The Beyonder's Prophecy
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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
The following Sunday afternoon, Jalen was trying to relax and recharge. Sundays were supposed to be the days he could take time to himself since the rest of the week was spent being there for the seven women in his life.
Jalen was stretched out on his couch, controller in hand, locked in a heated Call of Duty match with random players online when his phone rang. He groaned, seeing his friend Rodney’s name flashing across the screen.
“Man, I already know he’s about to ask me for something.” Jalen muttered to himself.
Jalen sighed and answered, putting the phone to his ear as he continued playing the game. “What up, Rod?”
“Bruh! You gotta roll with me tonight!” Rodney’s voice came through full of urgency.
Jalen shook his head. “C’mon Bruh ... I’m tired. My life has been a circus. I just wanna play Duty and chill the rest of the day.”
“Bruh, they got the hottest women and the best vibes at this spot, and I need a wingman. Please?!”
Jalen leaned his head back on the couch. “You talkin bout this Ice and Flame joint again?”
“Yes, bruh! I’m telling you, it’s fire! I told you and Lonnie before they got the whole 1940s vibe. Old-school glamour, live music, the whole nine!”
Jalen rubbed his temple. “Rod, you don’t even like jazz music. Why the hell are you suddenly obsessed with this place?”
Rodney took a dramatic breath. “Jalen ... it’s Jessica.”
“Who the hell is Jessica?”
Rodney scoffed like Jalen just disrespected the Queen of England. “Bruh ... You remember the one I told you and Lonnie about that could make a dude cum in his pants just by looking at you?
“Yeah, I remember that bullshit you said,” Jalen replied, still half-focusing on the Call of Duty match he was playing.
That’s Jessica, man. Jessica Robinson is a goddess. I swear to God, she’s the hottest woman to walk this earth. She performs there every so often, and she’s scheduled to perform tonight. Dudes would fucking kill for a chance to touch her.”
Jalen chuckled. “You sound down bad.”
Rodney didn’t even deny it. “I am down bad, bruh! That’s why you gotta roll with me!”
Jalen sighed, rubbing his face. “Man...”
“Come on! One night. Just one night! You need to get out, take a break from all the madness. Just chill, have a drink, and enjoy looking at some fine-ass women. I promise you’ll thank me.”
Jalen groaned, knowing Rodney wasn’t gonna let up. “ ... Fine. I’ll go.”
“YES!” Rodney shouted. “I’ll pick you up at nine. Dress sharp. This ain’t no throw-on-a-hoodie spot. You gotta clean up nice.”
Jalen smiled. “I always clean up nice.”
Rodney laughed. “Don’t know bout all dat, but bet. I’ll text you when I’m on the way.”
Jalen hung up, shaking his head. “Man, what the hell did I just sign up for?”
Later that evening, Jalen stood in front of his bathroom mirror, buttoning up his silver dress shirt with a reluctant sigh. He adjusted the black blazer over his broad shoulders, the tailored fabric hugging his frame just right. His black slacks were crisp, and his shoes were polished to perfection. As he smoothed out his collar, he eyed his reflection.
“Damn, I do clean up nice.”
His phone buzzed on the counter.
Rodney: “I’m outside. Let’s go, bruh. You ‘bout to witness history.”
Jalen chuckled, shaking his head. History? Rodney was way too hype about this. A few minutes later, he grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, heading outside.
Rodney and Jalen pulled up to The Ice and Flame Club at exactly 9:27 PM. Jalen stepped out, taking in the sight of the building. It was stunning, art deco architecture, glowing signage, and a vintage aesthetic that made it feel like they’d stepped back in time.
“You weren’t kidding about the vibe,” Jalen admitted as they approached the entrance. “This place looks classy.”
Rodney grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. “Told you! And we haven’t even gotten inside yet.”
The moment they entered, Jalen instantly felt the shift. The place oozed with old-school sophistication. The interior was dimly lit with golden chandeliers, dark wooden accents, and plush red velvet seating. The air was thick with a mix of cologne, perfume, and the distant scent of expensive cigars.
A live jazz band played softly in the background, setting the perfect sultry tone. Women floated through the space, draped in silk gowns, glittering dresses, and dramatic high heels. The men were equally sharp, wearing suits and ties, with a few rocking suspenders and fedoras to match the club’s era-inspired theme. A black-and-white photo of Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington hung near the entrance, emphasizing the venue’s deep jazz roots.
Jalen exhaled, impressed. “Alright, Rod. You might’ve actually put me onto something.”
Rodney smiled. “Man, we ain’t even got to the best part. Let’s hit the bar, get some drinks, and get a good spot before Jessica takes the stage. You gotta see her to believe it.”
Jalen followed his boy to the bar, wondering just how legendary this woman really was. He already had seven gorgeous women in his life so his expectations were very low as to how impressed he could really be.
The two ordered drinks and then found a spot to sit. Rodney was fidgeting in his seat, practically bouncing with anticipation as he kept glancing toward the stage at the far end of the room.
Jalen, meanwhile, leaned back, sipping his bourbon and ginger ale, taking in the atmosphere. He had to admit, this place had a cool vibe. The energy was intimate, classy, and electric all at once.
Then the lights dimmed, and the low hum of conversation around them quieted. A voice came over the loudspeaker, smooth and theatrical.
“Ladies and gentlemen ... may we present ... the gorgeous and divine ... Jessica ... Robinson...”
Rodney tensed beside Jalen, nudging him hard in the arm. “Here she comes!” he whispered excitedly. Jalen just smiled and shook his head, amused at how giddy his boy was acting over a woman he had never even spoken to.
Then it happened.
The stage remained in darkness, except for a single spotlight illuminating the curtain. From behind it, one single, long, toned leg stepped out, slow and deliberate.
The red stiletto pointed-toe high heel on the foot caught the light, gleaming with every shift of her foot. The energy in the room shifted immediately as if every man in the place suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Then, that voice...
It was smooth and velvety, with a sultry richness that wrapped around the room like smoke. A voice that wasn’t just heard but felt.
“You had plenty money, 1922...”
Rodney exhaled sharply. “Fuuuuck,” he muttered under his breath.
“You let other women make a foooool of you...”
Jalen was still unfazed. That is, until the woman fully stepped out from behind the curtain, and holy shit ... Jessica Robinson was breathtaking.
“Why don’t you do riiiiiiight ... like some other mennnnnnnn dooooooo?”
Jessica wasn’t just beautiful. She was stunning to the point where she almost didn’t seem real. She was like a woman out of time, a classic Hollywood goddess reborn in the modern day.
“Get out of heeeeeeeeeere ... get me some money tooooooooooo...”
Her long, voluminous copper-red hair was styled in soft, cascading waves that shimmered under the light, a glossy sheen accentuating the movement. Her high cheekbones, perfectly sculpted jawline, and large, almond-shaped green eyes made her look like she had stepped right out of a painting.
Her lips, plump, painted a deep, rich red lipstick color, parted just enough to let her sultry notes escape effortlessly.
“You’re sittin’ down and wonderin’ what it’s ... all about...”
“If you ain’t got no money, they will ... put you out”
“Why don’t you do riiiiiiight ... like some other mennnnnnnn dooooooo?”
Then there was the dress. A strapless, form-fitting, sequined red gown that hugged every sinful curve of her hourglass body. The slit riding high up her thigh left just enough to the imagination while still taunting the mind, and those huge, round breasts? The dress looked like it was struggling to contain them.
She was a siren in human form.
“Get out of heeeeeeeeeere ... get me some money tooooooooooo...”
Then ... it happened.
Jalen felt it. That same warmth, the same pull in his chest and gut. It was the unexplainable yet undeniable force that he had now come to recognize.
Jalen swallowed, his grip tightening around his glass.
Fuuuuuuuuck mannnnnnn, come on... he groaned in his mind.
Rodney leaned closer, still lost in his daze. “This is the first time I’ve seen her without her gloves on,” he murmured.
Even Jessica’s hands matched the rest of her body’s stunning aura. One of her wrists had several bright gold bracelets that gleamed in the light, and she had perfectly manicured long red, almond-shaped acrylic nails. The nail color perfectly matched her dress, heels, and lipstick.
Jalen barely heard Rodney because he was realizing exactly what this meant.
She was the eighth. Jessica Robinson was the final woman in the prophecy.
Jalen found himself leaning back in his chair, watching as Jessica commanded the stage with every subtle movement. Her presence was mesmerizing, her voice dripping with the kind of seductive confidence that could ensnare any man in the room.
“If you had prepared twenty years ago...”
“You wouldn’t be wanderin’ now from door to door...”
Her emerald-green eyes scanned the crowd as she sang, locking onto different men, making them feel like they were the only ones in the room. Rodney was practically drooling, his hands clasped together in front of him like he was praying to the goddess on stage.
“Bruh...” Rodney muttered, shaking his head, “She’s perfection.”
Jalen smirked but didn’t respond. He wasn’t immune. Jessica was stunning, captivating, and unreal, but Jalen had been around enough incredible women to know when something was dangerous.
Then it happened. Jessica’s gaze landed on him. Unlike the fleeting glances she had given other men, this one lingered. She didn’t just see him, she studied him, as if she was trying to memorize every inch of his face. The way her lips curled into a small, knowing smile sent a shiver down Jalen’s spine.
Then ... she winked.
Rodney noticed immediately. “Oh, hell no. Did she just—?!”
Jalen exhaled through his nose, keeping his expression unreadable. “Relax, bruh.”
“Relax?! She just singled you out! Do you understand how many dudes in here would sell their soul just to get a damn handshake from her?!”
Jessica continued her performance, but the exchange between them felt pointed. That look, that smile, and of course that wink.
The Beyonder’s Prophecy might’ve been on the verge of being complete.
“Why don’t you do riiiiiiiiiight,” Jessica sang, building to the song’s finale. “Like some other men ... dooooooooooooo?”
Jessica finished her song and then returned backstage.
There was a roar of applause as the curtain closed behind her. Then the lights returned to their original setting and the club resumed its usual lively atmosphere of background music, conversations, and drinks flowing.
Rodney was still buzzing with excitement, damn near shaking Jalen’s arm.
“Bruh, listen, I need you to go back there and talk to her.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “Why the hell would I do that?”
Rodney looked at him like he was crazy. “Because she winked at you! Bruh, you don’t understand. She’s never done that to anyone before. Ever. This is your shot!”
Jalen exhaled, rubbing his chin. Rodney had no idea what was actually happening.
Jessica wasn’t just a beautiful woman showing interest. She was the final piece to an insane, cosmic puzzle that had upended his entire life. Jalen had already accepted seven pregnancies, seven relationships, with Chrysti still on the fence, and the burden of being the father to the future saviors of the galaxy.
Now, the last woman had appeared, and all he could do was brace himself for whatever was coming next.
Rodney kept pushing. “Just—just try, bro! What do you have to lose?!”
Rodney’s insistence aside, Jalen knew that the prophecy dictated that he should try to find some way to talk to her. The problem was security wasn’t going to let just anyone backstage.
Jalen wondered how many men had been caught trying to sneak back there to see Jessica. He sat thinking. There were two large bouncers posted at the hallway entrance leading to the dressing rooms. There was no way he could just walk in without them stopping him.
Then, an opportunity presented itself. A waitress carrying a tray of drinks passed by, heading toward the back. She disappeared behind the velvet curtain, nodding at the guards who let her through without question. Jalen smiled.
That’s my way in.
He acted quickly.
Rodney almost jumped out of his chair in excitement. “Yo, my boy is about to go holla at Jessica Robinson! Oh my God—”
“Shhh! Shut up, Rodney,” Jalen hissed, waving his hand at Rodney as he made his way toward the backstage area.
He casually walked over to the bar near the back entrance. He grabbed an empty serving tray left behind by another waitress. Then, he waited, watching the timing of the staff coming in and out.
After about five minutes, another busboy carrying a tray of empty glasses walked past. Jalen followed just a few steps behind him, making himself blend in. When they reached the bouncers, the busboy was waved through. Jalen acted like he belonged, giving a subtle nod to the guards. He kept walking, keeping his expression neutral, his posture confident.
Then just like that ... he was in.
Jalen moved quickly down the hallway, passing a few doors until he spotted the one labeled “Guest Dressing Room.”
This had to be her. He didn’t hesitate. He set the tray down and then turned the handle and slipped inside before anyone could stop him.
The room was a mix of old-school Hollywood glam and modern luxury. A vanity mirror lined with warm lights reflected an array of makeup, perfumes, and jewelry. A plush red couch sat against one wall, and an elegant black-and-gold gown was draped over a chair.
Then there was Jessica Robinson, sitting in front of the mirror, removing her earrings. She froze when she saw his reflection in the mirror, but she didn’t panic.
She slowly turned around with her green eyes narrowing on Jalen.
“Who the hell are you?” Jessica’s sultry voice was laced with suspicion.
Jalen held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Relax. I just wanted to talk.”
Jessica crossed her arms, eyeing him up and down. Her posture wasn’t afraid. She clearly wasn’t the type to get scared easily. Instead, she was studying him, trying to figure out if he was just another crazed fan or something else entirely.
“ ... You’re bold. Sneaking into my dressing room? You got a death wish or something?”
Jalen smiled, leaning against the door. “Nah, but something tells me you wouldn’t have let me in if I knocked.”
Jessica tilted her head slightly, watching him. She looked as if she were recognizing something about him but couldn’t quite place it.
“You’re funny, and you’re not wrong,” she admitted. “I don’t entertain strange men in my space.”
“Then why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” Jalen asked.
Jessica didn’t answer immediately. Jalen knew it was a good question. Clearly there was something about him that made her hesitate, something pulling her in, and that seemed to unnerve her.
She narrowed her eyes further. “Who are you?”
Jalen took a step forward, meeting her gaze. “I’m Jalen. Jalen Moss.”
Jessica exhaled slowly, running her tongue over her red lips. She was clearly intrigued now, but obviously wasn’t about to drop her guard.
“You got ten seconds to tell me why you’re here before I have security come in and rip your arms off.”
Jalen just chuckled. “Go ahead.”
Jessica blinked, clearly not expecting that response.
Jalen was acutely aware of what Jessica’s experiences most likely were in situations like this. Judging by her beauty and glamor, he imagined that most men likely tried to impress her, flatter her, and often shrunk under her intensity. Jalen wasn’t doing any of that, though, and it seemed to be messing with her.
“You think I won’t?” Jessica challenged.
Jalen tilted his head, eyes locked on hers. “No, I think you don’t want to.”
Silence. Jessica didn’t deny it. Her face had an expression as if she was trying to figure out what the hell was happening right now.
She stood up and took a slow step forward, her red pointed-toe stiletto high heels clicking against the floor. Then she took another step, until she was right in front of him.
“I don’t like games, Jalen Moss.” Jessica said softly, her voice sounding dangerous.
Jalen didn’t move or flinch. “Neither do I.”
Jessica tilted her head again, studying him. “Then what do you want?”
Jalen’s voice is steady. “To talk.”
Jessica smiled. “You snuck past security just to talk? Sounds like bullshit.”
Jalen smiled back. “Maybe.”
Jessica let out a short laugh sounding half amused and half irritated. Her eyes locked onto his.
“So,” she said, turning around and walking back to her chair, arms folded. “Did you sneak in here just to stroke my ego, try to have your way with me, or is there something else you want?”
Jalen eyes never left her. “Maybe I just wanted to see if the woman behind the voice is as mesmerizing as the one on stage.”
Jessica’s red lips curved into a dangerous smile. “That’s bold.”
“I tend to be.” Jalen responded.
Jessica sat back down, resting her elbow on her vanity. “So, tell me, Jalen. What exactly makes you think you’re so special?”
Jalen smiled again. “You tell me. You’re the one who still hasn’t kicked me out yet.”
Jessica exhaled sharply as her long red acrylic nails tapped against the vanity. “I will kick you out if you don’t stop bullshitting me with your cryptic lines.”
“Okay. Fine.” Jalen said, crossing his arms now. “Why did you wink at me?”
Jessica turned around to look at him again. “Is that why you’re here? Because of a stupid wink?”
“No. It’s because I was with my friend who has seen all of your performances here, and he said you’ve NEVER done that before. So, I’m asking, why me?”
Jessica froze for a second. Then she folded her arms again before responding. “So, let me get this straight. You snuck past security, came into my dressing room, all because I winked at you?”
Jalen didn’t back down. He stood his ground, arms crossed, staring right back at her.
“I ask you again, why me? Why, after all of your performances, hundreds of people watching you, did you single me out? What made me different?”
Jessica clearly wasn’t used to being questioned like this, and she actually looked a bit flustered. Her lips parted slightly. When she answered, her voice didn’t have the same air of confidence.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
Jalen took a deliberate and controlled step toward her. “That’s not good enough.”
Jessica exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed at how easily he was getting under her skin. “Then take whatever answer you need and get the hell out.”
Jalen studied her for a second, and then he smiled. He noticed that his smile seemed to make Jessica uncomfortable but not in a way that implied she wanted him to leave.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” he said smoothly. “The same thing I did.”
Jessica’s jaw clenched. She didn’t answer because she didn’t have to. Jalen smiled harder. He looked down for a second before looking back up at her. He then uncrossed his arms.
“I’ll go now,” he said. “I’m sorry for bothering you. It was a pleasure to meet you Ms. Robinson.”
Jessica watched as Jalen turned to go.
Then just as he was about to open the door, Jalen heard her voice.
“Wait.”
Jalen stopped, his hand hovering just above the door handle. He turned back with an unreadable expression.
“Yeah?”
Jessica stood up and folded her arms yet again. She looked as if she felt exposed and vulnerable in a way that she didn’t like, but perhaps also couldn’t ignore.
“You walked in here with all this confidence, like you already knew something I don’t,” she said, narrowing her green eyes at him. “So, tell me. What is it that you think I felt?”
Jalen studied her for a second before stepping forward again, just close enough to command the space but not invade hers.
“You really wanna know?”
Jessica held her ground. “Yes, enlighten me.”
Jalen exhaled softly, shaking his head like even he couldn’t believe he was about to say this.
“The second you looked at me, I felt like I’d known you my whole life,” he said simply. “And the way you looked back at me...” He tilted his head, “Even if you don’t want to admit it, you felt the same thing.”
Jalen saw how Jessica’s face flashed a momentary look of vulnerability. It was similar to the way Karla did when she first visited Jalen at his aparment and he described the pull feeling.
“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she said, arching a brow.
Jalen smiled again. “I only say what I know.”
Jessica scoffed. “Well, you don’t know me, Jalen.”
“Not yet.”
That response seemed to send a jolt through her. She clenched her jaw, turning away from him and sitting back down at her vanity, pretending to adjust her makeup even though she was already flawless.
Jalen let the silence hang between them for a beat before finally sighing.
“Alright. I’ll go for real this time,” he said, moving toward the door again.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” he heard her suddenly say.
Jalen stopped again, looking over his shoulder. She hadn’t turned around but she wasn’t moving.
“That depends. Why do you ask?”
Jessica swiveled back toward him, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately. “Because if you really think you ‘know’ me, I want to see how well you handle sitting across from me for a whole meal.”
Jalen chuckled lowly. “Are you asking me out on a date, Ms. Robinson?”
Jessica smiled now, finally regaining some of her usual control. “No. I’m testing you.”
Jalen grinned. “Same thing.”
Jessica rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small, amused smile from forming on her lips.
“Fine. Tomorrow night. Seven-thirty,” she said. “Meet me at the St. Regis Bar, and it’s NOT a date.”
Jalen smiled and nodded. “I’ll be there.”
With that, he finally left.
“Bro! What happened in there?!” Rodney asked Jalen, barely able to keep calm as Jalen returned to the bar. “C’mon, don’t get all tight lipped on me now!”
“I’m gonna catch an Uber home, bruh. I’ll holla at you later.” Jalen said, raising his hand to dap him.
He couldn’t hide his smile though.
“Na, bruh. You can’t do that. Tell me what fucking happened!” Rodney implored.
Rodney then scanned Jalen’s face as he dapped him up.
“Wait ... Did you ... You got a date with her, didn’t you? You bastard! You’re gonna get to see her again, aren’t you?!”
Jalen smiled and simply said, “‘Night, dawg.”
The next day Jalen had lunch with Sydney on her lunch break.
Sydney looked stunning, although she’d been a little more self-conscious about her appearance these days.
She recently had her nails manicured with periwinkle blue colored acrylic nails. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and back in loose waves, and makeup was flawless including her nude-colored lipstick.
Even her maternity work outfit was stylish. Her heels were much shorter now given her pregnancy, but again, Jalen felt privileged to be next to her.
They were sitting side by side in the booth so they could be more handsy and loving to each other.
“I spoke to my mom on the phone last night.” Sydney said.
“Oh yeah? How was that?” Jalen replied as he took a bite of his Philly cheesesteak sandwich.
Sydney exhaled. “She wants to meet with you one-on-one. Says she wants to get to know you better in a more civilized conversation this time.”
Jalen swallowed his food before answering. “This is the same woman who hates my guts for being black and not marrying you, isn’t it?”
Sydney sighed, rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her iced tea. “I never said she hated you for being black. I just said she—”
“—doesn’t approve of me because I’m black and because I’m not Greg,” Jalen finished with a smile.
Sydney groaned and playfully nudged him with her elbow. “Okay, fine, maybe there’s some mild racism mixed in there, but to be fair, she gave Greg shit too because he was taking so long to propose.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “And now she suddenly wants to have a heart-to-heart with me? The same guy she thinks knocked up her daughter and ruined her perfect 1950s dream life?”
Sydney sighed, running a hand through her wavy blonde hair. “Look, I don’t know what her angle is yet, but she says she just wants to talk. No ambushes, no lectures. Just ... a conversation.”
Jalen studied her, noting the slight tension in her shoulders. “And you believe her?”
Sydney hesitated. “ ... I want to.”
Jalen exhaled through his nose, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “So, what do you want me to do?”
Sydney turned her body slightly toward him, looking into his eyes. “I want you to meet with her.”
Jalen tilted his head. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” Sydney said firmly. “I know my mom. She’s stubborn, judgmental, and annoying as hell. But she’s also my mom, and if there’s even a chance that she’s trying to make an effort ... I need to at least give her that chance.”
Jalen sighed, shaking his head. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
Sydney beamed, squeezing his hand. “Really?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jalen muttered. “But just so we’re clear, I’m not kissing her ass, I’m not playing the ‘Yes, ma’am, no, ma’am’ game, and I’m definitely not gonna pretend to be something I’m not just to make her feel better about you having my baby out of wedlock.”
Sydney chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Jalen smiled, then leaned in, kissing her softly. “You owe me for this.”
Sydney smiled back. “Oh, trust me, baby, I’ll make it worth your while.”
Jalen hummed against her lips before pulling back. “Damn right you will. By the way, I’m going to be late coming over tonight,” Jalen said, thinking about his scheduled dinner date with Jessica. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Sydney said without even pressing further.
Jalen raised an eyebrow at her lack of curiosity. “That’s it? No ‘Where are you gonna be?’ No ‘Why are you gonna be late?’”
Sydney smiled, popping a fry into her mouth. “Nope.”
Jalen leaned back in the booth, eyeing her suspiciously. “You don’t wanna know, or you somehow already know?”
Sydney shrugged, licking a bit of salt off her fingertip. “I assume it’s either work-related, one of the other girls, or some new situation you haven’t told me about yet.” She gave him a playful glance. “And knowing you, if it was something shady, you wouldn’t have told me at all.”
Jalen shook his head, chuckling. “Damn, you know me too well.”
Sydney smiled and leaned in, her voice teasing. “I do know you, and I also know that when you’re ready to tell me, you will. So, I don’t need to pry.”
Jalen stared at her for a beat, appreciating her trust in him. “You’re something else, you know that?”
Sydney winked, stealing one of his fries. “That’s why you love me.”
“You’re definitely right about that.” Jalen said smiling.
They sat in silence for a minute as they continued to eat their food. Jalen thought about something that’s been weighing on him and decided that now was as good a time as ever to tell Sydney about it and get her input.
“There is something I would like your opinion on...” Jalen said softly.
“What is it?” Sydney asked.
Jalen hesitated. Then he began to tell Sydney about ... Chrysti.
He told Sydney how he and Chrysti met, connected, and how Chrysti knows about Sydney and the other women. He told her how he got Chrysti pregnant, how she was torn about trusting Jalen and embracing his crazy situation because of past betrayals from men in her life. Finally, he told her how Chrysti almost got an abortion, and how he had no idea if she’d ever truly trust him even though he knew she cared for him.
Sydney listened intently as Jalen laid everything out over the course of about fifteen minutes. She didn’t interrupt or react with immediate judgment.
When he finally finished, letting out a deep breath, Sydney stared down at her half-eaten fries, her manicured fingers tapping lightly on the table.
“Well ... damn,” she finally said, looking up at him with a thoughtful expression.
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