusiastic send me your number and we can straighten out all the details”
You were already packed but had to add something to your luggage to display your assets for your “friendly” dinner date.
You landed in NY at about 2:00 A.M. East Coast time. You checked into your hotel suite and instantly fell asleep (after washing your face of course bc….skincare, duh!).
You woke up at 9:00 A.M. excited to begin your day, for once. You got dressed into something business casual for your meeting in a couple hours with L’Oreal. You opted to let your naturally soft and curly tresses fall as they pleased and instead of a whole ass face of makeup you decided on a fresh face with a highlighter whose glimmer could compete with the sun.
You arrived to the L’Oreal offices in a black town car, compliments of your hopefully soon to be business partners. Once the meeting started they laid out EVERYTHING the way you wanted it. Inclusive shade ranges and a marketing team that was willing to follow your direction in attracting black women to their brand. All in all both parties walked away with what they wanted, especially you considering you inked a 5 year , $15 million brand ambassador deal. Now you were in a mood to celebrate,but first you had to get ready for your dinner with Odell. Step 1, call the most gossiping bitch you know, Chyna. She was just some girl that you graduated college with and only kept close whenever you needed tea or when you were the tea. Tonight you were the tea, all you told her was that Odell Beckham Jr. had plans this evening with a very eligible bachelorette and that all cameras should be on him for the evening . Step 2, hair, all you needed was a fresh wash n go so that was simple. Step 3, do a sheet mask and rest up, just in case you were getting your back blown out. After you woke up you did your make-up and got dressed. It was now 7:45 and he should be calling you down by 8:30.
While you waited on him you decided to play some Beyonce, you thought the perfect song to start off your evening was Partition. Right when you got to the very first “Oh there daddy, daddy didn’t bring the towel” you heard a knock on your suite door. Shit. You forgot that you gave him your room info last night, you also forgot that gentlemen existed so you really just expected him to text you when he arrived outside of your hotel building. You turned your music off and quickly caught your composure and answered the knocking.
You wore this: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/jecourt
“Good evening beautiful”. You looked up into the eyes of the tall swole curly-haired man whose first three words to you sent your heated core into a puddle. After you stared into this man’s eyes with your mouth open for a good 5 seconds he put pink roses between the two of you and said “I got these for you. I remember your favorite color being pink, but your favorite flower was lavender but they didn’t have any, so I’m really hoping that you like the compromise bouquet that I got you.” “Hey, I-I’m um sorry. It’s just you’re impressing me already, and I love the flowers, I need to open up to some variety anyway” Your comment made him smile and his smile made you blush like no one has made you in a long time. “I’m glad you like them”. You took the flowers out of his hands and the two of you headed down to his car.
“I know y’all always have chauffeurs driving you around in LA, but you’re in my town so I need as much alone time with you as possible” he said as he opened your door. He did the lil nigga jog to the driver side and you guys pulled off into that busy ass NY traffic. “So where are we off too?” “It’s a surprise. You thought me impressing you was starting and ending with some pink ass roses? Girl, try it again. But trust me you’ll love it.” Bitch, your mouth dropped. You were amazed. You knew it was simple, but even at the beginning of your guys’ relationship Michael wasn’t this considerate let alone the last 7ish months. After a 30 minute drive you guys pulled up in front of Morimoto. He was right you were gonna love it! He remembered the last time you two crossed paths that you mentioned the reservations that you had there got mixed up and you couldn’t eat there even though you’d been looking forward to it for months. Yeah the last time you guys crossed paths, we’ll get to that later. He hopped out of the driver’s side and opened your door, he held out a hand to help you out the car. Once you walked into the restaurant you noticed it was empty…. Bitch the reservations weren’t even the best part, this man put his NFL coins to good use and rented out the ENTIRE sushi joint. “Odell you really shouldn’t have done this. Its too much!” “Y/N, watch ya mouth. I see everything you do out in LA for the lil bebe’s kids and the less fortunate altogether, but I never see anybody do anything for you darlin.” He was talking about your charity and philanthropic work for the at risk youth in LA. THAT made you smile, no man has ever complimented you on anything other than your looks. The two of you were greeted by the Iron Chef Morimoto and shown to your table. Odell pulled out your chair, but when he was “helping” you into the chair his hand just so happened to graze on a lil bit of your ass. You let it slide because…..because this man was fine as fuck and you wanted him in your guts. Once you guys get settled at the table conversation just flowed. You guys shared and exchanged ideas about society, politics, sports (Y’all have a Lakers vs. GSW rivalry????), the black diaspora, why his fellow NFL players often flock towards white devils (He served boiling hot tea), and so much more! Y’all clicked. Then your meals came and so did the questions with complicated answers. “Ms. Y/N I have two questions for you and I hope that you feel like you can be completely honest with me.” “Ummm….Okay…Shoot.” “Don’t be offended, but even the LA streets talk to the NY streets, and from what they’ve been saying that clown Mike ain’t been taking care of you how he should be. You still putting up with that nonsense?” “Ouuuu, trying to ruin the night early huh?” you responded sarcastically. “See no, it ain’t even like that. I wanna put in however much effort necessary to go far with you, and not as just friends, and I can’t do that if you puttin effort in where it don’t belong” “I was just playing, it’s a far question. And to answer it I am but I’m not. I’m damn near dead to him and I wanna end things with him but my way and on my terms. He’s had me looking so crazy for more than 6 months and I just wanna make sure he feels what he’s losing. Does that answer it?” “It kinda answers my first question. My second one is how is Vic gonna feel about our date?” He was asking about your big cousin Victor. Victor Cruz was both your cousin and Odell’s former teammate and he was extremely protective of you. Matter of fact, the previous and first time you crossed paths with Odell it was at Vic’s pool party. “Listen, we’re adults and I’m sure Vic understands that. Plus if we do decide to try ‘us’ out I’m sure it’ll go over better with him considering you’re someone he trusts.” “Gorgeous and has an answer to everything?! My momma got a mic in your ear?” “I love and respect Ms. Heather, but no. It’s all me sir” “And trust me, Ms. Heather already loves and respects you more than she does me and you not even her daughter-in-law yet” he commented. You blushed again and this time he made sure that you knew he noticed it. “Yes I said daughter-in-law, because I’m ambitious.”He had the biggest grin on his face like already knew he had your draws secure.
You guys walked out of the doors of Morimoto and were swarmed with paparazzi. “Y/N, I am so sorry, I don’t know who told the paps we’d be here. I didn’t even tell my mom where’d we be. They must’ve been following me at some point” “Its okay. I’m an LA baby remember? I’m used to it.” You weren’t gonna mention to him that you wanted to be seen with him, that you wanted to be on the The Shade Room’s insta. The paps asked questions about whether you and Mike were together and if you and Odell were a thing and the expected questions. You both ignored them.
He pulled up to the front of your hotel building and like the perfect gentleman he was all night he opened up your door and walked you to your room. Once you opened the door to your suite you were expecting an innocent goodnight kiss but….He crashed his lips into yours and his tongue demanded entry into you mouth, you weren’t objecting either. The kissing quickly turned into him grinding his hardening dick onto your puddled center. As he was grinding he grabbed a handful of ass and this went on for a good while until you changed your mind. “Odell wa-wait. W-we can’t.” He quickly stopped, still holding onto your lower waist because you didn’t realize how weak in the knees he had you. “Baby, whats wrong? Did I do something wrong?” “No, not at all. That’s the thing, you did everything right. That’s why I wanna be completely done with him before we take it there. I don’t want any ties to him when I give myself to you.” He took a a deep breath and looked down to you, “The gangsta in you, I gotta respect it. Do you want me to stay any way? Cause I-” He was interrupted by your phone going off. It was a FaceTime call from Michael. You knew the LAST person you should be on the phone with in front of Odell was him. “I’mma just go ahead and go and let you handle that.” You were thirsty and sorry. You wanted to gag on this nigga like tonight but you didn’t wanna make your life any more complicated than it already was. “Odell I swear before Black Jesus the next time we’re alone together we’re picking up where we left off and……. I’ll add interest for you.” “Interest?” “Yep, a lil bit for each week we’re apart.” “How am I wrapped around your finger and I ain’t even your man yet?” “Because you will be by the end of the week, I promise”. Although neither of you wanted to leave the other you kissed each other goodbye and you closed the door as he left your suite.
You called Michael back, not on FaceTime though, you were still too caught up in Odell and wanting to choke on his meat so you opted to not look Mike in the eye while thinking about Odell.
“What Michael? You’re interrupting my business?”
“Your business? Y/N what the fuck kinda business you doing in these pics on The Shade Room’s Instagram? Escorting?!”
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