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The Beyonder's Prophecy

Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P

Chapter 10

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Young black man is given a mission by a cosmic being to impregnate 8 beautiful woman as part of a prophecy. He must do this or the world will be doomed in the future.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Sports   Workplace   Cheating   Sharing   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   Interracial   Black Male   White Female   Hispanic Female   Facial   Massage   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Size  

Jalen sent a direct message to Rachel.

Jalen: “Hey. Just checking in. I’m still here for you. I hope you’re okay.”

Rachel saw the message but didn’t respond right away. She and Jalen hadn’t spoken since the morning after their encounter at the gym, which was several weeks ago. Rachel stared at her phone, her thumb hovering over Jalen’s message. She hadn’t spoken to anyone about what happened. She’d barely even spoken to Trevor, who had repeatedly asked her what was going on with her, to which she replied that she was just busy. Despite all that, she had thought about what happened every single day. She thought avoiding Jalen would help. She thought burying herself in work would keep her mind off of it. She thought pretending like it never happened would somehow make it all go away, but it hadn’t because it did happen. Now, to add another layer to this complicated mess, she was late on her period.

Rachel closed her eyes, exhaling sharply. She had been so caught up in the fact that she had cheated on Trevor that she completely forgot to consider that maybe she should’ve gotten a plan B after that night with Jalen. She foolishly told him to cum inside of her, knowing good and well she wasn’t on any kind of birth control, and now she was possibly facing serious consequences.

She hadn’t told Trevor. She hadn’t taken a test. She hadn’t even said the words out loud, and now Jalen was reaching out, checking on her. She should’ve ignored it. She should have just pretended she didn’t see it. She should do anything other than what she was about to do. Her fingers started moving.

Rachel: “Hey. I’m okay. Just ... a lot on my mind. Thanks for checking in.”

She hit send before she could talk herself out of it, and then she waited. Jalen responded a few minutes later.

Jalen: “I miss you, but I know you probably still need space. Just know that I meant everything I said before.”

Rachel stared at Jalen’s response, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“I miss you”.

God, those three words hit her so much harder than they should because the truth was she missed him too. She missed the way he made her feel, the way he looked at her, the way he listened, really listened, to her, but she also knew that missing him didn’t change what happened. She cheated on Trevor, she might be pregnant, and Jalen was the last person she should’ve been thinking about at that moment.

Rachel closed her eyes, running a hand through her hair. She couldn’t say it back. She wanted to. God, she wanted to, but if she did there was no coming back from it and she wasn’t sure she was ready to go down that path. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard and she typed. She erased it and typed again. After typing and erasing several times, she finally sent a response to Jalen.

Rachel: “I just ... I don’t know what to say.”

Right now, that was the only truth she could give him.

She continued to sit on her couch, staring at her phone. She went to her contact favorites and saw Trevor’s name stare back at her. She knew what she had to do. He deserved the truth. He didn’t deserve to be lied to or strung along. He didn’t deserve to be in a relationship with someone who gave her body to another man and who let herself fall for someone else. She inhaled sharply and pressed ‘Call’. It rang. Once. Twice. Then an answer.

“Hey, babe,” Trevor answered, sounding as if he had run to answer his phone. “How are you? Talk to me.”

Rachel closed her eyes, her stomach in knots. “Can we talk?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course ... yeah? Are you okay? It feels like you’ve been kind of avoiding me lately.”

“No. Nothing is okay, and after this, it never will be again.” She thought miserably.

Her hands were shaking, but it was time. Rachel gripped her phone tightly, swallowing past the lump in her throat. “No,” she said, her voice small but firm. “Everything’s not okay.”

Trevor was quiet for a moment. Then, “What do you mean?” His voiced laced with concern.

“Can I come over?” she asked.

This wasn’t a conversation she could have over the phone.

Trevor exhaled. “Of course. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah.”

Rachel ended the call, her hands trembling. This was it. No more hiding. No more lying. No more running. She grabbed her keys, threw on a hoodie over her t-shirt, and headed out.


Rachel stood outside of Trevor’s door, her heart pounding. Her palms were sweaty, and her stomach was twisting violently. She raised a fist and knocked. Trevor answered almost immediately, like he was waiting by the door. His face was etched with worry, his dark eyes scanning her.

“Rachel ... what’s going on?” He asked, sounding very concerned.

Rachel stepped inside, her chest tight.

She didn’t sit or take off her shoes. She just looked at him, this man who had been nothing but good to her and whose heart she was about to break in the worst way.

“I need you to let me say everything before you respond.” Rachel’s voice shook, but she powered through.

Trevor’s brows furrowed, but he nodded.

Rachel took a deep breath. “I cheated on you.”

His entire body stiffened. His jaw tightened. She kept going before she lost her nerve.

“It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t something I ever thought I would do, but it happened, and I can’t take it back, and I won’t lie to you about it.”

Trevor was stone still. Rachel forced herself to keep going.

“I met someone ... I first saw him at one of your games a little over a month ago. I didn’t mean to notice him, but I did, and then I saw him play again, and ... I don’t know, Trevor, something about him just—” she choked on her words, shaking her head. “I was drawn to him. I tried to ignore it, I did, but then work sent me to do a story on the league, and I had to talk to him, and I thought I could keep it professional; I really did, but then...”

She looked away, ashamed. “One night, we played one-on-one, and afterwards I let something happen that should have never happened.”

Silence.

Rachel finally looked at him, her vision blurry. “I won’t make excuses. I did this, and I am so, so sorry, Trevor.”

Trevor just stared at her. His eyes darkened. His hands ball into fists. Then he finally spoke.

“It was Jalen Moss, wasn’t it?”

Rachel’s stomach dropped. “Trevor—”

“Wasn’t it?” His voice was eerily calm, but his knuckles were white.

She hesitated, then whispered, “Yes.”

Trevor’s eyes flashed with anger. He laughed, but there was no humor. “The guy you said it was just work?”

Rachel nodded slowly, feeling sick. Trevor’s expression hardened.

He shook his head, stepping away from her, running a hand through his hair. “Are you in love with him?”

Rachel didn’t answer because she didn’t know how to lie to him anymore, and her silence was all the answer Trevor needed.

“I was wondering why you’ve been so distant lately.” Trevor said darkly. “I had a bad feeling about that Jalen dude when you told me about him. You told me that it was strictly professional, remember? That I had nothing to worry about, but you lied to me.”

Rachel closed her eyes briefly, guilt tightening in her chest. “I know,” she whispered. “I did lie, and I hate that I did.”

Trevor let out a sharp breath, shaking his head.

“I asked you straight up if I had something to worry about, and you looked me in the face and told me no,” he said, his voice low but tight with emotion.

Rachel nodded, swallowing hard. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Trevor. I swear I didn’t, but I take full responsibility for it. I should’ve been honest with you when I felt things shifting inside me. I should’ve told you the truth instead of trying to pretend it wasn’t happening.”

Trevor laughed bitterly, rubbing a hand down his face. “So, what now, huh?” he asked. “You come here, tell me all this, and what? You expect me to just forgive you?”

Rachel shook her head quickly. “No. No, Trevor. I don’t expect that at all. I didn’t come here for forgiveness. I came here because you deserved to know the truth, and because...” she paused, voice breaking, “I respect you too much to keep lying to you.”

Trevor stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tight, his breathing slow and measured.

“So that’s it, huh?” he said finally. “You’re choosing him.”

Rachel hesitated. “I don’t know what I’m choosing, Trevor, but I know that this...” she gestured between them, her eyes stinging, “ ... is over.”

Trevor nodded slowly, his face unreadable.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice hollow. “It definitely is.”

Silence fell between them. It was heavy and suffocating.

Then Trevor finally said, “I need you to go. Now. Don’t call me. Ever. I don’t ever want to see your face or hear your voice again.”

Rachel nodded, fighting the tears threatening to fall. “Okay.” She turned toward the door but stopped, looking back at him one last time. “I really am sorry, Trevor.”

He didn’t respond. He just stared at the floor, jaw clenched. Rachel left quietly, shutting the door behind her. She stepped into the hallway, made her way out of the apartment and into her car. She got into the driver seat and closed the door.

Then the weight of everything finally crashed down on her and she sobbed. Rachel’s hands were gripping the steering wheel, her body shaking as the tears kept flooding out. Everything hurt. She knew this conversation would be painful, but she didn’t expect it to feel like this. Like a piece of her life was ripped away in the worst way possible. Trevor had been good to her. Maybe not always perfect or as present as she wanted, but he had never hurt her. He didn’t deserve this, and yet ... the moment she had looked him in the eye and told him the truth, it was like a weight lifted off her chest. She was free, but that freedom came with a heavy price.

Rachel pressed her forehead against the steering wheel, her breaths shaky and uneven. She felt so lost, guilty, and confused. Did she really just throw away a good man for a guy she barely knew, or had she just admitted something to herself that she had been trying to deny for weeks? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything right now.

Rachel sat there for nearly an hour, letting it all out. When the tears finally slowed, and her chest no longer felt like it was about to cave in, she pulled out her phone. She hesitated. Then, she typed out a message.

She stared at the screen. Then, finally, she pressed ‘Send’.

Rachel: “Hey. I need to see you.”


About fifteen minutes later, Rachel pulled into her parking lot, her eyes still puffy, her body exhausted from all the crying. As she turned off her car, she spotted him.

Jalen, leaning against his truck, was waiting for her. Her breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she didn’t move. She just watched him, her heart hammering in her chest. She still felt raw from everything with Trevor. The weight of it hadn’t left her yet, but she needed to see Jalen. She needed to hear his voice, to feel something other than guilt and heartbreak. So, she grabbed her keys, opened the door, and stepped out. Jalen pushed off his truck, his expression unreadable, his eyes locked on hers as she approached. Neither of them spoke right away.

Then... “You okay?” he asked, his voice low, gentle.

Rachel let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “No.”

Jalen nodded slowly, like he expected that. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked.

Rachel hesitated. She didn’t even know where to start, but she didn’t want to be out here, standing in the cold night air, trying to figure it out.

“Come inside,” she said instead.

Jalen didn’t hesitate. He followed her upstairs, into her apartment and into her world. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Rachel let out a shaky breath, because for the first time all night, she felt like she could finally breathe again. She sat on the couch, her hands clasped tightly together, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of it all.

Jalen sat across from her, silent, just watching her process.

“I told Trevor everything,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jalen exhaled, nodding slowly, letting her take her time. “And?” he asked.

Rachel swallowed hard, her fingernails digging into her palm. “And it’s over,” she whispered.

Jalen didn’t react right away. He just nodded, letting the weight of her words settle in the air between them.

Rachel looked away, her chest tightening. “I feel like shit for betraying him,” she admitted. “He didn’t deserve it. He was a good guy, and I should’ve handled things differently.”

Jalen nodded again because he knew there was nothing he could say to take that guilt away, but then, Rachel met his eyes again, her expression conflicted, almost tortured.

“But the crazy thing is...” she whispered, shaking her head, “ ... I don’t regret what happened with us. Not at all, and I hate that. It doesn’t make sense.”

Jalen watched her carefully, taking in her every word, her every expression. “Why does it have to make sense?” he finally said.

Rachel blinked, caught off guard. “Because ... because it should! It should make sense!” she exclaimed, frustrated. “I should either regret everything, or I should feel good about it! But instead, I feel guilty and relieved at the same time! I feel sick for hurting Trevor, but I also—”

She cut herself off, squeezing her eyes shut, her hands clenching into fists.

Jalen leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “But you also what?” he asked gently.

Rachel inhaled sharply, then looked at him, really looked at him before saying, “But I also feel like I finally did something for me,” she admitted, her voice raw. “Something that I wanted. Not something that made sense to other people or was ‘right’ on paper. Just something that felt ... real.”

Jalen nodded again, his gaze softening. “Then maybe that’s your answer,” he said simply.

Rachel stared at him, her heart pounding. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was never about logic. Maybe this was about finally listening to herself for once. Jalen exhaled slowly, feeling the familiar weight settle in his chest. Rachel was staring at him, still lost in the whirlwind of her emotions, and it made his stomach tighten, because he knew what he had to say next was going to change everything between them.

“Rachel...” Jalen started carefully, his voice low and measured.

She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, her brows knitting together at his tone.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” He continued.

Rachel tilted her head, the exhaustion in her eyes briefly replaced by wariness.

“Okay...?” she said slowly.

Jalen ran a hand over his face, trying to find the right words, but there was no easy way to say this. “I haven’t exactly been ... alone in all of this,” he admitted.

Rachel straightened slightly, her entire posture going rigid. “What do you mean?”

Jalen held her gaze, knowing he couldn’t back out now. “There are ... other women,” he said, his voice even, but heavy. “And it’s not just casual. It’s ... complicated.”

Rachel’s face shifted instantly, from confusion to sudden realization. “Other women?” she repeated.

Jalen nodded slowly, watching as she processed it.

“How many?” Rachel asked, her voice noticeably sharper now.

Jalen hesitated, then finally says, “Three.”

Rachel’s jaw tightened. “And let me guess, this is an ongoing thing? You’re still ... involved with them?”

“Yes.”

Rachel let out a slow, bitter laugh, shaking her head as she rubbed her temples.

“Wow,” she muttered. “Wow, Jalen. You just, ... what? Collect women? Is that what this is?”

“No!” Jalen said immediately, shaking his head. “It’s not like that, Rachel. I care about all of you—”

“Oh, that’s rich.” She cut him off, her laugh dry and humorless. “You care about us? And you’re just stringing us all along? Is that it?”

“I never lied to anyone,” Jalen said firmly.

Rachel’s eyes flash. “You didn’t exactly tell me the truth, either, did you?”

Jalen sighed, running a hand over his head. “I was going to tell you, Rachel. I just ... I didn’t know how.”

“So, when was the right time, Jalen? Huh?” She challenged. “Before or after you fucked me in that locker room?”

Jalen flinched, but he didn’t look away.

“I won’t make excuses,” he said quietly. “But I will tell you this. This isn’t some game for me. I didn’t go out looking for this. I didn’t charm my way into anyone’s life. It just ... happened.”

Rachel scoffed, crossing her arms. “So, who are these other women?” she demanded.

Jalen inhaled deeply, then told her. About Sydney, then Kristen, then Megan, and then, finally, about their pregnancies.

Rachel went completely still. “Wait...” she breathed. “So, all three of them are pregnant with your children?”

Jalen nodded, his expression serious. “Sydney and Kristen are both pregnant, and Megan ... There’s a strong chance she might be too. We haven’t confirmed it yet.”

Rachel just stared at him, her face completely blank, but Jalen could see the moment it hit her. Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her breathing shallow. Then she stood up abruptly, stepping away from him.

“I can’t—” she shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. “I can’t do this. I can’t believe I let myself get caught up in ... whatever the hell this is.”

“Rachel—”

“No!” she snapped, her eyes blazing now. “I don’t know what kind of bullshit you’re wrapped up in, but I want no part of it! I should’ve nev—I should’ve never let this happen.”

Jalen felt a sharp pang in his chest, but he didn’t fight her words. “I understand,” he said softly.

Rachel laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “Good for you,” she muttered.

Then suddenly she stormed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. Jalen sat there, staring at the bathroom door, knowing there was never a way this conversation could’ve ended well, and yet it still hurt like hell. Jalen heard Rachel begin to sob in the bathroom.

He felt like there was nothing left for him to do now. So, he got up and left the apartment. He stepped outside, the cold night air hitting him like a slap, but it did nothing to ease the heavy weight crushing his chest. He felt like absolute shit.

Rachel’s sobs still echoed in his mind, even though he had tried his best not to listen as he walked out. He didn’t want to leave her like that. God, he didn’t want to leave her like that, but what the hell was he supposed to do? Force her to be okay with this? Beg her to understand?

No.

She deserved space. He owed her that much. Still, as he leaned against his truck, running a hand over his face, he couldn’t shake the sick feeling in his gut. This wasn’t the first time he’s had to have this conversation, but this time felt different. Sydney had been shocked, but level-headed. Kristen had been devastated but let him hold her together. Megan had taken it in stride, because she was already in the middle of fighting for her freedom. Rachel, though, was furious. Heartbroken. Jalen had seen it in her eyes. She felt betrayed, and maybe she had every right to. He didn’t even realize how long he had been standing there until his phone buzzed. He looked down.

Sydney: “Hey. You doing okay?”

Jalen stared at the screen for a long moment before sighing. Sydney’s timing couldn’t have been better. He typed back.

Jalen: “I don’t know.”

Sydney: “Come over. Come talk to me.”

He climbed into his car but didn’t start it right away. Instead, he rested his head against the steering wheel, exhaling shakily. For the first time since this all began, Jalen wasn’t sure if he was doing the right thing anymore.


Jalen went to Sydney because he desperately needed to talk to someone who didn’t look at him as someone who betrayed them.

He arrived at Sydney’s place about fifteen minutes later. Once he arrived and sat on her couch, he took a moment to exhale and gather himself before telling Sydney everything that had happened since she first told him she was pregnant.

He told her about Kristen telling him she was pregnant and then her subsequent emotional breakdown. He then told her about how Kristen felt hurt and devastated when he told her about the other women the following morning.

He then told her about how Megan has now been assigned a lawyer named Karla Silva who came to see him and asked him a bunch of questions about him as a person. He also mentioned how he was able to secure a copy of the prenup for Megan from the Westward mansion in order to assist her case.

Then he finally told her everything about Rachel, from how they met, to the locker room encounter, to the blow up and breakdown she just had after Jalen told her about the other women and the pregnancies.

When he finished, Jalen sank onto Sydney’s couch, running his hands down his face. He felt drained, like he hadn’t had a moment to breathe in weeks. Sydney watched him carefully from the other end of the couch, her legs curled underneath her, wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts. She looked comfortable, but her expression was anything but.

“Damn,” she finally said after Jalen laid everything out. Sydney let out a slow breath, shaking her head. “I mean, I knew things were gonna get crazy,” she said, leaning back, “but Jalen, this is ... a lot.”

Jalen let out a humorless chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “You think I don’t know that?”

Sydney didn’t say anything for a long moment. She just watched him, reading him, seeing the guilt and weight he was carrying.

“I think...” she finally said, softer now, “ ... you need to stop and ask yourself ... what do you actually want?”

Jalen looked at her, and she held his gaze, serious, but not judgmental.

“Like, really want,” she pressed. “Because right now, it just seems like you’re drowning in all of this, trying to take care of everyone, but not once have I heard you say what you actually want for yourself.”

Jalen exhaled, shaking his head. “It’s not that simple, Sydney.”

“Maybe not, but it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to think about it.” She replied.

He looked at her, and for the first time in a while, he had no words because the truth was, he hadn’t stopped to think about what he wanted. He’d been so focused on handling everything, making sure he didn’t let anyone down, trying to keep everything from falling apart, but maybe it was already falling apart.

Sydney shifted, placing a hand on his. It was a small gesture, but it grounded him. “No matter what happens,” she said, gentler now, “you’re not in this alone, Jalen.”

He looked down at their hands, at the woman carrying his child, and for the first time all night, he let himself breathe. Jalen nodded slowly, squeezing Sydney’s hand for a brief moment before leaning back against the couch. He was still processing everything, but Sydney’s words stuck with him.

What did he want? Hell, if he knew. Right then, all he knew was that everything was spiraling faster than he could keep up with. Sydney shifted next to him, tucking her hair behind her ear before looking at him again.

“So ... what now?” she asked.

Jalen let out a slow exhale, staring at the ceiling for a moment before answering. “I need to check on Rachel,” he said. “She was ... completely wrecked. I don’t know if she’s gonna want to talk to me, but I can’t just leave her like that.” Sydney didn’t look thrilled about that, but she nodded. “I get it,” she said. “But Jalen, you can’t fix everything for everyone. Rachel’s got to deal with her own choices just like the rest of us.”

Jalen rubbed his hands together, knowing she was right but still feeling uneasy about it.

Then Sydney sighed, looking away for a second before biting her lip. “There’s something else,” she said hesitantly.

Jalen glanced at her. “What is it?”

She looked at him now, eyes more vulnerable than usual. “My parents...” she started, hesitating for a second before continuing. “I have to tell them about the baby.”

Jalen sat up a little straighter. “Oh,” he said, realizing just how big this moment was for her.

Sydney nodded, looking down at her lap. “I’ve been putting it off because I know exactly how this is gonna go. They’re gonna flip,” she muttered, rolling her eyes at the thought. “My mom’s probably gonna cry. My dad’s gonna go on some rant about how I ruined my life, and I’ll get the whole speech about how this wasn’t what they wanted for me.”

Jalen listened carefully, knowing how much weight Sydney carried when it came to her parents’ expectations.

She looked at him now. “But I need to get it over with,” she said. “And I was wondering ... would you come with me?”

Jalen blinked, surprised. “To tell them?” he asked.

Sydney nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “I know they’re gonna be mad either way,” she said. “But if you’re there, at least I won’t be facing them alone.” Jalen looked at her for a long moment before answering. “Of course,” he said. Sydney relaxed slightly, like she was afraid he might say no. “Thanks,” she murmured. Jalen gave a small nod, but inside, he knew that this was going to be a whole different kind of battle, and it was coming sooner than he was ready for.


Two days later...

Knock*Knock*

“Rachel! Rachel! Please open up!”

Rachel sat on her couch, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the door as Jalen’s voice echoed through her apartment. Her eyes were still puffy from more crying she did earlier, her body exhausted from the emotional weight of everything. She wanted to pretend she wasn’t home. Pretend she didn’t hear him. Pretend she didn’t care, but she did. God, she did.

Jalen knocked again, more urgently this time. “Rachel, please,” he called out. “I just ... I need to know you’re okay.”

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sound. She wasn’t okay, and he was part of the reason why, but at the same time ... he was the only person she wanted to see right now. With a deep breath, she slowly got up and walked to the door. Her fingers hovered over the handle for a second.

Then, finally, she unlocked it and pulled it open. Jalen’s face was a mixture of relief and concern, his eyes scanning over her, taking in the fact that she’d clearly been crying. Rachel didn’t say anything at first. She just stood there, arms crossed over her chest, waiting.

Jalen sighed, running a hand over his head. “I’m so sorry, Rachel,” he said softly.

Rachel let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. “Sorry for what, exactly?” she asked, her voice raw. “For being honest with me? For making me feel things I shouldn’t? For being the reason I just lost someone who actually cared about me?”

Jalen’s jaw tightened at that last part, but he didn’t argue. He just nodded slowly. “For all of it,” he admitted. “For hurting you. For making this harder than it already was.”

Rachel looked away, her chest feeling too tight, her emotions too tangled to make sense of.

Jalen took a small step closer, hesitating, like he wasn’t sure if she’d let him. “I never wanted to put you through this,” he said. “I swear, Rachel. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you.”

Rachel let out a shaky breath, still not looking at him. “But you did,” she whispered.

Jalen closed his eyes briefly, like he felt the weight of her words. “I know,” he murmured. “And if I could take that pain away, I would.”

Silence stretched between them, thick with all the things neither of them knew how to say. Finally, Rachel looked up at him, her expression unreadable.

“Why did it have to be you?” she asked.

Jalen exhaled slowly, his eyes searching hers. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But it is.”

Rachel swallowed hard, feeling everything and nothing all at once. Then, before she could talk herself out of it, she stepped aside, wordlessly inviting him in. Jalen didn’t hesitate because no matter how much pain there was between them right now, neither of them was ready to walk away. Rachel shut the door, sat on her couch, and turned to look at him.

Jalen looked at her intensely. “Rachel, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness for hurting you, and I probably don’t deserve you at all, but I do not want you to go through this alone. I want to be here for you. Yes, there are other women, and I care about them too, but you can count on me for anything you need. That I can promise you.”

Rachel stared at him, her emotions a tangled mess as she took in his words. She wanted to be angry. She should be angry, but all she felt was exhaustion. Exhausted from fighting against feelings she didn’t want to have, from the pain of hurting and losing Trevor, and from trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do next.

Yet ... Jalen was here. Standing in front of her, saying everything she needed to hear. She swallowed hard, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the back of her couch.

 
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