Chapter 25

Jessica Robinson sat in her penthouse in Atlanta eating her breakfast silently feeling sad. The TV was playing the news in the background. She hadn’t heard from Jalen in weeks and she wondered if her hesitation to embrace him ultimately pushed him away.

She was just starting to chastise herself for pushing away a seemingly good man, when all of sudden she noticed the news cut to a report of a prominent Atlanta figure being arrested. A female reporter was standing in front of an office building reporting on the story.

“Chris Westward, a prominent Atlanta lawyer, was arrested early this morning on charges related to orchestrating a failed assassination attempt on his former contractor, Jalen Moss. Sources confirm that Westward, who has been embroiled in a contentious divorce battle with his estranged wife Megan Westward, is now facing multiple charges, including conspiracy to commit murder and kidnapping.”

JALEN MOSS.

Jessica’s breath caught in her throat as she turned the volume up, her long red nails pressing the remote buttons with urgency. Her green eyes widened as she listened to the anchor’s words, her breakfast now completely forgotten.

“Westward is alleged to have harassed and stalked his soon-to-be ex-wife and known associates of her including Moss, who reportedly aided in her fleeing her husband. Chris Westward is also accused of arranging the kidnapping of his wife in a retaliatory move after she reportedly demanded over three million dollars from him in their divorce settlement.”

Jessica sat frozen in her seat as she processed what she had just heard on the news. Chris Westward was arrested. The name sent a chill down her spine. She had heard of him even before Jalen had told her about him before. Most people in Atlanta’s legal and business circles did. So he really was behind the assassination attempt on Jalen, and apparently he had kidnapped his wife Megan, one of the other seven women in Jalen’s life? The thought sent another shiver down her spine.

Jessica had assumed Jalen’s silence meant he had moved on, or maybe even lost interest after she pushed him away, but now, she realized the truth. He wasn’t ignoring her. He was dealing with all of this. The kidnapping and the entire case against Westward. Jalen and those seven women had been fighting a war, and she had been sitting on the sidelines thinking he had forgotten about her.

She cursed under her breath, rubbing her forehead. She hated being wrong, and she hated even more the realization that she had been unfair to him. She reached for her phone and quickly scrolled through her messages. The last time she and Jalen spoke, she had been the one to pull away. Now, knowing everything he had been going through, she couldn’t just sit here and do nothing.

Jessica inhaled deeply and typed:

Jessica: “Jalen ... I just saw the news. I had no idea what you were dealing with these past few weeks. I thought you didn’t want to talk to me, but now I see that wasn’t the case. Can we talk?”

She hesitated for only a moment before hitting Send.

Jalen didn’t respond until the next day because, unbeknownst to Jessica, he had been preoccupied with spending time with Megan during the day and then celebrating Chris Westward’s arrest with the seven women that night. They all met up at Capital Grille just outside of downtown Atlanta at 8 pm where they all enjoyed a fancy dinner together. Megan went home with Jalen where they engaged in more sexual activity before finally going to sleep around 1:30 am.

Jalen woke around 8:45 am and finally checked his messages. His heart lurched when he saw that he missed the text from Jessica that came the previous day. He quickly typed out a message.

Jalen: “Hey I’m so sorry you haven’t heard from me. I can’t even begin to tell you what’s been going on. Can I see you today?”

About twenty minutes later, Jessica woke and rolled over to check her phone. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that Jalen had finally texted her back. She stared at her phone, rereading his message. She had been waiting for a response all night, telling herself she wouldn’t be bothered if he didn’t reply, but now that he had ... she felt her pulse quicken.

“Can I see you today?” Those words seem to hit deeper than they should have.

Jessica hesitated. Not because she didn’t want to see him (she definitely did) but because she knew what it would mean. If she agreed to this, she wouldn’t be able to hide behind her excuses anymore or pretend she wasn’t drawn to him in a way that scared her.

She exhaled and typed back:

Jessica: “Yeah. Come by my place. I’ll text you the address.”

Less than a minute later, he replied.

Jalen: “I’ll be there at 11.”

Jessica quickly stood up, running a hand through her long red hair. “Damn it. Why does this feel like a moment I can’t come back from?” She thought.

She spent the next ninety minutes getting ready. Once she’d showered and slipped on her silk robe, she moved to the mirror and sat down, checking her reflection. She did her hair and her makeup. She opted for a more minimal look. Just mascara and a hint of gloss. Normally, she’d go all out when she knew she was seeing a man, especially one like Jalen, but something told her he wouldn’t care about all that.

Still, she opted for something in between. She chose a simple yet elegant outfit. A form-fitting dark green wrap dress that complemented her hair, paired with black So Kate 12-cm Louboutin high-heeled pumps. She left her makeup natural, just enhancing what was already there. It was effortless, but she still looked stunning.

By the time she heard the knock at the door at 11:02 am, her heart was already racing. Jessica took a deep breath, then opened the door.

Jalen stood there, looking as good as ever in a fitted black button-up and dark jeans. His eyes scanned her, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across his lips.

“Damn,” he said softly. “You look amazing.”

Jessica smiled back, stepping aside to let him in. “I try.”

As soon as the door closed behind him, she felt it again, that pull toward him, and this time, she wasn’t sure she had the strength to resist it.

Jalen entered, taking in her penthouse. It was sleek and modern, with a mix of deep emerald and gold accents. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking view of the Atlanta skyline. Everything about the space screamed Jessica Robinson: elegant, polished, and a little untouchable.

Jessica walked ahead of him, the click-clack of her heels echoing against the marble floors. “Drink?” she asked.

“Water’s fine,” Jalen said, not wanting to make this feel like anything other than what it was. A conversation they both needed to have.

Jessica grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and handed one to him. They stood there for a moment, neither saying anything, the weight of everything unspoken lingering between them.

“So...” Jessica started, leaning against the counter. “I saw the news.”

Jalen nodded. “Figured you did. Chris Westward is finally in jail where he belongs.”

Jessica studied him, clearly trying to read between the lines of his calm demeanor. “And you’re okay?”

Jalen took a step closer, watching her carefully. “Are you okay?”

Jessica faltered for a second. “Me?”

“Yeah. You.” Jalen leaned against the counter next to her. “You saw the news yesterday, and instead of shrugging it off, you reached out to me. Why?”

Jessica scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Jalen smirked. “I’m not. I’m just pointing out that for someone who’s trying real hard not to care, you sure did seem to care a lot.”

Jessica rolled her eyes, but he saw the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. He wasn’t wrong, and she knew it.

“Maybe I just don’t like unfinished stories,” she muttered.

Jalen chuckled. “That what we are? A story?”

Jessica turned her head to look at him, her green eyes searching his. For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. Then, finally, she spoke, her voice quieter this time.

“I don’t know what we are, Jalen.”

Jalen nodded slowly, then reached out and took her hand. She didn’t pull away.

“Then let’s figure it out,” he said softly.

Jessica stared down at their hands for a moment before sighing. “Jalen, I didn’t know that you’ve been dealing with all this with Chris Westward, the threats, and Megan getting kidnapped. Jesus, and here I was thinking you were just ghosting me.”

Jalen squeezed her hand gently. “I would never do that to you.”

Jessica scoffed but didn’t pull away. “I mean, I guess I have been kind of pushing you away. Can’t say I would’ve blamed you if you did.”

Jalen shook his head. “That’s not how I operate. You needed space, I gave it to you, but I did think about you, even when I had a million other things going on.”

Jessica looked away, taking a deep breath. “You’re making this hard.”

“Making what hard?”

Jessica turned back to him, her lips pressing together. She looked torn, as if she was struggling against herself. “Letting go.”

Jalen’s brow furrowed. “Who said you have to let go?”

Jessica let out a breathy chuckle. “Oh, come on, Jalen. You and I both know your life is insane. Seven women, seven pregnancies, and an attempted assassination? Yet somehow, I just keep getting pulled deeper into this, even when I told myself I wouldn’t.”

Jalen tilted his head. “You really want out?”

Jessica opened her mouth, but no words came out. She hesitated, her fingers lightly gripping his. Then, she exhaled in frustration and looked down.

Jalen smiled knowingly. “That’s what I thought.”

Jessica rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the way her lips twitched at his cocky tone. “You’re infuriating.”

“So I’ve been told,” Jalen smirked.

Jessica sighed, then looked up at him again. “So what now?”

Jalen laced his fingers with hers. “Well, I’d like to take you out again. Properly this time. No club or heavy conversations. Just you and me having a good time.”

Jessica arched a brow. “Like a real date?”

Jalen nodded. “Yeah. Jennifer Rollins on a real date with Jalen Moss.”

Jessica/Jennifer looked at him for a long moment, then finally, she cracked a smile. “Fine, but I’m picking the place.”

Jalen grinned. “Deal.”

“Let’s go.” Jennifer said, “I’m driving by the way. I’m not a huge fan of your truck.”

“Hey! Don’t disrespect Shiela!” Jalen said in mock offense.

Jennifer laughed as she grabbed her purse and led the way to the door. “Sheila? Oh my God, you named your truck?”

Jalen scoffed, following her out. “Damn right I did. Sheila’s been with me through thick and thin.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes but still smiled. “Yeah, well, today, we’re rolling in something with a little more style.” She tossed him a playful smile.

They walked out to the parking garage where she clicked the unlock button on her key fob.

Jalen turned his head toward the sound of the beeping car, and his brows lifted in amusement. “A Mercedes AMG?! Damn, alright, big money.”

Jennifer shot him a smug glance as she slid into the driver’s seat. “Well, I am Jessica Robinson, after all.”

Jalen chuckled as he got in on the passenger side. “So where are we going?”

Jennifer smirked. “You’ll see.”

Jalen relaxed into the seat, watching her as she expertly maneuvered out of the parking garage.

As Jennifer drove, she kept her expression neutral, but inside, her emotions were warring with each other. She wasn’t going to let Jalen see how much she had missed him. She wasn’t going to let herself fall too deep, but damn it, sitting next to him again, feeling his presence so close, hearing his deep, smooth voice, she felt something.

Jalen, always observant, leaned back in his seat and studied her for a moment. “So, you’re just gonna pretend like you didn’t miss me at all?”

Jennifer scoffed, keeping her eyes on the road. “I don’t pretend anything.”

Jalen smiled. “Mhm. So, no thoughts about me the last few weeks? No replays of certain moments in your head?”

Jennifer tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She refused to blush. “I’ve been busy.”

Jalen chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. “Oh, you’ve been busy, huh? That’s cute.”

She exhaled, trying to keep her cool. “Jalen.”

“Jennifer.”

She glanced at him briefly before returning her focus to the road. “Don’t be annoying.”

“I’ll stop if you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That you missed me.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Jalen—”

“You know what? Never mind.” Jalen turned to face the window, his voice dripping with amusement. “I’ll just wait for the moment when you slip up and say it yourself.”

Jennifer let out a frustrated sigh. “God, you’re insufferable.”

Jalen smiled again, but he didn’t say anything else. He knew the truth, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, the way she kept sneaking glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking told him everything he needed to know.

A few minutes later, she pulled into a quiet, scenic overlook, a hidden gem on the outskirts of the city with a perfect view of the skyline in the distance.

Jalen whistled low. “Damn, this is nice.”

Jennifer parked the car and turned off the engine. “I thought you could use a peaceful moment.”

Jalen turned to her, something softer in his eyes now. “That’s ... really thoughtful, Jennifer.”

Jennifer shifted in her seat, suddenly feeling exposed. “Well, you’ve been through a lot. Figured you might need to breathe.”

Jalen watched her closely, and for a brief moment, the teasing disappeared. “I appreciate this.”

Jennifer nodded, looking out at the view instead of him. She needed a second to compose herself because damn it, she really had missed him.

Jalen stepped out of the car, stretching slightly as he took in the breathtaking view. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden hue over the city skyline. Jennifer followed, standing next to him with her arms crossed. The warm breeze lifted strands of her auburn hair, and Jalen resisted the urge to tuck them behind her ear.

“You know,” Jalen started, placing his hands in his pockets. “For someone who’s been ‘busy’ and totally didn’t miss me, this is a pretty thoughtful thing to do.”

Jennifer exhaled sharply, shaking her head with a smirk. “God, you just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Nope.” Jalen grinned. “I like messing with you.”

She turned to face him, tilting her head slightly. “You really are something else.”

“You like that about me.”

Jennifer gave him a long look, lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to argue, but she didn’t. Instead, she just looked back at the view, choosing silence over confirmation.

Jalen took a step closer, lowering his voice. “You know, it’s okay if you did. Miss me, I mean.”

Jennifer kept her eyes on the skyline, but he could see the shift in her expression. The slight tension in her jaw, the way her fingers twitched slightly at her sides.

Finally, she exhaled. “I might have.”

Jalen raised an eyebrow. “Might?”

Jennifer turned to look at him fully, finally letting the weight of the moment settle. “Fine. I did. Happy now?”

Jalen’s teasing smile softened into something more genuine. “Yeah. I am.”

For the first time in the conversation, Jennifer felt vulnerable, and it scared her. She had spent so long keeping her walls up, keeping men at a distance, especially men like Jalen, who had the potential to break through all of her defenses without even trying. So, she deflected.

“Well, don’t get too full of yourself,” she said, rolling her shoulders as she walked a few feet away, leaning against the railing that overlooked the city. “Just because I missed you doesn’t mean I know what to do with you.”

Jalen followed, standing beside her. “Then don’t think so hard about it.”

She let out a short, breathy laugh. “Easier said than done.”

He turned, resting his elbow against the railing as he faced her. “You don’t have to have it all figured out right now, Jennifer. You don’t have to decide anything today. All I care about is this. You being here, us being here.”

Jennifer finally met his eyes, and for the first time, she didn’t try to guard herself. She just let herself be, and for the first time in weeks, she felt like she wasn’t fighting a losing battle. She was just ... with Jalen.

“So I’ve been wondering...,” Jalen said looking out at the city skyline, “are you more scared of my crazy situation or trusting me?”

Jennifer exhaled sharply, gripping the railing a little tighter. She knew Jalen was the type to cut straight through the bullshit, but she still wasn’t ready for that question. Not when she was barely holding herself together as it was.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice quieter than she intended.

Jalen turned his head back towards her and leaned in slightly, his presence grounding, steady. “Yeah, you do.”

Jennifer turned to look at him, her green eyes flashing with something between frustration and vulnerability. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make me say the things I don’t want to admit.”

Jalen shrugged. “Because I don’t think you don’t want to admit them. I think you just don’t know what happens after you do.”

Jennifer swallowed hard. He wasn’t wrong. Of course, he wasn’t.

“I don’t know how to trust someone like you,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not because I think you’re a liar. Not because I think you’re a bad man. But because I don’t understand how someone like you exists. A man who loves seven women, who actually loves them. Who takes care of them. Who—” She stopped herself, shaking her head like she was trying to get the thoughts out of her head before they consumed her.

Jalen stayed quiet, letting her process it all in real time.

Jennifer sighed, running a hand through her hair. “It’s easier to believe you’ll disappoint me than to believe you won’t.”

Jalen nodded slowly, as if he expected that answer. “And if I don’t?”

Jennifer let out a dry laugh. “Then that’s even scarier.”

Jalen watched her carefully. “You’re scared to be happy.”

Jennifer didn’t deny it. Jalen turned fully to her now, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “I can’t promise that I’ll be perfect. I can’t promise that this will always be easy, but what I can promise is that I’m here, right now, showing you exactly who I am. And I’ll keep showing you, every single time.”

Jennifer’s chest tightened. She felt something inside her breaking apart, some old, rusted-out piece of armor she had worn for too long.

“I don’t know how to let go of that fear,” she whispered.

Jalen gave her a soft smile. “Then let me help you.”

Jalen gently cupped her face and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Jennifer didn’t pull away.

She told herself she should resist this, keep her walls up, and remind herself that this wasn’t safe. That getting too close to Jalen Moss was a guaranteed way to lose herself in something she wasn’t sure she could handle, but as soon as his lips touched hers, she knew she was already lost. The kiss was slow and deliberate as if Jalen was giving her time to change her mind, but she didn’t. She melted into it, her hands gripping the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer, needing more. Jalen deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to her waist, then lower, holding her in a way that made her feel like she was something precious, something to be cherished, not just desired. Jennifer let out a soft sigh against his lips, the sound involuntary, and she felt Jalen smile against her mouth.

“See?” he murmured between kisses. “Not so scary.”

Jennifer huffed a small laugh, her forehead resting against his. “You’re still a smug bastard.”

Jalen grinned. “Yeah, but you like that about me.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she tightened her grip on his jacket and pulled him in for another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier, filled with all the emotions she’d been trying so hard to suppress, and a lot of tongue. Jalen responded in kind, pressing her gently against the railing, his hands gripping her hips as his body molded against hers. The heat between them was undeniable, but more than that, it was real. Not just attraction or lust but something deeper. When they finally pulled apart, Jennifer’s lips were swollen, her breath uneven. She searched Jalen’s face, trying to read what he was thinking.

His eyes were dark, full of something intense but controlled. He lifted a hand, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “You gonna let me in now?” he asked softly.

Jennifer swallowed hard. The walls weren’t down completely. Not yet, but for the first time, she wanted to let them fall.

She exhaled and gave him the smallest nod.

Jalen smiled. “Good. One step at a time, Jennifer.”

They were silent for a moment as they basked in each other’s aura.

Then Jennifer looked at him and suddenly said, “Backseat.”

Jalen smiled a mischievous smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

She barely gave him time to react before she grabbed his hand and led him toward her sleek black Mercedes. She unlocked the doors with a quick press of a button and slid the seats forward, allowing access to the backseat. Jennifer slid in first, her green wrap dress hitching slightly as she settled into the plush leather.

Jalen climbed in right after her, shutting the door behind them. The second it clicked closed, Jennifer was on him. She straddled his lap, her black Louboutin heels pressing into the floor as she pulled him into a searing kiss.

Jalen groaned, his hands squeezing her ass before sliding up her back, pulling her even closer. “Damn, Jennifer,” he murmured against her lips. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“I’ve wasted weeks,” she breathed, rolling her hips against him. “Not wasting another second.”

She kissed him again with even more hunger. Jalen didn’t hesitate any longer. His hands slid under her dress, his fingers exploring smooth, warm skin as she rocked against him. Jennifer’s breath hitched as he traced slow, deliberate patterns along the inside of her thigh.

“You’re playing with fire, Moss,” she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation.

Jalen smirked against her neck. “Then let’s burn.”

Jennifer unbuckled Jalen’s belt and unzipped his pants. Jalen lifted himself so he could pull his pants and boxers down revealing his rock hard cock. Jennifer hiked up her dress, positioned herself over him. She moved her panties out of the way, grabbed his cock and placed it at her entrance. Jennifer then slowly sat down.

She let out a gasp and shut her eyes as she slowly sank down onto Jalen, feeling every inch of him stretch and fill her completely as she guided him inside of her. Her red acrylic nails dug into his shoulders as she steadied herself. Jalen exhaled a low groan, his hands gripping her waist firmly, holding her in place so he could relish the way she felt around him.

“Fuck!” Jennifer said, her forehead resting against his for a brief second as she adjusted to him. “You feel even better than I remember.”

Jalen smiled, his hands sliding down to grip her ass cheeks again. “Then you better hold on tight, because I plan on making up for lost time.”

Jennifer lifted herself slightly before rolling her hips down again, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm. Her body moved with effortless grace, the way she did on stage, except this was for him, not an audience. Jalen watched her, completely mesmerized, as she took control, her movements sensual and precise, her breathy moans music to his ears.

The confined space of the backseat only made everything more intense. Every thrust, every grind, every deep movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through them. Jennifer threw her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck, her auburn waves cascading down her back as she moaned his name.

Jalen gritted his teeth, gripping her ass, helping guide her movements as she rode him. “You look so fucking good like this,” he muttered, his voice thick with need. “Like you were made for me.”

Jennifer’s eyes met his, dark with lust. “Maybe I was,” she whispered before crushing her lips against his in a deep, heated kiss. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingled, and their bodies moved in perfect sync.

The windows of the car fogged up as the pace quickened. Jennifer’s moans became more urgent, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she neared her climax. Jalen felt her walls tighten around him, her body trembling as pleasure overtook her. He groaned, holding onto her as she rode out her orgasm, her nails dragging down his chest through his shirt as she screamed with pleasure to the heavens.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, thrusting up into her, chasing his own release. “Come for me.”

Jennifer rode it out for a few more seconds before she collapsed against him, her breath hot against his neck. She took a few moments to collect herself, as Jalen held her. Then she looked up at Jalen and smiled. Their eyes met, both with a mischievous glint. Jennifer started to roll again, her forehead resting on Jalen’s. She gradually increased her pace, eventually making the whole car shake with her movements. Jalen tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He was about to pop.

“Jennifer..., Shit! I’m about to cum...”

Jennifer didn’t stop, she was consumed by her pleasure from riding Jalen and another part of her that wanted to see him unravel beneath her. About twenty seconds later, Jalen’s grip tightened as he groaned her name, while his body tensed. The head of his cock pulsated and shot streams of milky white semen all inside of her vagina. Jennifer rode him out as he did, allowing him to unload inside of her until he had nothing left. Eventually, Jalen emptied the last of his cum from his cock. A few moments passed in blissful silence, their heavy breathing the only sound in the enclosed space.

Then suddenly, Jennifer’s eyes widened in realization as she came to her senses, her breath catching in her throat as she slowly lifted herself off of Jalen. She could feel the undeniable warmth inside of her and the proof of what they had just done.

“Oh ... fuck,” she whispered, her expression shifting from post-orgasmic bliss to sheer panic.

Jalen, still coming down from his high, furrowed his brows at her sudden change in demeanor.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brushing his hands up and down her thighs soothingly.

Jennifer swallowed hard, adjusting her dress back down as she sat beside him in the cramped backseat. She ran a hand through her tousled hair, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

“You ... you didn’t pull out,” she finally said, her voice laced with both shock and disbelief.

Jalen blinked, the weight of her words settling in.

“Jen...” he started, reaching for her hand, but she quickly pulled away, her green eyes flickering with emotion, confusion, fear, frustration, and something else he couldn’t quite place.

“No, no, no ... this was not supposed to happen,” she muttered, shaking her head as if trying to will the situation away. “I told you ... I told you I wasn’t ready for a baby.”

Jalen sighed, running a hand over his face. “I hear you, and I wasn’t trying to—” He stopped himself. His thoughts were all over the place. On one hand, he felt bad because he never meant to do anything that Jennifer wasn’t prepared for, on the other hand ... he remembered that she was the one on top of him, clearly enjoying the unprotected sex they were having. Jalen had said loud and clear that he was close to cumming, and yet Jennifer never got off of him.

Jennifer let out a shaky breath, staring at nothing in particular, her mind clearly racing.

“Okay ... it’s fine. I just—I’ll take a pill. It’s not a big deal,” she said, more to herself than to him, as if trying to convince herself that everything was still under control.

Jalen frowned, watching her carefully. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do?” he asked gently.

Jennifer shot him a sharp look. “What other option is there?”

Jalen held her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I mean ... what if you don’t?”

Jennifer let out a dry laugh, rubbing her temples. “Jalen ... no. I just started accepting you into my life. I am not about to have your baby. I can’t.”

Jalen nodded slowly, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t going to push her, but deep down, a part of him couldn’t ignore what this could mean. She was the eighth woman.

“Okay,” he said softly, even though it didn’t sit right with him. “I’ll support whatever you decide.”

Jennifer looked at him then, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she sighed and reached for the car door handle.

“Comon, I’ll drive you home.” She muttered.

Jalen, still a bit dumbfounded in the sudden drastic change in the tone of their day together, pulled his pants and underwear back on before climbing out of the car, and walking around to enter the front passenger seat. He looked back and could see the sweat and semen that had dripped onto the back seat.