The Beyonder's Prophecy
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Jalen Moss has two years to get eight women pregnant... or humanity dies. Jalen Moss was just trying to build a decent life for himself. Then one night, everything changed. A cosmic entity known as The Architect appears in his bedroom with a prophecy that makes no sense-and gives him no choice. Within two years, Jalen must father eight children... with eight different women. These children will grow into the heroes destined to save the world. If he fails? Humanity doesn't survive.
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 AI Generated
“There’s my baby! Bout time!”
“Hey, Mama,” Jalen said as he hugged his mother, Deborah Moss, and entered the house.
“What’s wrong baby? You sound exhausted. You know you can’t be running yourself into the ground building all these houses and stuff.”
“It’s not that, Mama,” Jalen said. “C’mon, let’s sit.”
Deborah watched her son carefully as they sat down on the couch. She could see it all over his face that something was weighing on him heavily.
Jalen had always been independent, always handling things on his own. For him to have come here like this, something serious must have been going on.
“Jalen, baby, talk to me,” she said gently, placing a hand on his knee. “What’s got you lookin’ so worn out?”
Jalen exhaled deeply, rubbing his hands together before finally looking at his mother.
“Mama ... I got somethin’ to tell you, and I don’t even know how to start,” he admitted.
Deborah tilted her head. “Well, start from the beginning.”
Jalen nodded, gathering himself before saying, “Mama, I—” he hesitated, then finally pushed the words out, “I got four women pregnant.”
The room fell dead silent.
Deborah blinked. Once. Twice. Then leaned back against the couch, exhaling sharply. She looked at Jalen as if trying to process whether she heard him correctly.
“Four?” she finally said, her tone unreadable.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jalen answered, unable to look her in the eye at that moment.
Deborah shook her head slightly, then let out a dry chuckle. “Boy ... What?”
Jalen sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “Mama, it ain’t what you think. I ain’t out here just bein’ reckless. I care about all of them. It’s—It’s complicated.”
Deborah stared at him, her motherly instincts warring with her disbelief. She knew her son. He was not the kind of man to be careless, a deadbeat, or trifling ... but four women?
She finally spoke, her voice firm yet full of concern.
“Tell me everything, Jalen. From the start. Every detail. Right now.”
Jalen nodded. Then he told her everything about Sydney, Kristen, Megan, and Rachel. He finished by explaining where things stood with each of them, including Rachel’s feelings of betrayal after being told about the other women.
By the time he finished, the sun had shifted, and the room was heavy with silence.
Deborah hadn’t interrupted once. Now she just sat in stunned silence, processing everything. She had barely moved during that whole time, aside from occasionally shaking her head, rubbing her temples, or letting out deep sighs.
Jalen sat across from her, hands clasped together, clearly waiting for a lecture or an explosion, but instead, his mother just stared at him.
Then after several tense moments, she finally spoke.
“Son ... you mean to tell me that you got four different women pregnant in a matter of months ... and you ain’t running? You ain’t dodging responsibility? You ain’t denying none of it?”
“No, ma’am,” Jalen said quietly.
Deborah exhaled. “And you care about all of ‘em? You ain’t just some fool out here playin’ games?”
“I care about them deeply, Mama. I swear I do, and I love these kids already, even though they ain’t even here yet.”
Deborah watched him carefully. His voice didn’t waver. There was no doubt in his eyes.
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, shaking her head slowly. “Jalen Thaddeus Moss ... this is some crazy, crazy shit.”
Jalen chuckled despite himself. “I know, Mama. Believe me, I know.”
Deborah sighed, shaking her head again, but this time there was a small, reluctant smile on her lips. “Lord have mercy ... you really are your daddy’s son.”
Jalen looked at her, confused. “What?”
Deborah leaned back, folding her arms. “Jalen, your daddy, Thaddeus? That man was a lot of things, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was loving hard. He loved me hard, and even though he had his faults, when he committed to something, he never ran from it, and that’s what I’m seeing in you right now.”
Jalen swallowed. They didn’t talk about his father often. It was usually too painful, but hearing his mother compare him to the man he lost so young seemed to resonate with Jalen deeply.
“So, you ain’t mad?” he asked hesitantly.
Deborah gave him a look. “Oh, I’m mad. Not ‘cause you got four women pregnant, but because this is about to turn your life upside down. You think you’re exhausted now? Baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. You’re about to be pulled in four different directions. You got four different women with four different lives, four different pregnancies, and eventually? Four babies. That’s a whole lot to juggle, Jalen.”
“I know,” Jalen said softly. “I know it’s gonna be hard.”
Deborah exhaled and studied her son for a long moment. Then, finally, she spoke again.
“You know what, baby?”
“What?”
“You got a good heart, and a whole lotta love to give.”
She could see Jalen’s eyes soften.
Deborah nodded firmly. “So, I’mma be here for you. Every step of the way. Whatever you need, I got you because if anybody can handle this ... it’s my son.”
Jalen finally exhaled the breath. “Thank you, Mama.”
Deborah sighed dramatically. “Boy, don’t thank me yet. You still got four baby showers to plan, four hospital visits to prepare for, and Lord knows what else. You bet’ not be expectin’ me to babysit every day either, I raised my babies already.”
Jalen laughed. “I hear you, Mama. I hear you.”
“I always imagined I’d be a grandma one day ... but Lord, I didn’t think I’d need a damn calendar to keep track of who’s due when.”
Jalen laughed again, seemingly feeling much lighter now.
“You got names picked out yet?”
Jalen shook his head smiling. “Not yet. It still doesn’t feel real.”
Deborah watched her son and shook her head one last time, a small smile on her lips.
“This is some crazy shit, Jalen, but damn it ... if you ain’t your father’s son.”
Jalen let out a long, slow breath. Hearing his mother’s genuine, unwavering support was clearly exactly what he needed.
“Thank you, Mama,” Jalen said again, this time softer, more genuine.
Deborah gave him a knowing look. “Ain’t no need to thank me, baby. Just make sure you step up like I know you can, and don’t be afraid to lean on me when you need to. You hear me?”
Jalen nodded, his voice thick. “I hear you.”
Deborah patted his leg, standing up. “Good. Now, go on and get you some rest. You gon’ need all the energy you can get.”
Jalen chuckled. “I know that’s right.”
Deborah shook her head, smiling. “Lord have mercy, my son out here building houses and babies at the same time.”
Jalen laughed again.
It was 7 AM at Rachel’s apartment. Someone banged on the door. After several knocks, Rachel got up out of bed annoyed. She looked through the peephole, saw that it was Jalen, and hesitated before finally opening it.
Rachel blinked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Jalen? What the hell ... what are you doing here?”
“I came to give you this,” he said, handing a large bag to her. “There’s medicine for the nausea, ginger ale for your stomach, and a heating pad for when your lower back aches. There’s a breakfast sandwich and coffee in there too. I threw in a couple of hoodies as well.”
“Jalen, wha—”
Jalen cut her off. “Rachel, you’re one of the most amazing women that I have ever met, and I don’t deserve you. I know you don’t want me around right now, and I understand why. I’m not trying to force my way back in. I just wanted to drop this off to make sure you were taken care of. I’ll leave you alone now.”
Jalen then turned to leave. Rachel stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the bag in her hands, her mind spinning.
She had spent the past three days ignoring his texts, glaring at her ceiling, and trying desperately to hate him.
Her throat tightened and her emotions threatened to spill over.
“Jalen...” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He stopped, turned back, and took a few steps toward her.
Rachel swallowed hard, then set the bag down, and stepped forward. Before she could think and talk herself out of it, she reached for him. Jalen closed the distance, and her arms wrapped around his waist with her face pressed against his chest, and she held on.
Jalen didn’t hesitate as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her just as tightly. Rachel didn’t say ‘thank you’ or ‘I’m sorry’. She just held him, because at this moment, she didn’t know what else to do.
She hated how her heart betrayed her, how her body melted into his embrace despite everything, and how her fingers gripped his hoodie like she was terrified to let go.
She hated that she should hate him ... but she couldn’t.
Her tears intensified, and she clenched her jaw, trying to swallow down the emotions threatening to consume her.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered.
Jalen’s hand rubbed slow, soothing circles against her back.
“I know,” he murmured.
Rachel’s eyes squeezed shut. Damn him, because what made this all so much harder was that she knew he was telling the truth when he said he’d be there.
She searched his face, her vision blurred by fresh tears. She bit her lip, still trembling, still trying to fight it, but Jalen was patient. He waited, holding her gaze steady, letting her see that he meant every word.
Finally, with a shaky breath, Rachel nodded.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Jalen exhaled, as if he had been holding it in this whole time. He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently swiping away the last of her tears.
“I’ll prove it to you,” he said softly.
Rachel pulled back, her eyes searching his face. “Jalen, there are three other women. How can you possibly be here for all of us?”
Jalen didn’t flinch. “Because I’m not going to let you fall,” he said softly, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I love you, Rachel. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving it.”
Rachel’s breath hitched. It was terrifying. It was impossible. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” she whispered, burying her face in his chest.
“I know,” Jalen responded softly.
But for the first time in days, maybe even weeks, Rachel felt the smallest hint of peace. She melted into Jalen as their lips met in a slow, deep kiss that carried everything.
She exhaled slowly, her emotions still a tangled mess, but there was a strange comfort in his embrace.
Rachel finally pulled back just enough to look at him. “So ... what now?”
Jalen’s expression softened. “Now? We take this one step at a time. No pressure, no expectations. Just us figuring things out.”
She bit her lip, nodding. “Okay.”
Later that day, Jalen received an email from Karla Silva:
Subject: Lunch Meeting
Hey Jalen, I hope you’re okay. Can you meet me for lunch sometime next week? I’m hoping to get some more information from you about Megan’s case. Let me know what works for you. Thanks!
Karla Silva
Karla Silva, LLC
Jalen’s reply:
Subject: Re: Lunch Meeting
Hey Ms. Silva,
I appreciate you reaching out. I’m available Tuesday or Thursday next week. Just let me know what works best for you. Happy to provide whatever information I can to help Megan’s case. Looking forward to it.
Best,
Jalen Moss
That Tuesday, Karla sat at an outdoor table at The Southern Bistro, a nice but casual spot in Midtown Atlanta. She checked her watch and saw that it was 11:57 AM. Jalen should’ve been arriving any minute now.
She had already ordered a sweet tea and was scanning through emails on her phone when she heard a familiar deep voice.
“Hey, Ms. Silva.”
She looked up, and her breath hitched for a brief second.
Jalen was walking toward her, dressed in a fitted maroon button-down shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, dark tailored jeans, and a clean pair of loafers. He looked good. Too good.
Karla hadn’t realized how much she had already built up an image of him in her head. The man caught up in an impossible situation.
Now here he was, standing right in front of her, somehow looking even better than she remembered. Confident, grounded, and strong.
“Hey,” she responded, flashing a small smile to mask her thoughts. “Also, you can call me Karla.”
Jalen pulled out a chair and sat across from her. “Well, hello then ... Karla. You said you needed more details on Megan’s case?”
Right. Megan’s case, Karla reminded herself.
She straightened in her seat and tried to push past the flutter in her stomach. This was work. She needed to focus.
“Yes,” she said, nodding, opening the folder she had brought with her. “I need to clarify a few things about Megan’s escape, what Chris might know, and any information you have about his contacts. The more we can anticipate his moves, the better we can protect her.”
She waited for Jalen’s response, but he simply nodded, eyeing her closely. There was something about his gaze.
It wasn’t intrusive or cocky. It was just ... observant, as if he could sense something unspoken in the air between them.
Karla cleared her throat and looked back at her notes.
“First off, how exactly did you come to be in business with Chris Westward?”
Jalen leaned back slightly in his chair, exhaling as he considered the question.
“Through Jim Harbor,” he said. “He’s a member of the same country club as Chris. Jim was happy with the work I did for Wellness Georgia, so he recommended me when Chris mentioned wanting to build a wine cellar.”
Karla nodded, jotting down notes. “And you had no idea who Chris was before that?”
“None,” Jalen said, shaking his head. “All I knew was that it was a potentially high-paying job in Buckhead. I didn’t even meet Megan until the day I first went to the house to look at the space.”
Karla watched him closely, searching for any hesitation or any sign that he was withholding something, but he was solid.
“What was your first impression of Megan?” she asked, although she immediately wondered if she should’ve phrased that differently.
Jalen smiled slightly, not in a cocky way, but like he knew exactly why she asked.
“That she was out of his league,” he said smoothly.
Karla raised an eyebrow. “You got that from one meeting?”
“I got that from one minute,” Jalen said plainly. “I could tell she wasn’t happy. She never smiled at him once. She didn’t seem relaxed at all around him. I didn’t know why at first, but it was obvious.”
Karla tapped her pen against the edge of her notebook. “And when did things between you two ... change?”
Jalen took a sip of his water, glancing at her before answering.
“Not right away. About a week into it. The more I saw how Chris treated her, the more I understood.” Jalen paused. “It wasn’t just that he was cold or distant. It was like he didn’t even see her, and Megan ... she needed to feel seen.”
Karla watched him carefully. His voice was steady, but there was something deeper in his words. It wasn’t just an explanation, but a conviction.
“So, you made her feel seen,” Karla said, more as an observation than a question.
Jalen held her gaze. “Yeah. I did.”
“How?”
Jalen exhaled. “I told her that I saw a strong woman caged by a weaker man.”
Karla raised an eyebrow. “Wow. That’s a bold thing to say.”
Jalen shrugged. “It was, but she also knew it was the truth.”
A heavy beat of silence passed between them. Karla cleared her throat and looked back at her notes.
“Okay,” she said, shifting gears. “What about Chris’s patterns? What do you know about his associates, his movements? Do you think he has any idea where Megan is?”
Jalen leaned forward. “I know he’s well connected, but I don’t know who his associates are other than his house staff. I don’t think they know where Megan is, though. I’ve never seen any suspicious cars or characters hanging around the shelter whenever I’ve visited.”
He exhaled sharply, resting his forearms on the table. “But I’m sure he’s looking hard for her. I bet he wants to make some kind of example of her. Chris is the kind of guy who walks into a room and expects everyone to cater to him. He’s entitled, arrogant, and completely disconnected from reality, at least when it comes to other people’s feelings. The way he treated Megan was like a trophy, not a person to be loved.”
Karla nodded, listening intently as Jalen continued.
“The first time I met him, I could tell he was thrown off by me being a black man,” Jalen chuckled humorlessly. “Not in a blatant way, but he wasn’t expecting it. He got over it quick when he realized I knew what I was doing, but the whole time I worked there, he talked to me like I was his damn servant. Not just a contractor, his servant.”
Karla’s brows knitted together. “Did he ever say anything overtly racist?”
Jalen shook his head. “Not directly, but the microaggressions were there. He practically interrogated me about my work experience—standing a bit too close, I might add. Then there was the dismissive tone and the way he made a point to remind me he was ‘paying me well’ like I should be extra grateful.”
Karla made a note but didn’t interrupt Jalen.
“As for Megan ... I’d see her walk in a room, and Chris wouldn’t even acknowledge her half the time. If he did, it was usually just to make some passive-aggressive comment about her spending or her not being ‘on top of things.’ Like she was his employee, not his wife, and she took it, Karla. She smiled through it, but I could see it eating at her.”
Jalen’s jaw tightened as he recalled it. “Then there were the ‘business trips.’”
Karla looked up. “Business trips? Plural?”
Jalen nodded. “Megan suspected he was cheating, and so did I. He’d be gone all weekend, come back acting like nothing happened. He didn’t even try to hide it. One time, I overheard him in the next room, talking to someone about ‘how much fun last night was’ and how he ‘couldn’t wait for the next trip.’ Megan was right upstairs at the time. He didn’t give a damn.”
Karla exhaled, shaking her head. “Unbelievable.”
“Believe it,” Jalen muttered. “And financially? He had her completely trapped. She wasn’t allowed to work. Every dollar she spent was monitored. He’d tell her she was ‘lucky’ to be with him. That if she ever left, she’d have nothing, and the prenup ... well, you’ve seen it now. You know what that says.”
Karla frowned, flipping through her notes. “It’s designed to leave her with absolutely nothing. He planned this from the beginning.”
Jalen nodded. “That’s exactly what I thought. He made sure she was fully dependent on him, so he could do whatever the hell he wanted without consequences.”
Karla took a deep breath. “This is more than just a divorce case. This is control, manipulation, and abuse.”
Jalen’s expression darkened. “Exactly.” He looked Karla dead in the eye. “That’s why we need to make sure Megan never has to go back.”
Karla met his gaze, her resolve strengthening. “We won’t let that happen.”
There was silence for a moment as they both processed the weight of the conversation and what was ahead in order to ultimately free Megan from Chris legally without being left with nothing. After a moment, Karla looked up at Jalen and her gaze softened.
“How are you holding up?” Karla then asked.
Jalen exhaled, leaning back in his chair.
“Honestly? I don’t even know.” He rubbed a hand over his face before looking back at Karla. “Every day, I wake up feeling like I’m trying to juggle a thousand things at once: business, Sydney, Kristen, Rachel, Megan ... and now you.”
Karla arched a brow. “Me?”
Jalen shook his head with a small smile. “Not like that, but let’s be real, Karla. There’s a reason you’re sitting here asking me about Megan, and it’s not just because you’re her lawyer. You’re trying to understand me, and I get it. I barely understand myself right now.”
Karla watched him carefully, impressed with his perceptiveness but also noticing the exhaustion in his expression.
“You’re carrying a lot, Jalen. More than most people could handle.”
“I know,” he said with a humorless chuckle. “And yet, I can’t bring myself to walk away from any of it. I made my bed, Karla, and I’m gonna lie in it.”
Karla studied him again for a moment before speaking. “You’re not obligated to carry the weight of all of this alone.”
Jalen shrugged. “Feels like I am.”
Karla hesitated before leaning forward slightly. “Then let me ask you something, and I want you to be honest.”
Jalen nodded. “Go for it.”
“Do you ever wish you could just run?”
Jalen looked at her, seemingly surprised by the question. He considered it for a long moment before shaking his head.
“No. Not once. I might not have expected any of this, but I’m not a coward. These women, they deserve better than that.”
Karla nodded slowly, confirming something she already suspected. “You really are different.”
Jalen scoffed. “Not sure if that’s a good thing or not.”
Karla gave him a small smile. “It is.”
Jalen looked down, smiling, seemingly appreciative of her words. He looked back up at her.
“The fact that you’re doing this case pro bono, I really have a lot of respect for you,” he said. “I can tell that you really are trying to make a difference in women’s lives, and you deserve more recognition than you’re getting for doing that.”
Karla blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in Jalen’s voice. She had heard plenty of compliments before, usually from people who either wanted something or were trying to placate her, but this felt different. It felt real.
She exhaled, tilting her head slightly. “Most people don’t notice, or if they do, they don’t really care.”
Jalen shook his head. “Well, they should. You’re fighting for people who don’t have anyone else to fight for them. That’s rare, and it’s worth recognizing.”
Karla studied him yet again for another moment before giving a small, genuine smile. “Thank you, Jalen. That actually means a lot.”
Jalen nodded. “Just calling it like I see it.”
For a moment, there was a brief pause between them, a comfortable silence. Karla felt something shift inside her, something she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready to acknowledge.
She cleared her throat. “Well, enough about me. Back to you. How’s Megan holding up?”
Jalen exhaled. “She’s strong. Stronger than I think even she realizes, but she’s still adjusting, and I know it’s going to take time.”
Karla nodded. “That’s understandable. I’ll keep pushing forward with the legal side of things, but she’s going to need all the support she can get outside of that.”
Jalen met her gaze, his expression firm. “She’s got it. No matter what happens, she’s not alone in this.”
Karla continued to watch him carefully, something unreadable in her eyes. “You really don’t run from responsibility, do you?”
Jalen smiled slightly. “Guess I’m just built different.”
Karla chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah ... I think you are.”
About thirty minutes later, Karla got in her car, her mind racing, and that wasn’t the only thing racing either.
As she gripped the steering wheel, she exhaled sharply, trying to steady herself.
What the hell is wrong with me?
She’d had countless meetings with clients, advocates, and even people caught in the messiest, most complicated situations imaginable, and yet, she’d never left one of those meetings feeling like this.
Her mind was replaying every word, every look, and every moment between her and Jalen. That inexplicable pull that Jalen described at his apartment had been present again, but it wasn’t just that.
She could feel herself being drawn to the way he listened and saw her. The way he respected her work, really respected it, not just as some checkbox of decency, but as something meaningful, and, of course, the way he looked.
Damn it. This is so unprofessional.
She squeezed her eyes shut. He was the key witness. The co-respondent in a high-stakes divorce. A single misstep here wouldn’t just ruin Megan’s life, it could end Karla’s career. The ethical violations alone could get her disbarred.
Karla dropped her forehead against the steering wheel with a heavy groan. Karla Silva didn’t get flustered by men, but Jalen Moss was unlike any man she had ever met, and that was exactly the problem.
She sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. She had a case to focus on. A client.
It’s fine. This is nothing. Just a moment. Just a ... distraction.
Two days later, the worst (or best) thing happened to Karla.
It was 7 PM, well after office hours. Her aid had gone home, leaving Karla sitting alone in her legal aid clinic office looking over material for Megan’s case when she got a knock at her door.
Curious, she went over and looked through the window.
It was Jalen.
He had flowers, a bag from Chipotle, and bottled water in his hands.
Karla, bewildered, took a second to gather herself, smoothing down her maroon blouse and high-waisted, beige fitted skirt before opening the door.
Jalen stood there, beaming at her.
“Jalen ... What is all this?” Karla asked, still quite bewildered.
Jalen shrugged. “You’re working Megan’s case pro bono, and I know you’re grinding out here late night after night. I just wanted to say thank you.”
Karla stared at Jalen, momentarily speechless, as she took in the flowers, the food, the water, and the thoughtfulness behind it all.
Damn it, Jalen.
Jalen shifted the bag of food slightly. “I figured you probably hadn’t eaten yet.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Karla took the bag, her fingers brushing his for a split second longer than necessary.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she said.
“I wanted to,” Jalen replied simply.
That’s what got to her. This wasn’t obligation or some calculated move.
She exhaled and stepped aside, her maroon high heels clicking as she did. “Come in.”
Jalen followed her inside, and she gestured toward the round table in her office. He set everything down, and Karla moved to grab plates from a cabinet, trying to compose herself.
They sat across from each other, the smell of fresh food filling the room as she dug in.
“You really didn’t have to do this,” she said again, softer this time.
Jalen smiled. “And yet, here we are.”
Karla shook her head, smiling slightly. “You’re impossible.”
Jalen chuckled but didn’t push. Instead, he let the moment settle and let her process.
Karla didn’t know what scared her more. The fact that she was letting her guard down with him ... or that she didn’t want to put it back up.
“You didn’t get anything for yourself?” she asked looking at his side of the table.
Jalen shrugged. “I was only thinking about you.”
Karla paused, her fork hovering over her plate as she looked at Jalen.
His words settled over her, heavier than they should’ve been. He said it so simply and casually, like it was just a fact, but no one had ever really said something like that to her before.
Karla swallowed, setting her fork down. “You can’t keep doing that, Jalen.”
“Doing what?” he asked, his tone genuinely curious.
“Giving so much of yourself,” she said, studying him. “Putting everyone else first.”
Jalen leaned back slightly, a small smirk playing at his lips.
“That’s just who I am, Karla.”
He said it so simply, but the words settled heavily in her chest. That familiar, terrifying warmth bloomed under her ribs—the undeniable, magnetic pull she had been fighting since the second he walked into her office.
She gripped her fork tighter, her knuckles turning white as she tried to anchor herself.
She wasn’t supposed to be part of this. She couldn’t be, and yet, she was sitting across from him, seeing the way he looked at her; not like she was just another woman, but like she was someone.
She exhaled, shaking her head, as she picked up her fork again. “You’re something else, Jalen.”
Jalen grinned. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Karla didn’t respond right away, instead focusing on her food. Deep down, she knew that he should take it as a compliment. She just wasn’t sure if she was ready to admit why.
“Sorry for disrupting you. I’ll head out,” Jalen said suddenly.
Karla looked up from her plate, hesitating. She should let him go. She should let him walk out that door and keep things professional and safe, but instead, the words came out before she could stop them.
“You’re not disrupting me.”
Jalen paused, one hand on the chair as he was about to push it back. He watched her carefully.
“You sure?”
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