The Beyonder's Prophecy
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
On that same morning, the wooden pews of Pinegrove Baptist Church were as familiar to Heidi Horner as her own bedroom. Sitting wedged between her mother and her younger sister, Leslie, with her father anchoring the aisle seat, Heidi usually found a comforting, predictable rhythm in the Sunday morning service.
But today, the rhythm was entirely broken.
At the pulpit, Pastor Miller wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with a pristine white handkerchief. “First Peter, chapter five, verse eight tells us to be sober-minded and watchful,” his voice boomed, echoing off the high, vaulted ceiling. “Because your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. And how does he devour us, church? Through distractions. Through the sudden, unexpected temptations of the flesh that pull our eyes away from the Lord and toward the secular world!”
Usually, this was the part of the sermon where Heidi would uncap her pen and take diligent notes in the margins of her Bible.
Today, the pen remained capped in her lap. The words, which normally grounded her, just felt like empty noise washing over her head.
Distractions. Temptations. Heidi stared blankly at the stained-glass window behind the choir. She couldn’t help but wonder if Pastor Miller would consider Jalen Moss a temptation sent straight from the devil.
If she stood up right now and confessed that her mind had been consumed by a tattooed, smooth-talking Black contractor building their guest house, the entire congregation would probably hold a prayer circle for her soul.
But as Heidi sat there, her logical, law-student brain began to rebel against the sermon. How could Jalen possibly be an agent of the devil? He hadn’t done a single thing wrong. He had been nothing but completely respectful, polite, and professional to both her and her father.
He hadn’t tried to lure her into anything. If she was being completely honest with herself, she was the one pushing the conversations. She was the one lingering in the driveway. She was the one scrolling through his Instagram late at night.
If Jalen was a snare, she was the one actively trying to step into it.
Heidi subtly shifted in the hard wooden pew, her shoulder brushing against Leslie’s. The truth was, this restless, suffocating feeling hadn’t started with Jalen.
Long before his black truck ever pulled into their driveway, Heidi had felt like she was just drifting blindly through her own life.
She had spent twenty-four years keeping up appearances, molding herself into the exact shape that would make her parents proud. She stayed out of trouble. She didn’t associate with the kinds of people her parents disapproved of.
She was in the pew every single Sunday. She was even getting her law degree, though she knew full well her parents viewed it as a temporary placeholder, silently hoping she would just find a nice, wholesome Christian husband soon, settle down, and start having children.
She was doing everything “right,” but lately, there had been a hollowness in her chest that had been growing more and more noticeable. There was absolutely nothing about her life that truly invigorated her.
Worse, she’d grown increasingly tired of being constantly reminded at home and at church to make sure she wasn’t being anything that would make her an “ungodly” woman.
Her mother constantly ranted about the “sinful” Instagram models and celebrities out there flaunting their looks. The truth was, Heidi was often intrigued by this woman and made her more curious about her own body and sense of style.
She found that she liked dresses that were a bit shorter and more form-fitting to reveal more of her figure. She also liked to put on higher heels every so often.
She had a couple of these dresses hidden in her closet but she’d only worn them a couple of times because she knew her mother would likely find them scandalous somehow and immediately tell her to go change.
She also had a pair of nude high heeled pumps she’d occasionally wear, but only when she was going somewhere her parents wouldn’t be. She’d even learned to walk in them without falling which she was genuinely proud of.
Lately, Heidi had found herself wondering more and more about the things she was strictly told to avoid. She wondered what it actually felt like to engage in the kind of freedom, passion, and raw life she had only ever seen in movies, shows, or read about on the internet.
The curiosity had been building inside her for years. Jalen didn’t create the spark; he was just the gasoline.
Heidi looked back up at the pulpit. What if everyone here has it completely backward? she thought, her heart picking up a sudden, rebellious rhythm.
What if Jalen wasn’t God’s test of her restraint? What if Jalen was God’s way of intervening? What if God was trying to wake her up, using Jalen to show her that there was an entirely different side of life she was meant to embrace?
The moment the thought fully formed in her head, she almost laughed out loud. She quickly suppressed it, turning her head slightly to look at her father.
Tim Horner was nodding vigorously along with Pastor Miller’s warnings against the secular world, his jaw set with righteous conviction.
Heidi scoffed internally. Yeah, right. She knew her parents. She knew her father was deeply set in his ways. There was absolutely no universe where Tim Horner would ever look at Jalen Moss and see a divine blessing for his daughter. He would only ever see a contractor who didn’t belong in their world.
But as the choir stood up to begin the closing hymn, Heidi realized she didn’t care what her father saw. She only cared about what she felt, and what she felt was a magnetic, terrifying pull that she couldn’t ignore anymore.
She really wanted to talk to Jalen again. And she was determined to do it without her family watching her every move.
Later that week, on Wednesday evening, Heidi sat on her bed with her lamp casting a soft glow across her room. Her phone was in her hand, the screen already pulled up to Jalen’s Instagram page. She stared at it for the tenth time, thumb hovering over the Message button.
Don’t do it.
She tapped it anyway. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard now.
Just ask something simple. Casual. You’re not flirting. You’re being polite. Friendly. Curious.
She typed out a message.
Heidi: “Hey! Hope this isn’t weird! I was just thinking about that guest house project and was wondering how long something like that usually takes.”
She stared at it. Read it again. It sounded neutral. Innocent. Informational. Totally normal. She hit SEND and immediately regretted it.
She put her phone down like it was radioactive and flopped back against her pillows.
What am I doing?
A few seconds later, her phone buzzed. She sat up so fast she nearly pulled a muscle.
“Jalen Moss messaged you,” the notification read on her screen. She opened it up and read it.
Jalen: “Hey. Not weird. Timeline depends on how many surprises we run into, but best-case? Around 10-12 weeks. Why? Thinking about moving in?”
Her heart skipped a beat. She bit her lip and typed a reply.
Heidi: “Haha, nooo, just curious. It’s definitely looking more like a guest house than a shed now. You guys are fast.”
30 seconds later, another buzz.
Jalen: “We don’t play around. Gotta impress your dad, right?”
She smirked, hesitated, then typed: “My dad isn’t the one who needs impressing.”
Delete. Retype.
Heidi: “Lol well you’ve definitely impressed me so far.”
That’s better. Still flirty, but vague enough to deny later if she had to. She hit SEND, and now she was in it.
A minute later, Jalen responded.
Jalen: “You trying to get me in trouble, Heidi?”
Heidi stared at the message and felt her stomach do a flip.
God, why does that sound so good coming from him?
She smiled and tapped out her reply.
Heidi: “Only if you deserve it ... and maybe a little.”
She hit SEND before she could talk herself out of it. She immediately pulled her knees to her chest, phone clutched between her fingers, adrenaline spiking. It was playful, maybe a little bold, but she wanted to see how he’d respond.
Three dots appeared ... then disappeared ... then came back ... then stayed. Then a new message popped up.
Jalen: “I definitely don’t deserve it ... but I’m starting to think you’re trouble.”
Heidi bit her lip, hard. Her fingers hovered again. Her head said log off. Her heart said lean in.
Heidi: “And what if I am?”
SEND. A full minute passed. Then Jalen responded.
Jalen: “Then I need to stay the hell away from you, because trouble with you sounds really tempting.”
Heidi stared at the screen, pulse pounding.
Shoot. What the hell am I getting myself into?
Damn, did it feel good, though.
A minute later, Heidi had barely set her phone down, still catching her breath from the DM exchange, when she heard the familiar knock-twist-open combo at her door.
“Sweetheart?” her mother’s voice chirped as the door opened.
Heidi quickly flipped her phone face down on the bed, sitting up straighter. “Hey, Mom.”
Sylvia Horner stepped inside with a soft smile and a freshly pressed blouse, looking like she had just stepped out of a Southern Living magazine shoot. She sat on the edge of the bed and patted Heidi’s leg like she used to when Heidi was little.
“I wanted to talk to you about this Sunday,” Sylvia said. “The church is doing a singles luncheon after service for the young adults, and I thought it might be nice for you to meet someone.”
Heidi blinked. “Meet someone?”
“Yes.” Her mother’s eyes lit up. “Hunter. He’s the son of my friend Linda. Remember her? Blonde, sings in the choir. Anyway, Hunter’s working with his father’s company now. Drives a nice truck, loves dogs, goes hunting. A very nice young man.”
Heidi smiled politely, but her stomach sank.
Hunter. Father’s company. Truck. Hunting. He was everything her mother wanted for her, and perhaps a few weeks ago, he would have been, but now all she could think about was the rough timber of Jalen’s voice in those DMs.
The way he looked at her like he wasn’t afraid of her sharp edges, and the tension under the surface of every one of their interactions.
“Heidi?” Sylvia tilted her head. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Heidi quickly snapped back to reality and forced a smile. “Yeah ... he sounds great.”
Her mind was still on Jalen though. The sweat on his brow, the sun hitting his skin as he worked out back, eyes locking with hers like he saw through every layer of her upbringing and expected her to still rise.
Sylvia patted her leg again, satisfied. “I’ll let Linda know. I think you two would really hit it off.”
Heidi nodded absently. After her mom left the room, Heidi sat on the edge of her bed, staring down at her phone. The screen was dark, but her mind was racing,
Should I do it?
She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Jalen all day, and she really wanted some one-on-one time with him.
Something about him got under her skin. There was something about his confidence, calmness, and the way he said exactly what he meant, and God help her, the way he looked at her like he wasn’t intimidated one bit.
What was she even doing, though? Asking him to “hang out”? Was she insane? She could already hear her father losing his mind. Could already see the headlines if this ever got out.
Still, the idea of talking to Jalen without everyone else watching and without the weight of her last name or his job hanging over them felt right. She wanted to hear what he had to say without the filter or the pressure. She wanted truth.
She picked up her phone and opened his Instagram DM thread again. Her finger hovered over the keyboard, and then she typed out a message:
“Hey, random thought. Would you ever be open to grabbing a coffee sometime? Just to talk. I feel like there’s stuff I can’t say around here.”
She stared at it. Then deleted the whole thing.
She typed again: “Do you ever take a break from building things to just chill?”
Nope. Weak. Deleted.
She sighed and tossed the phone on the bed, flopping back against her pillows.
“This is so stupid,” she muttered aloud.
Her heart was still beating a little too fast, though. She wanted to send something. She just didn’t know how to ask without sounding obvious, reckless, or like some girl with a crush.
A few minutes later, Heidi’s phone buzzed. She blinked, reaching over, assuming it was another text from her mom or some reminder about church or Hunter, but no, it was Jalen Moss again.
She tapped the notification with hesitant fingers, her pulse already rising given his last message.
Jalen: “Hey, would you be down to roll with me to a pizza joint? Just you and me? It’s a low-key spot about 20 minutes from your house. Maybe we can finally talk without too many eyes on us.”
Heidi sat up in bed, heart thudding. For a second, all she could do was stare at the message. He had just asked her to hang out. He did it and she didn’t have to. It was like he read her damn mind. This was exactly what she wanted.
She bit her bottom lip, rereading it. He wasn’t asking for anything inappropriate. He wasn’t trying to cross a line. He just wanted to talk, and the fact that he asked her first to talk outside the walls of his job, away from the tension at her house, meant more than she expected. She took a breath, thumb hovering over her screen. Then she typed.
Heidi: “Yeah. I’d like that.”
She hesitated, then added: “When?”
The second it was sent, she exhaled. For once, though, she didn’t want to overthink it.
Heidi saw the response pop up immediately.
Jalen: “You free this Friday? Around 8?”
Her stomach did a little somersault. She hadn’t even figured out what cover story she would try to give her parents yet, but her fingers moved on their own.
Heidi: “I can make that work.”
She stared at the message after sending it. No emojis. No overthinking. Her pulse was racing, though. Friday. 8 p.m. Dinner with Jalen.
Not “contractor Jalen,” not “man my father’s paying to build a guest house,” but the real Jalen. The man who made her feel things she’d never felt before.
Now all she had to do was come up with a damn excuse to leave the house looking put together. It had to be something believable and that didn’t scream “I’m going to meet a man my father would absolutely lose his mind over.”
Because it was game over if her parents found out.
Jalen locked his phone screen and set it face-down on the nightstand. The faint glow faded, leaving the bedroom bathed in the soft, pale moonlight slipping through the blinds.
Beside him, Sydney shifted on her side, letting out a soft, rhythmic snore. Her pregnancy symptoms had been kicking her ass all week, and the sheer physical exhaustion had pulled her into a deep, uninterrupted sleep hours ago.
Jalen lay flat on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling, a wave of sheer disbelief washing over him. He couldn’t quite believe his own audacity. He had just invited Heidi Horner out for pizza. A one-on-one meetup entirely outside the boundaries of his contract work. It was flirting with absolute disaster.
If her father found out that the contractor he hired to build their guest house was secretly taking his daughter out on a Friday night, the fallout would be catastrophic. It wouldn’t just get him fired from a lucrative job; it could severely damage his business and reputation.
So why the hell did he do it?
For one, Heidi might as well have been screaming for it through the phone. He could read between the lines of every carefully crafted, supposedly innocent text she had sent. She was desperately looking for a doorway to ask him out, circling the idea but hesitating to actually pull the trigger. So, Jalen simply did it for her.
But the real reason ran much deeper. Jalen had been here before, and he had tried to resist before. He remembered the early days with Kristen at the Wellness Georgia office, and with Megan at the Westward mansion.
He had genuinely tried to stay professional. He had tried to keep his head down, do the work, and not deliberately fraternize with them. And yet, despite all his efforts and boundaries, he wound up intimately intertwined with them anyway.
He could feel that exact same, undeniable pull with Heidi, and it was blindingly obvious she felt it too. He could try to pretend nothing was happening. He could focus strictly on the framing and drywall of the guest house and try to keep their interactions strictly surface-level. But his past experiences had proven that it was a losing battle. Things were going to inevitably turn personal regardless of what he did.
So maybe it made more sense to just lean into it. Instead of wasting both of their time dancing around the tension and pretending it didn’t exist, it was better to just address what was happening head-on.
That was why he suggested the meetup.
Still, even with his mind made up, a heavy knot of unease settled deep in Jalen’s stomach. He had played with fire before. But with Heidi, her strict parents, and their deeply entrenched, conservative world, he was playing with a raging inferno.
Jalen turned his head on the pillow, looking back over at Sydney. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, completely unaware of the new, complicated storm brewing just outside their bubble.
He reached out, his hand gently resting on her waist as he listened to her soft snoring. As he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, a sobering reality grounded him. If this blew up in his face, he wasn’t just risking his own livelihood anymore. He had Sydney, Kristen, Megan, Rachel, Karla, and the babies they were carrying depending on him.
It wasn’t just him he had to think about anymore.
On Friday at 6:37 PM, Heidi stood in front of her mirror for what had to have been the 50th time, a pile of rejected outfits scattered across her bed like casualties of war.
A black bodycon dress? Too obvious. The floral sundress she wore to brunch last week? Too sweet. Jeans and a tank top? Too casual. God, why was this so hard?
It wasn’t just about what to wear. It was about what it meant. She wanted Jalen to think she looked good. Hell, she wanted him to want her, but she didn’t want to show up looking like she was auditioning for a music video. She still had her pride and class, and more than that, she had to live with herself after this.
Yet, she pulled a soft olive-green wrap dress from her closet and held it up. It hugged her waist, showed a tasteful amount of cleavage, and complimented her skin and hair without screaming “thirsty”. She paired it with high-waisted jeans that showed off her curves and nude wedges that gave her height without looking like she was trying to seduce him in stilettos. Subtle. Sexy. Safe enough to tell herself it wasn’t a date.
She double-checked her makeup, clean, glowing skin, a soft nude-colored lipstick, lashes full but not overdone. Her signature auburn-red hair was parted to the side, falling effortlessly over one shoulder. Still, she felt the nerves bubbling.
This wasn’t just dinner. This was her stepping into a world her parents would never understand. A world she barely understood herself. With a man who made her think about everything. About herself, the bubble she’d always lived in, what else might be out there, and him.
She checked her phone. 7:13 PM. His message from earlier still sat there.
“You free this Friday? Around 8?”
“I can make that work.”
Heidi took one last look in the mirror and whispered to her reflection, “Don’t screw this up.”
Then she grabbed her bag, her keys, and her courage, and walked out the door.
The low-key pizza joint sat at the edge of a quiet strip center, just off the main road, a place you’d only find if someone told you about it.
Heidi pulled into the parking lot at 7:50 on the dot, nerves simmering just beneath the surface. She took a deep breath and turned off the engine, staring at the entrance for a second.
“You’re just meeting someone to talk. That’s all. You’re not doing anything wrong,” she told herself, trying to calm her nerves.
She’d told her mom she was grabbing dinner with some law school friends. Sylvia bought it easily. Why wouldn’t she? Heidi had played the good daughter for years. The obedient student. The devout churchgoer. The future lawyer with the perfect record, but tonight wasn’t about being perfect.
Tonight was about him.
At 7:55, Jalen’s truck pulled in. Heidi watched as he climbed out, black T-shirt hugging his chest, dark jeans, clean Nike sneakers, and a quiet confidence that made her stomach twist. He hadn’t even spotted her yet, and she was already warm in the face.
Jalen glanced around, then caught sight of her sitting in the car. He smirked, just a little, and started walking toward her. Heidi quickly grabbed her bag and stepped out before he could reach her door.
“Right on time,” he said, eyes scanning her once. Not in a crude way, just enough to make her feel seen.
“You too,” she replied, adjusting her bag strap, hoping he didn’t notice how fast her heart was beating.
“You look nice,” he said, smiling.
She raised a brow, playing it cool. “Thanks. You clean up alright yourself.”
He chuckled under his breath. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”
They walked inside together, close, but not too close, like two people pretending this was just dinner. Like they didn’t both feel the electric current humming quietly between them. The door shut behind them, and for the first time in weeks, Heidi felt like she was exactly where she wasn’t supposed to be, and exactly where she wanted to be.
They found a booth near the back with dim lighting, brick walls, and a jukebox in the corner playing faint 1990s rock.
Jalen let Heidi slide in first, then sat across from her. A waitress took their order—two custom small pies and a couple of sodas. Once she walked off, there was a beat of silence.
Jalen leaned back slightly, arms stretched out along the back of the booth. He studied Heidi for a second. Not in a flirtatious way, but curiously.
“So,” he said, voice low and relaxed. “Tell me about your family.”
Heidi blinked. “You want the polite version or the real one?”
Jalen smirked. “I want your version.”
She exhaled, looking down at her napkin for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “It’s ... well, it’s structured. Very structured. My dad’s a big personality. He sort of ... commands every room. Mom plays support—she’s a church volunteer, fundraiser, plays piano during service. That kind of thing.”
“And you?” he asked. “Were you always the golden child?”
Heidi laughed softly, rolling her eyes. “Pretty much. Straight A’s. Sunday school star. Debated for the conservative youth council. My dad loves telling people I’m in law school at Emory. Says it like it’s a badge of honor.”
Jalen nodded slowly. “Bet he’s got your whole life planned out.”
“From the college I’d go to, to the kind of man I’m supposed to marry.” She paused. “You’ve seen the house. The flags. That’s not just decor. It’s ... it’s an identity.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “And how much of that identity actually fits you?”
That question landed harder than she expected. Heidi looked away for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip.
“I used to think all of it,” she started, her brow furrowing as she searched for the words. “Or, at least, I tried to make it fit. But lately? I don’t know ... less and less, I guess.”
Jalen didn’t push. He just nodded like he understood, because he did.
“Be honest. What would your dad do if he knew about this little meetup?” Jalen asked.
Heidi let out a dry laugh and leaned back in the booth, eyes drifting toward the window like she could see her father’s disapproval materializing in the parking lot.
“Oh, he’d lose his mind,” she said flatly. “Like, full-on meltdown. Bible verses. Gun-cleaning. Talking about how I was raised better. The whole Southern dad starter pack.”
Jalen smiled, but there was a sharpness in his gaze. “Because I’m Black?”
Heidi didn’t flinch, though she did take a slightly uneven breath. “Because you’re you,” she said carefully. “You’re ... you’re everything he can’t control or predict. You’re from a world he doesn’t respect. And...” she hesitated, forcing herself to say it, “yeah, being honest, being Black definitely makes it worse in his eyes.”
She let the words hang there. No sugar-coating or retreating behind a polite smile.
Jalen’s eyes didn’t leave hers. “And yet ... here you are.”
Heidi’s lips curled just slightly. “Yeah. Here I am.”
“You always this rebellious?” he asked.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “But I think ... I think I’m starting to like it.”
The waitress returned with their drinks and the two small pizzas, giving them both a brief reprieve from the tension that had started crackling between them.
As Jalen grabbed a slice, he paused, looking across the table with a slight smirk. “We’re putting a lot on the table for one slice of pizza, huh?”
Heidi let out a breathy, nervous laugh, shoulders dropping slightly. “Are we? I feel like I’m word-vomiting my entire life story to a guy I’ve known for three weeks. I don’t usually do this.”
“Do what?”
“Just ... spill everything,” she said, wrapping her hands around her soda glass. “But it feels ... easier. With you.”
Jalen watched her carefully. “You sure you’re ready for what comes with this?” he asked. “Because I’m not about to be your little secret forever.”
Heidi looked at him. She swallowed hard, her expression a mix of apprehension and resolve. “I don’t want you to be.”
“How much time have you spent around Black people?” Jalen asked bluntly.
Heidi blinked, caught off guard. She set down her drink and tilted her head slightly, considering the question.
“Honestly? Not much,” she admitted. “A couple of classmates at Berry College ... a professor ... some group projects, but ... not like this. Not one-on-one. Not in a setting where I’m not ... where there isn’t a...” she trailed off, struggling to find a phrase that didn’t sound terrible.
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “Keeping a safe distance?”
“I don’t mean physically,” she rushed to clarify, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I mean ... emotionally. Culturally. I grew up in a bubble, Jalen. A big, white, conservative, Jesus-and-guns bubble. My dad’s the kind of man who hears ‘Black Lives Matter’ and immediately starts talking about Chicago crime stats.”
Jalen nodded slowly, sipping his drink. “So, what changed?”
Heidi’s eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a second, the noise of the restaurant disappeared. “You showed up.”
A beat passed. Jalen didn’t break eye contact.
“And what do you see now that I’ve shown up?” he asked, his voice low and calm.
Heidi exhaled, looking down at the table and then back up. She wanted to sound sure, but the truth was, she was completely off-balance. “I don’t know exactly. Just ... someone who challenges me, I guess? Like, you make me question things I thought I had figured out. And ... I want to figure you out. If that makes sense.”
Jalen leaned back, folding his arms. “Careful, Heidi. That sounds dangerously close to growth.”
She smiled, a little self-deprecatingly. “Yeah. Scary stuff.”
Jalen chuckled before asking, “So what did you think I’d be like before you first spoke to me? A gangsta’?”
Heidi’s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed deep red. “No! God, no—I didn’t mean it like that.”
Jalen gave a low chuckle, taking a slow sip of his soda. “Relax. I’m messing with you ... Kinda.”
Heidi let out a nervous laugh, shaking her head. “I honestly didn’t know what to expect. My world’s just ... small. Everyone I grew up around is the same. Same kind of church, same schools, same politics, same everything. You’re the first person that I’ve spent a lot of time around who really lives outside of that.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow, still watching her. “And how’s that going for you so far?”
Heidi smiled again, her voice quieter. “Surprisingly well. Uncomfortable ... I mean, really uncomfortable sometimes ... but kind of freeing.”
Jalen nodded, letting the silence settle for a beat before saying, “Good. Discomfort’s where the truth lives.”
Jalen took a sip of his drink before continuing. “For the record, I like you, Heidi. But you need to understand who I am and where I come from if you and I are going to keep having conversations.”
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