The Beyonder's Prophecy
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
Sunlight filtered through the blinds in long golden stripes, casting a calm glow over Karla’s office. The smell of coffee and lavender from her desk diffuser lingered faintly. Megan sat across from Karla, wearing a black blazer over a black top and beige-colored slacks with black So Kate heels. Her hair was down cascading down her right shoulder. Finally, her makeup was flawless punctuated by her purple-colored lipstick.
Karla was sitting in a body-hugging grey dress with vertical seam lines and a black contrasting, parting panel with buttons going down the front from the neck line to the stomach area. She wore a fitted black leather jacket over it and completed the look with black leather high-heeled pumps.
She was 48 hours removed from her incredible weekend with Jalen, and while she had no regrets, she couldn’t ignore the new dynamic that now existed between her and Megan, and the fact that what she did with her client’s baby daddy was extremely unprofessional. She couldn’t keep quiet about it. She had to tell Megan the truth, and if it meant that Megan would demand a new attorney then she would respect her decision and live with it, even though Karla was confident she stood the best chance of getting Megan the best outcome in this case.
Karla looked at Megan and admired how much she had really been coming into her own as an independent woman. Megan looked so well-put together despite the stressful circumstances, which was a testament to her growing confidence since leaving Chris’s oppressive household.
“Okay,” Megan said, glancing up, “so here are some other documents I was able to pull from our accounts, and—”
“Megan...” Karla interrupted, her voice tight, hesitant. “There’s ... something I need to tell you first.”
Megan looked up. “Okay ... what’s up?”
Karla paused. Her throat tightened. “I, um ... I spent more time with Jalen last week ... with the intention of getting more information about Chris’ treatment of you from him, and ... well ... he and I ... grew close, and by close, I mean—”
“You had sex with him,” Megan finished for her, not missing a beat.
Karla blinked. “Wait—what?”
Megan smiled, folding her arms. “Karla. I’ve seen that look in your eyes for weeks now. Every time his name comes up, your spine loses 10% of its rigidity.”
Karla’s mouth opened and closed then she finally found her words. “Well ... I ... I thought I was hiding that pretty well...” she mumbled a little dazed.
“You were. From yourself.” Megan replied, now smiling harder.
Karla exhaled, her voice low. “I didn’t want you to think I was unprofessional. That I blurred a line that—”
Megan waved her off. “Girl, please. I like that you let yourself feel something. That you loved him anyway even though it made zero fucking sense. That’s what makes it real.”
Karla stared at her, speechless. Relief crashed through her body like a tide. She let out a soft, choked laugh.
“Wow. I ... I really thought you were going to judge me, or ... feel like I betrayed you, and you’d request a new attorney.”
Megan raised an eyebrow. “Judge you for falling in love with a man who’s quite frankly the most honest, real, and sexiest man you’ll ever find, and who has four other women who see the same thing?”
A beat passed before both women burst into laughter. They laughed for a good minute.
After gathering themselves, Megan straightened up and then took Karla’s hand.
“Look, I never asked Jalen to be exclusive. He made it very clear to me before we even started our affair that he couldn’t. All I asked of him was to love me and be there for me and this baby, and he has done that and so much more.” Megan squeezed Karla’s hand harder and continued. “I understand why other women love him because I do too. I’m happy that you allowed yourself to fall for him and choose him on your terms. You deserve the kind of love that Jalen gives, Karla, and he deserves you just like he deserves me.
Karla felt tears well up in her eyes. She did her best to fight them back, but she still had to grab a tissue.
“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that.” Karla said, dabbing her eyes and trying to keep her voice steady. “I really want to do right by you, Megan. I want to win this case and take every last dime from that arrogant bastard, Chris, that I can for you. You deserve that too.”
“I already know that I have a lawyer who’s going to do that for me.” Megan said, smiling. “I wouldn’t dream of having anyone else now.”
Karla beamed at her. “Thank you.”
“Now,” Megan said, sitting up straighter with a wicked grin, “tell me everything, and don’t skimp out on the details, girl.”
Karla laughed. “We still have your case stuff to get through—”
“Fuck the case for five minutes. Spill it.”
Karla hesitated, unable to contain her smile, then she leaned back into her chair.
“It’s a long story...”
“Trust me babe. I got time.” Megan said, leaning back in her chair too.
The Westward wine cellar project was behind Jalen, and now, he was hunting for his next big project. He had largely been doing smaller projects at various clients’ homes since then. Now, thanks once again to a recommendation from Jim Harbor, the Executive Director at Wellness Georgia, where Jalen did the storage room project a couple of months prior, he’d just landed his next potential big fish.
A prominent Georgia politician from Bartow County, named Tim Horner, had been looking to have one of his old large sheds transformed into a prominent guest house detached from his home in the back of his property.
Tim served in the Georgia House of Representatives and was also a very wealthy businessman stemming from owning multiple successful car dealerships in Bartow County. Tim was very good friends with Jim Harbor, and when Tim asked Jim about a contractor, Jim quickly recommended Jalen, citing the work he did on their storage room and assuring Tim that he was the best he would find.
On Monday, a little over a week after his amazing weekend with Karla, Jalen pulled up to the long, winding driveway leading to the Horner estate, a sprawling property in Bartow County. The sheer size of the land was ridiculous. Several acres of pristine grass, perfectly spaced trees, and a massive brick colonial-style mansion sitting at the highest point of the property. The American flag and the Georgia state flag waved proudly on poles near the front entrance. A detached six-car garage stood to the side, likely filled with expensive vehicles. As he eased his truck to a stop near the main house, Jalen adjusted his fitted polo shirt and took a steady breath. He had been in plenty of spaces like this before. Places where people like him, unfortunately, weren’t always welcomed with open arms. Money was money though, and if Tim Horner could cut a fat check, Jalen would take it.
He stepped out of the truck just as the front door swung open. A tall, stocky white man in his late 40s with greyish brown hair and a thick mustache came walking down the steps. His gait was confident, the kind of confidence that came from knowing he owned everything around him.
This was Tim Horner.
Jalen noticed immediately how Tim’s expression shifted the second he laid eyes on him. His face didn’t outright frown, but the flicker of unpleasant surprise was clear as day.
“Yeah, you weren’t expecting me to be Black, huh?” Jalen thought but kept his face perfectly neutral.
“Jalen Moss?” Tim asked, stopping a few feet away.
“Yes, sir. Good to meet you, Mr. Horner.” Jalen extended his hand, keeping his posture firm and professional.
Tim hesitated. It was a fraction of a second, but Jalen caught it.
Then, Tim clasped his hand, giving him a strong, business-like shake.
“Likewise,” Tim said, though his tone lacked the warmth he probably would have had if Jalen were a white contractor. “Jim Harbor speaks highly of you.”
“I appreciate that. I make sure my work speaks for itself.” Jalen responded.
Tim nodded, studying Jalen for a moment before turning. “Come on, let’s take a walk.”
Jalen followed as Tim led him around the property, giving him a rundown of what he wanted.
“So, this old shed here,” Tim said, motioning toward a massive weathered wooden structure, “I want it completely gutted and turned into a luxury guest house. Full kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, living space. Basically a little high-end retreat out here.”
Jalen took a few steps around, inspecting the structure. It was doable, but it wasn’t gonna be cheap.
“You have a budget in mind?” Jalen asked.
Tim scoffed. “I don’t do ‘budgets,’ son. I want the best. You just tell me what that costs.”
Jalen kept his expression neutral. “Son,” huh? He hadn’t heard that one since he worked on a job in Forsyth County. Then there was the “I don’t do budgets”. Big money talk. That was fine. Jalen could work with that.
“Understood.” Jalen replied calmly.
Tim watched Jalen as he started making notes on his tablet. “How long you been in the business?” He asked.
“Been running my own company for two years, but I’ve been in contracting a lot longer than that.” Jalen responded while continuing to write in his tablet.
Tim nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You do a lot of jobs like this?”
Jalen knew exactly what he was asking. “I do a lot of high-end renovations. I’ve worked on custom home builds, commercial projects, and full remodels. I just finished a wine cellar project at the Westward mansion in Buckhead.”
Tim’s eyebrows lifted slightly at that. “Chris Westward? No shit.”
“Yes, sir.”
Tim let out a dry chuckle. “That son of a bitch is the most arrogant lawyer I’ve ever met.”
Jalen grinned slightly. “Yeah, he’s got a lot of ... personality.”
Tim snorted. “That’s a polite way to put it.”
Before the conversation could continue, a voice called out from behind them. “Daddy, where did you—oh.”
Jalen turned and saw a young woman standing a few feet away. She was stunning. Long, wavy auburn-red hair that framed a face so strikingly symmetrical that she could easily have been a model. Her green eyes were piercing, filled with a mix of curiosity and something else Jalen couldn’t quite place. Her lips were full and coated with a soft shade of pink lipstick, and her toned, curvy figure looked completely effortless and was impossible to ignore.
She was wearing a light-yellow sleeveless sundress. The dress had a V-neck with thin spaghetti straps, a slightly cinched or elasticized waist, a flowy tiered skirt that stopped just above her knees. She paired it with white flip flops. Her nails were manicured with acrylic and painted a light pink and her toenails were painted the same color. Jalen noticed immediately the way her eyes locked onto him, not in the way her father had, but with genuine intrigue.
Tim gestured toward Jalen. “Heidi, this is Jalen Moss. He’s the contractor I’m looking at for the guest house. Jalen, this is my oldest daughter, Heidi.”
Heidi’s lips parted slightly, like she was about to say something, but stopped herself. Instead, she extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Jalen.”
Jalen took her hand, and the moment he did ... The warmth. The pull.
“Oh, shit. No. NO. NOT HERE.” Jalen thought.
Jalen kept his expression neutral, but internally, his stomach dropped because now he knew ... Heidi Horner ... was one of the eight.
His grip was firm but brief as he released Heidi’s hand. Internally, though, his mind was spinning. He had barely processed Karla, and now this? The daughter of a wealthy, influential politician? This was the last thing he needed.
Heidi was still looking at him, like she had just felt something too, but she quickly masked it. She was sharp, Jalen could tell. Observant.
“Nice to meet you too,” Jalen said, his voice steady, despite the chaos in his head.
Tim barely noticed the brief moment between them. “Heidi’s in law school,” he said, almost like a brag. “Third-year at Emory.”
Jalen nodded. “That’s impressive.”
Heidi shrugged looking down with a shy smile. “It keeps me busy, I guess.”
Tim clapped his hands together. “Alright, well, Jalen, I’ll be expecting a full proposal in my inbox by next week. Make it good.”
“Absolutely,” Jalen said.
Tim nodded, but before turning to head back toward the house, he glanced at Jalen again.
“And keep me updated, alright? I don’t like waiting around for answers.”
“Yeah, I bet you don’t.” Jalen thought.
“Understood.” Jalen then said aloud.
Tim walked off, but Heidi stayed behind for a second longer. She tilted her head slightly, her green eyes studying Jalen again, like she was trying to figure something out.
“I’ll see you around, Jalen.” She said smiling.
With that, she turned and followed her father back toward the house.
Jalen exhaled slowly once they were out of sight. He finished taking pictures, taking measurements, and taking notes on the shed before leaving the residence to go back home and write up his proposal..., and figure out how the hell he would navigate this crazy situation.
Jalen drove back toward Atlanta, gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual. His mind wouldn’t shut up. Heidi Horner. It didn’t make sense. This situation was already insane, but this? This felt impossible. A politician’s daughter? A woman raised in a family that likely felt uncomfortable shaking his hand, let alone accept him as anything more than a vendor working on their property? How the hell was this supposed to happen?
He pulled up to his apartment, grabbed his notebook, and went inside. He sat at his desk, opening his laptop to start working on his proposal, but his mind refused to focus. Every time he tried to map out costs and labor estimates, his thoughts drifted back to Heidi. Her sharp green eyes. The way she studied him. The slight hesitation in her voice, like she had felt something but didn’t want to acknowledge it.
Jalen sighed, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his hands down his face. He couldn’t do this again. Not right now. He had Rachel, Megan, Kristen, and Sydney, all pregnant, and after their weekend together, Karla could be as well. That was already an overwhelming reality to process. And now the Beyonder wanted him to figure out how to navigate a situation with Heidi Horner of all people?
Jalen exhaled sharply. “Beyonder! We need to talk. Now.”
Silence.
Jalen scowled. “Nah, don’t pull that disappearing act now! I need answers! How the hell is this supposed to happen?”
Still nothing.
Jalen clenched his jaw and turned back to his laptop. Fine. If the Beyonder wasn’t going to explain, then he wasn’t going to stress over it tonight. For now, he had a proposal to finish. For now, Heidi was just a client’s daughter. At least, that’s what he told himself.
Later that same night, Heidi Horner sat in her bedroom, perched at her desk with a thick law textbook open in front of her, but she hadn’t turned the page in over ten minutes. Her mind wasn’t on the material. It was on the contractor, Jalen Moss. That name kept echoing in her head, like a song she couldn’t shake. She tapped her highlighter against the edge of the book absently, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the lines of text that weren’t registering at all.
He was handsome. That was the first thing she noticed. Not just physically, though he absolutely was. Tall, strong build, and light chocolate skin that seemed to gleam in the afternoon sun, but it was also something else. The way he looked at her when they shook hands like he saw her, and then there was that feeling. An inexplicable warm, magnetic pull that moved through her the moment their skin touched. It unsettled her.
Nothing about it made sense. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and biting lightly at the tip of her thumb. Why was she thinking about him like this? Nevermind the fact that her parents as well as her church pastor would scold her for having lustful thoughts like this.
Jalen wasn’t just a stranger, he was a contractor. A Black contractor at that, and worse, someone who didn’t appear to align with her family’s way of life. She had picked up on it immediately. It was in the way he carried himself. He seemed confident and composed like he had nothing to prove to anyone, and like he’d been through things. Real things. The kind of things no one in her gated, pristine world ever talked about. He hadn’t been rude. Far from it. In fact, he had been professional and respectful..., but that energy. That undeniable energy between them.
Heidi pushed her chair back and stood up abruptly, pacing her room like she was trying to shake the thoughts loose. This was ridiculous. She was a Christian. She had values. She had discipline, and she sure as hell didn’t entertain thoughts about men who weren’t aligned with what she believed, but then again ... she wasn’t a virgin anymore either, was she?
She swallowed hard, that familiar guilt bubbling to the surface. Her parents didn’t know. No one in her circles knew. In college she had sex at least once with each of the two guys she had dated. Her ex boyfriends had each understood the sensitivity of the situation and agreed to keep the encounters a secret.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. So why was Jalen making all of those feelings stir up again? He wasn’t even trying to flirt with her, and yet, somehow, it felt like he was already in her head. The real problem, however, was that she liked it. She had liked the way he stood toe to toe with her father without flinching, the way he didn’t get flustered when her father gave him that look, and the way his voice sounded, deep, calm, grounded. It made her wonder what else he was grounded in.
Heidi wasn’t the kind of girl who got tempted, except ... apparently, she was since she couldn’t get Jalen Moss out of her head. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed. Her heart was racing, and she knew damn well it had nothing to do with her law reading.
“I need to focus,” she muttered to herself. “This is just a project. He’s just a contractor. This doesn’t mean anything.”
She knew she was lying to herself though. Something had started, and no matter how hard she tried to deny it, she could already feel that it was going to be impossible to ignore. Heidi turned off her lamp, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers up high, but sleep didn’t come easy that night. Not with Jalen Moss’s face lingering behind her eyelids, and that inexplicable, maddening, exhilarating pull she couldn’t explain.
Jalen submitted the most ambitious proposal he could come up with. If Tim Horner accepted it and Jalen completed the project, it would yield a payday three times the amount of Chris Westward’s project, which was saying something because Chris Westwood’s project had yielded Jalen’s highest payday ever.
Jalen sat at his desk, sipping his coffee, staring at his laptop screen. His mouse hovered over the “Sent” folder, confirming that his ambitious proposal had officially been sent to Tim Horner.
His gut told him that this was either going to be the biggest payday of his career or a complete waste of time. He didn’t expect a quick response.
Then... DING. An email notification popped up.
From: Tim Horner Subject: Re: Guest House Renovation Proposal
Jalen exhaled sharply, steeling himself as he clicked on the message.
Jalen, Thanks for sending this over. I took a quick look through the numbers, and I’ll be honest with you, it was more than I was anticipating, however, I appreciate the level of detail you included and the craftsmanship you’re proposing. I’d like to discuss a few things before making a decision. Can you come back out to the property this Friday at 11:00 AM to go over the details in person? Let me know if that works for you. Best, Tim Horner
Jalen leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin.
“Shit.”
This wasn’t a rejection but it wasn’t an acceptance either.
Tim Horner wasn’t the kind of guy to waste time. If he was inviting Jalen back out, it meant he was genuinely considering hiring him, but that also meant Jalen would be spending more time around the Horner family ... including Heidi.
He closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing himself. This job was way too big to pass up. He had to go through with it. Jalen grabbed his phone and typed his response.
Mr. Horner, Thanks for the quick response. I’d be happy to meet this Friday at 11:00 AM to go over everything. I’m looking forward to discussing the details in person. See you then, Jalen Moss
That Friday, Jalen pulled into the long driveway of the Horner estate at exactly 10:58 AM. Jalen took a deep breath before stepping out of his truck. He’s dressed in his usual fitted polo and work boots, keeping things professional but sharp. He grabbed his work tablet and headed toward the house.
Tim was waiting for him on the porch, arms crossed. “Mornin’, Moss.”
“Morning, Mr. Horner. Appreciate you having me back.”
“Let’s get to it. Follow me.”
Tim didn’t waste time on pleasantries. He turned and lead Jalen toward the shed that would become the guest house. As they walked, Jalen kept his focus strictly on the job, not the fact that somewhere on this property, Heidi was likely here too.
They arrived at the shed. Tim ran his hand along the wooden support beams, nodding to himself before turning to Jalen.
“Alright, here’s where I’m at. I like your vision, but some of these finishes you’re suggesting, high-end tile, luxury fixtures, imported wood flooring, might be overkill for what I need. You willing to make some adjustments?”
Jalen expected this. Tim wasn’t balking at the price entirely, just looking to negotiate, which was funny considering yesterday, he had said he didn’t do budgets. Still, negotiation was a good sign.
Jalen nodded. “I can definitely adjust some materials without compromising the quality. How much are you looking to cut?”
Tim stroked his chin. “Just the stuff that I mentioned that feels unnecessary.”
Jalen quickly did the mental math. It would still make this project the largest payday of his career by a long shot.
“I can make that happen. I’ll send over a revised proposal this afternoon.”
Tim nodded in approval.
“Good. I’ll have my lawyer look it over, and if everything looks right, we can sign by Monday.”
Jalen extended his hand. “Looking forward to it.”
Tim shook it firmly. “Me too.”
As Jalen turned to leave ... The door to the back porch swung open. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Heidi.
Her long, auburn waves caught the light as she stepped onto the porch, wearing a casual but flattering fitted top and jeans. She paused when she saw Jalen standing there. Their eyes met, and just like before, Jalen felt it. The pull. The warm, unmistakable sensation that he knew all too well by now. Tim didn’t notice, but Heidi clearly did. Her green eyes lingered on Jalen for a second too long before she looked away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Jalen quickly looked away and headed towards his truck.
The next day, Jalen sends over the revised proposal and Tim Horner approved. They both signed via the DocuSign app and Jalen told Tim that he’d be ready to begin the following Monday.
So, that following Monday morning, Jalen pulled to the Horner estate at 7:45 AM sharp, ready to begin work on the most ambitious project of his career. His truck was loaded with supplies, preliminary materials for the foundation, framing tools, and everything needed to begin the first phase of construction. He’s crew that he contracted to help him with this project pulled up shortly after.
As he parked near the shed, he took a deep breath. This job wasn’t just about the payday anymore. It was about navigating the complicated, dangerous waters of the Horner family. Tim was straightforward, but Heidi was going to be the real problem. Jalen grabbed his hard hat and stepped out, determined to keep things strictly professional. At least, that was the plan.
At 8 AM, another truck pulled up. It contained the four guys that Jalen trusted from previous projects and that he contracted to help him with this one. They unloaded tools, began clearing the interior of the shed, and started mapping out the foundation adjustments. Everything was going smoothly.
Jalen eventually finally looked towards the house, and sure enough, there she was. Heidi was standing at a distance, maybe 50 yards away, arms folded, wearing a fitted short-sleeved top and high-waisted jeans with white sneakers. Simple and casual, but on her, effortlessly stunning. Her red hair was pulled back today, revealing more of her face. Her expression was curious. Hesitant. Guarded. After a few seconds, she turned and walked back into the house. Jalen exhaled through his nose and shook his head.
By lunch, the team had finished gutting the entire shed and removed all the debris to the dumpster parked in the driveway. The framing supplies had arrived, and Jalen was finalizing plans with the plumber when his phone buzzed. It was a text message from Tim Horner.
Tim: “My daughter made lunch and insisted that you have some. Come inside when you get a break.”
Jalen frowns. “The fuck?”
Jalen texts back: “Hi Mr. Horner. I appreciate it, but I’m good. I usually eat on site with the crew.”
Tim replies instantly: “Heidi made extra. Just come in and have some so she doesn’t get upset.”
Jalen sighed, staring at the screen. He didn’t want this, but turning it down might cause more friction with Tim, and right now, that was not a risk he could afford.
He walked over to his crew. “Hey, take your lunch now. You can eat out here or head to the truck. I’ll be back in twenty.”
They nodded, already grabbing their coolers and Gatorades. Jalen wiped the sweat from his brow, dusted off his boots, and headed toward the main house. When he got there, he walked onto the back porch and slid the opened the door which led directly into the kitchen.
There stood Heidi wearing a white and pink floral dress with wedge shoes on her feet. Her hair was down cascading down her shoulders and back. Her acrylic nails and toenails were now a light purple color. She looked nervous.
“Hey,” she said, not making eye contact right away.
“Hey,” Jalen replied flatly, keeping his tone neutral.
“I made sandwiches and salad,” she said, motioning toward the kitchen island, where a spread of food was laid out. “Figured you and your crew could use something fresh.”
Jalen studied her. “Appreciate it. They’re eating outside. Your father insisted that I come in though.”
She nodded, brushing her hands down her legs. She paused before saying, “You’re not what I expected,” she blurted out.
Jalen arched an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
“Not in a bad way,” she quickly added. “Just ... different. I thought you’d be...” She trailed off, clearly unsure how to finish that sentence without sounding like an asshole.
Jalen smiled dryly. “Yeah. I know what you thought.”
Heidi’s face flushed. “No! No! I meant...,” she exhaled, “Look, I’m not trying to be rude. I just, this is new for me, okay?”
Jalen smiled harder, amused by how flustered she was. “Your family ever work with a black contractor before?” He asked bluntly.
She hesitated. “No.”
Jalen nodded slowly but said nothing.
They locked eyes. For the first time since they met, neither one looked away.
She broke eye contact first, biting her lip, visibly trying to regain control of herself. “You should eat.”
“Yeah,” Jalen said, stepping forward. “I should.”
He grabbed a plate and started making a sandwich while she watched him, arms still folded, like she was trying not to let her hands do something reckless.
“My dad keeps talking about how he’s been told you’re the best contractor around,” Heidi said casually, though her voice was tight. “He’s really curious to see if it’s true.”
Jalen exhaled through his nose, setting his sandwich down. His eyes didn’t leave hers. “He’s not the only one curious,” he said flatly.
That hit. She shifted slightly where she stood not saying anything at first. Then, quieter, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jalen stepped a little closer, not threatening, but unapologetically direct. “It means I’ve seen that look before,” he said. “You’ve been watching me all morning.”
Heidi crossed her arms tighter. “You’re working in my backyard.”
“I was working in Buckhead last month. That was a big property as well. Nobody stared like you.”
That flush creeped up her neck again. Heidi opened her mouth, but nothing came out right away.
Jalen leaned in slightly, voice lower. “You felt something, didn’t you? The other day when we met.”
Her jaw tensed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, you do.”
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