The Beyonder's Prophecy
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 25
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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
Chris sat in his private office, whiskey in hand, reading an encrypted email from one of his investigators.
“No traceable link between Moss and Megan. No financial transactions. No proof he’s supporting her.”
Chris clenched his jaw. He had expected to find something, some way to pin Jalen as the mastermind behind Megan’s escape. Instead, he had nothing.
That wasn’t acceptable.
His office door opened, and his head investigator, Douglas Cain, stepped in.
“Find anything?” Chris asked, his tone clipped.
Cain hesitated. “Not on Moss, but we did find something else.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
Cain set down a folder. “So, you’re aware that we confirmed a while back that Megan is living in a women’s shelter under a pseudonym. Here’s the kicker ... we just learned that she’s pregnant.”
Chris’s grip on his whiskey glass tightened. “Pregnant?”
Cain nodded. “But there’s no record of her seeing a doctor under her real name. She’s been careful.”
Chris stared at the folder, his mind racing. If Megan was pregnant ... then whose baby was it?
A slow smile spread across his face. “Maybe we don’t need to go after Moss. Maybe there’s another way to break her.”
Cain frowned. “What do you mean?”
Chris leaned back in his chair, swirling his whiskey. “If Megan thinks she’s free of me, she’s wrong. She might have a baby on the way, but she’s still my wife, and that gives me leverage.”
Chris’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint.
“Let’s see how long she can keep running before she realizes she has nowhere left to hide.”
Megan sat in the small break room of the women’s shelter, sipping a cup of tea. Just as she was about to call Karla for an update on the case, her burner phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: “You really thought you could escape me, didn’t you?”
Megan’s stomach dropped. She stared at the message, her hands trembling. Then another message came through.
Unknown Number: “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? I always know what’s mine.”
Megan dropped her cup, the ceramic shattering against the tile floor. A cold chill ran through her body. She stood quickly, backing into the wall, her breath coming in short gasps.
No. No. No, she thought, panicking.
Chris knew. She didn’t know how, but he knew she was pregnant. Megan grabbed her phone and immediately dialed Karla.
She picked up after two rings.
“Megan?”
“Karla! He knows! Chris knows I’m pregnant!” she gasped, her voice shaking.
Karla was silent for half a second, then cursed under her breath. “How the hell— Listen, Megan, you need to stay where you are. Do NOT leave the shelter. I’ll get to you as soon as I can.”
Megan’s heartbeat was pounding in her ears. She felt exposed and trapped. How did he find out? Who told him? She looked around the break room, feeling suddenly unsafe, like someone was watching her. Then the next message came in.
Unknown Number: “If you don’t call me by noon tomorrow, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
Jalen was still sore but feeling better as he sat at home, eating a sandwich and scrolling through his phone when Karla’s name popped up.
He answered immediately. “Hey, baby, what’s up?”
Karla didn’t waste time. “Chris knows about Megan’s pregnancy. He sent her some threatening texts this morning from an unknown number.”
Jalen sat up straight, his whole body tensing. “What?! How?!”
“We don’t know yet.” Karla said, her voice sounding tight. “I’m heading to her now. She’s shaken up. We need to figure out our next move.”
Jalen ran a hand down his face, frustration building. “This motherfucker just won’t quit.”
Karla’s voice turned steely. “Jalen, we need to be strategic. I may still have a card up my sleeve that I can play, but if we’re not careful, he’ll continue to stack leverage in his favor.”
Jalen exhaled slowly, clenching his jaw. “I’m not gonna let him touch her, Karla. Whatever we have to do, I’m in.”
Karla sighed. “I know, Jalen. We’ll figure this out. Just let me handle this for now.”
Jalen hated not being able to move freely, but he knew she was right.
“Keep me posted,” he said.
“Always,” Karla promised.
Megan hadn’t slept. Every little noise made her jolt awake with her heart pounding in her chest. The phone was still on the table, taunting her. She hadn’t called Chris. She had ignored his threats. Now, she was waiting for the fallout.
At noon, another message came in.
Unknown Number: “Wrong choice.”
Megan’s breath caught. A moment later, a loud knock sounded at the shelter’s entrance. One of the staff members answered, and Megan felt her stomach twist when she heard the hushed, urgent conversation. Then, the staff member came into the common room and looked straight at Megan.
“There’s someone here to see you.”
Megan froze. Her mind raced as she stared at the staff member.
“Who is it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The staff member hesitated, glancing back toward the entrance. “He won’t give his name, but he insists that you’ll want to talk to him.”
Megan’s stomach twisted. It had to be someone from Chris. She had two choices. She could refuse to see whoever it was, which would likely only escalate things, or she could face them, figure out what they knew, and try to get ahead of this. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.
“I’ll talk to him.”
The staff member led her to the small waiting area near the entrance. As soon as she stepped inside, she recognized the man immediately.
Douglas Cain. Chris’s private investigator. Of course.
Cain was tall, lean, and dressed in a sharp suit. His graying hair was slicked back, and his eyes held an air of quiet menace. He wasn’t just an investigator; he was Chris’s fixer. The man who made problems disappear.
Megan crossed her arms. “I have nothing to say to you, Cain.”
Cain smiled, unfazed. “That’s fine, Mrs. Westward. You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to deliver a message.”
“I’m not your client’s wife anymore.”
“Legally, you are, and that’s exactly the issue.”
Megan clenched her jaw.
“Chris is ... disappointed.” Cain continued with his tone eerily calm. “You had the chance to make this easy, but instead, you’ve chosen to hide and involve outsiders, and now—,” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You’ve chosen to carry another man’s child.”
Megan’s blood ran cold. So, he did know.
Megan swallowed, keeping her face neutral. “You’re wasting your time. I don’t owe Chris anything.”
Cain tilted his head. “No? Well, the courts may disagree. You see, Chris has been very patient, but that patience is wearing thin.”
Megan laughed bitterly. “Patient? He’s been sending PIs after me for months!”
Cain smiled. “Prove it.”
Megan’s hands clenched into fists.
“The thing about Chris,” Cain continued, “is that he always wins. He’s powerful, connected. Do you really think a judge will side with a woman who ran away in the middle of the night, who is now pregnant with another man’s baby while still legally married? Who do you think they’ll believe?”
Megan refused to let him see her fear.
“If Chris is so sure of himself, why send you here? Why threaten me? If he had me backed into a corner, you wouldn’t be here. That tells me he’s scared.”
Cain’s smile flickered just for a second. Megan felt a tiny surge of confidence.
“Chris doesn’t scare me anymore,” she said firmly. “And neither do you.”
Cain took a step back, adjusting his cufflinks. “Brave words, but bravery won’t protect you when this all falls apart.”
He turned toward the door, then paused. “Oh, and Megan?”
She tensed.
“I’d be very careful about who you trust.”
Then, he walked out. Megan stood frozen. What did he mean by that? Who was he implying she couldn’t trust?
She needed to call Karla. Now.
Later that afternoon, Megan sat in Karla’s office, pacing back and forth as she relayed everything Cain had said.
Karla listened silently.
When Megan finished, Karla exhaled sharply. “He’s trying to rattle you. He wants you scared and unsure. That’s Chris’s strategy. Always has been.”
Megan ran a hand through her hair. “But what if he’s right? What if he actually finds a way to use this pregnancy against me?”
Karla shook her head. “He won’t. That’s why we have the prenup, the financial records, evidence of infidelity and emotional abuse. This all predates Jalen’s arrival, and it’s all stacking against him.”
Megan hesitated. “Then why does it feel like we’re still losing?”
Karla sighed. “Because men like Chris don’t go down quietly, and because we’re in the part of the fight where he’s getting desperate. That’s when they become the most dangerous.”
Megan sank into a chair, feeling exhausted. “So, what do we do next?”
Karla tapped her pen against her desk. “We counter his threats with legal pressure. If he’s willing to play dirty, then we’ll play smarter.”
She picked up a file and placed it in front of Megan.
“We file for an emergency restraining order. Not just against you, but against Jalen too.”
Megan’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Why Jalen?”
“Because if Chris even so much as breathes in Jalen’s direction, it strengthens our case. It shows a pattern of harassment. The more we can paint Chris as a threat, the better our position in court. We use this to lock him down before he can make another move.”
Megan nodded slowly. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Karla gave her a firm look. “And in the meantime, you do not contact him. You do not answer any unknown numbers. You don’t go anywhere alone. We do this by the book.”
Megan swallowed hard. “And if he doesn’t back down?”
Karla’s expression hardened. “Then we make sure he never gets the chance to come near you again.”
Megan nodded.
“I’m calling Jalen,” Karla said pulling out her phone. “He’ll want an update.”
Karla dialed Jalen and put him on speaker. He picked up after two rings.
“Please tell me you have good news,” Jalen said as soon as he picked up.
“We’re filing a restraining order,” Karla responded.
Jalen exhaled. “Good.”
“But that means you’re going to have to keep away from Megan for a while longer. If Chris even suspects you two are in contact, he’ll try to spin it as proof of an affair before the divorce is finalized. We can’t give him any ammo.”
Jalen exhaled audibly through the phone. “I get it,” he said. “But I hate it.”
Karla sighed. “I know, Jalen, but trust me. We’re almost at the finish line. We just need to be smart about this.”
Jalen took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. “Fine, but the second this is over, I want to be the first person Megan sees.”
Karla smiled slightly. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Sweetie, I’m going to be all over you when this is over! Don’t worry!” Megan called to the phone.
“And I’m not letting you go after this.” Jalen responded loud enough through the speaker for her to hear.
“Fuck yeah, you won’t!” Megan replied, with a small smile.
“We’ll talk soon, Jalen,” Karla said, smiling now.
“Love y’all!” Jalen called.
“Love you too!” Megan and Karla responded together.
An hour later, Karla had the office phone pressed to her ear as she finalized the emergency restraining order against Chris Westward.
Megan was still sitting across from Karla, nervously rubbing her wrist. “Do you think this will stop him?” she asked softly.
Karla, ever the professional, leaned forward with her eyes sharp. “No. Not yet, but it will box him in legally. He wants to play dirty? Then we’ll use the law to destroy him.”
She picked up a folder and tapped it on the desk. “I’ve been packing this file on Chris for weeks now. The private investigators, the intimidation texts, and now Cain paying you a visit? It’s all documented. The judge isn’t going to like this. If we keep applying pressure, Chris is going to make a huge mistake.”
Megan swallowed hard. “And if he doesn’t?”
Karla exhaled. “Then we force his hand in court.”
Jalen sat on the barstool in his kitchen, scrolling through his phone, reading Karla’s updates. The restraining order was filed.
He exhaled. We’re closing in.
His phone buzzed. It was a text from Jessica.
Jessica: “How are you feeling?”
Jalen smiled. His ribs still ached, but knowing she cared really meant something.
Jalen: “Getting stronger. I can jog a little now. You still thinking about the other night?”
A pause. Then...
Jessica: “Yeah ... and that scares me”
Jalen sighed before responding.
Jalen: “Is it me or my situation?”
There was nothing for a few moments. Then the three dots appeared before Jessica’s short reply eventually came in.
Jessica: “Both”
Jalen’s smile faded. He knew exactly what she meant.
Jalen: “I understand. I know my situation is a lot. Hell, I’m a lot. If you decide that it’s too much, then I’ll respect that.”
The three dots appeared immediately. They appeared, disappeared, and reappeared several times before Jessica’s response came through.
Jessica: “It’s not that you’re a lot, Jalen. I do like you, and I enjoyed the other night. But you also make me feel things that are so outside my comfort zone and that can feel overwhelming at times. Now your situation with the seven baby mamas? Yeah ... that’s a lot.”
Jalen actually chuckled at her response, but he also understood completely. She wasn’t wrong. Having feelings for a man who already had seven women pregnant with his children was a lot. He couldn’t blame Jessica if she decided she couldn’t handle it.
I mean, how many women COULD handle that? Jalen thought.
Before he could send another reply, another text came in, this time from Karla.
Karla: “Can you talk? There’s something you need to know.”
Jalen sat up straighter, tension creeping back in. He dialed Karla’s number. It only rang once before she picked up.
“Hey, thanks for calling so quickly,” she said, answering.
Jalen answered. “What’s going on?”
Karla sighed. “Chris is not stopping, Jalen. We need to be ready for whatever he tries next.”
Jalen exhaled, running a hand over his face. “Karla, I think we need to go on the offensive. I don’t think we have a choice. We need to fast-track whatever legal options we have to shut Chris down before he tries something more drastic.”
Karla sighed. “I’m already working on it, but legally, we have to wait for Chris to slip up.”
Jalen exhaled sharply. “That’s not good enough.”
“I know,” Karla admitted. “Which is why we need leverage.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “What kind of leverage?”
Karla hesitated. “Chris is still desperate to find something on you that links you to Megan. That means he’s making mistakes. If we can expose his tactics, we might have enough to put him on the defensive. In the meantime, I have a contact that knows Chris’s old accountant. He’s been trying to get in touch with him but that’s been difficult. If we can make contact and flip him, I’d bet my life he’s got financial dirt on Chris that will not only cement this case, but also send Chris to jail.”
Jalen whistled. “Damn, Karla, that would be huge. So, while you’re working that, what should we do in the meantime? We need proof of his intimidation tactics, right? His illegal investigations?”
“Exactly,” Karla confirmed. “If we can catch him crossing the line, we can use it against him.”
Jalen’s grip on the phone tightened. “And how do we do that?”
Karla’s voice was calm but firm. “We set a trap.”
“So, you’re saying we create a situation where Chris tries to pull something shady, and we catch him in the act?” Jalen said, his voice laced with more excitement.
Karla nodded. “Exactly.”
Jalen exhaled. “And how do we bait him?”
Karla smiled. “Leave that to me.”
Jalen trusted Karla, but he had a bad feeling about this. Chris wasn’t the type to play fair.
The next day, Karla made a strategic move. She leaked false information to a controlled source. It was a source she suspected was feeding intel to Chris.
The bait was that Megan was planning to meet Jalen in a secret location to talk about a large sum of money he had supposedly given her to fund her escape.
It was a lie, but Karla was counting on Chris’s paranoia to make him act recklessly. Now all they had to do was wait.
Twenty-four hours later, Karla sat in her office, tapping her beige-colored nails against her desk as she stared at her phone. Then it buzzed. Call from an Unknown Number.
Her eyes sharpened. She answered smoothly. “Karla Silva.”
Silence. Then, a familiar, cold voice. “Ms. Silva.”
Karla smiled.
Gotcha, she thought.
“Christopher ... I was wondering when you’d call,” she said, her tone casual.
Chris Westward was silent for a moment. Then said, “You must think you’re really smart.”
Karla leaned back in her chair. “Oh, I don’t think, I know.”
Chris chuckled darkly. “You’re spreading lies, hoping to get me to act impulsively. Cute.”
“Lies?” Karla said, feigning innocence. “I’m simply doing my job. Defending my client, protecting her rights, oh, and making sure you don’t get away with your usual intimidation tactics.”
Chris’s voice dropped. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”
Karla’s grip on her phone tightened, but she didn’t flinch. “Is that a threat, Mr. Westward?”
Chris chuckled again. “You tell me.”
Karla let a beat of silence pass. Then, she dropped the hammer.
“You know, Chris, I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you.”
“Oh, and why’s that?”
Karla’s smile widened. “Because I have reason to believe that a certain private investigator of yours has been using illegal methods to gather information on my client.”
Silence. Karla continued.
“Now, I could go to the State Bar with this information. Maybe even the DA’s office. Have a little conversation about ethics violations, but...” She trailed off, savoring the moment.
Chris’s tone was tight. “But what?”
“But I’d hate for your reputation to take such a nasty hit. So, how about you drop your investigation into Megan and everyone else you’ve had your people watching, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be generous enough to forget this little call ever happened.”
Chris exhaled sharply through the receiver. Karla felt like she had him, but then, Chris did something she didn’t expect. He laughed. A long, slow, and mocking laugh.
“Oh, Karla,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “You really think you’ve got this all figured out, don’t you?”
Karla’s smile faded slightly. Chris’s tone darkened.
“You’re playing defense, but I’m playing offense, and you have no idea what I have planned next.”
Then ... click. The line went dead. Karla slowly lowered her phone, her heart pounding.
“Shit.”
Chris leaned back in his office chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass. He was pissed, but also amused. He expected Megan’ camp to try something. What they didn’t know was that he had already planned his next step. He picked up his phone and dialed another number.
Douglas Cain answered. “Mr. Westward?”
Chris smiled. “I need a different kind of service this time.”
A pause. Then... “How can I be of service?”
Karla sat in the dimly lit living room of her condo, sipping a glass of water. She wasn’t rattled easily, but something about the way Chris had laughed...
“You have no idea what I have planned next,” he had said.
That part wouldn’t leave her head. Her gut told her Chris wasn’t bluffing. She glanced at her phone, debating whether to call Jalen. He was still recovering, and she didn’t want to stress him out, but at the same time, he needed to know.
Her doorbell rang. Karla’s eyes snapped toward the door. It’s almost 10 PM. Who the hell—?
She carefully placed her glass down and reached into the drawer of the coffee table. Her 9mm Glock was there. She wasn’t naive enough to be unarmed with everything going on.
Approaching the door, she checked the peephole. Her entire body relaxed when she saw who was standing there.
She quickly unlocked it.
“Jalen! What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.”
Jalen smiled slightly. “I was resting until I got a bad feeling. Figured I’d come check on you. Don’t worry, I wasn’t followed. And I came through the back entrance. No one saw me.”
Karla sighed, rubbing her temples. “Dammit, Jalen.” She looked him up and down. “You should still be taking it easy. You were shot, remember?”
Jalen grinned. “Yeah, I know. Still hurts.”
Karla shook her head but stepped aside to let him in.
“You want something to drink?” she asked, shutting the door.
“Nah, I’m good,” Jalen said, walking toward the couch. “But I do want to know what the hell happened with Chris today.”
Karla exhaled. “He called me.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“I called him out,” Karla replied. “He tried to rattle me. I rattled him back, but...”
Jalen frowned. “But what?”
Karla hesitated before saying, “He wasn’t scared, Jalen. He was confident. Too confident. He’s got something planned, and I don’t know what it is.”
Jalen’s expression darkened. He sat down, leaning forward slightly, deep in thought.
Karla sat next to him. “I didn’t want to tell you yet. You need to be focused on healing.”
Jalen chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, well, Chris doesn’t give a damn about my recovery. If he’s planning something, we need to be ahead of it.”
Karla nodded. “I agree, but until we know what he’s doing, we have to be careful.”
A silence fell between them. Jalen suddenly glanced at the coffee table drawer where she had put her Glock back.
“You expecting trouble tonight?” he asked, his voice sounding a little more serious.
Karla smiled slightly, which seem to ease his concern. “Always.”
Jalen sighed and leaned back, running a hand down his face. “God, I miss all of you.”
Karla turned toward him. “We miss you too.”
Jalen looked at her. “I need to see everyone soon. I hate this.”
Karla softened. “I know, but we can’t be reckless. Chris is watching. Honestly, you coming here was reckless.”
Jalen shook his head. “Yeah, well, you can only contain me for so long.”
Karla laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.
“Soooo, now that I’m here...” Jalen began.
Karla rolled her eyes and then smiled before closing the distance and pulling him into a hungry kiss.
“You’re still in trouble for sneaking over here,” she said against his lips between kisses.
“Then I guess you’ll have to punish me.” Jalen responded with a smirk before kissing her again.
Karla pulled back, grabbed Jalen’s hand, and led him to her bedroom.
Two nights later
Kristen: “Hey, babe. How are you feeling? Did you take your medicine?”
Jalen: “Yep. Just did. Feeling good all things considered.”
There was a pause, before Kristen texted again.
Kristen: “I really miss you. I wish you could be here right now.”
Jalen, sitting on his couch reading Kristen’s text, suddenly became angry. He was angry at Chris Westward for keeping him away from the women he loved. He knew Karla had good reason and he respected her strategy. But he couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t about to let Chris Westward keep him from comforting one of the women in his life who needed him.
Jalen: “I’m coming over.”
Kristen: “Jalen, no. Don’t do anything rash. It’s fine. Remember what Karla said.”
Jalen: “Na, fuck that. I’m coming. I’ll be careful, but I’m not letting Chris’s bitch-ass keep me from you all any longer.”
He expected Kristen to respond with something telling him to stay home and not be reckless, but instead she texted:
Kristen: “Okay. Just be careful. Please.”
With that, five minutes later, Jalen was hopping into his truck.
Twenty minutes after leaving his apartment, he parked his truck a block away from Kristen’s apartment complex, taking a few extra moments to scan the area.
He had taken every precaution to ensure he wasn’t being followed, doubling back on roads, making unnecessary turns, and watching his mirrors.
When he walked up to the complex and neared the building entrance, he stopped. There was a shady-looking dude posted near the entrance to Kristen’s apartment building.
Jalen’s instincts kicked in immediately. The man was dressed in dark clothing, pretending to scroll through his phone while not-so-subtly stealing glances at the front entrance. He had to be one of Chris’ guys.
Chris was stepping up his surveillance of everyone associated with him and Megan.
“If they think they’re getting near Kristen, they got me fucked up.” Jalen whispered to himself.
He grabbed his phone and texted Kristen.
Jalen: “I’m outside, but don’t come out. You have company.”
Kristen: “What? Who?”
Jalen: “Not sure, but he ain’t here by accident. Stay inside.”
Jalen didn’t wait for her response. He walked up to the entrance, not bothering to quiet his steps.
The man near the entrance clearly noticed him but pretended to keep looking at his phone. Jalen walked straight toward him. The man turned slightly away, as if trying to play it off, but Jalen wasn’t having it. He closed the distance fast.
“You lost?” Jalen asked, his voice low and steady.
The man scoffed but didn’t look up. “Nah, I’m good.”
Jalen tilted his head. “You sure? ‘Cause you been standing here looking real outta place for a minute now.”
The man exhaled through his nose. “Ain’t none of your business.”
Wrong fucking answer.
Jalen stepped in closer, forcing the man to either look up at him.
“I just made it my business,” Jalen said coldly. “So, I’ll ask you one more time. Who you waitin on?”
The man finally looked at him. He appeared mid-30s, with a wiry build and a hard face, the type that had seen some shit but wasn’t built for real confrontation. He gave Jalen a once-over, as if sizing him up, and smiled.
“You should watch yourself, Moss.”
Jalen’s blood ran hot. So, this wasn’t random. Chris had sent him. Jalen’s fists flexed at his sides.
“That a threat?” Jalen asked, his voice dangerously even.
The man chuckled, stepping back slightly. “I’m just sayin’ ... keep your head on a swivel. Lotta people got their eyes on you now.”
Jalen held his ground. “You tell your people ... if they so much as breathe in Kristen’s direction, I will find them, and when I do, it ain’t gonna be words we exchange.”
The man’s smile faltered for a split second, but he quickly recovered. “I’ll pass that along,” he muttered before turning and walking away.
Jalen didn’t move until the man was out of sight. Then, he turned and walked straight into Kristen’s building.
The moment Jalen stepped inside, Kristen was on him, closing the door behind him.
“What the hell was that?!” she hissed.
Jalen ran a hand down his face, trying to steady his anger. “Chris has got people watching.”
Kristen’s face paled. “He’s watching me?”
Jalen exhaled, gripping the back of his neck. “I don’t know if it’s you specifically or just me and everyone close to me. Either way, I didn’t like the way dude was posted outside.”
Kristen crossed her arms. “What do we do?”
Jalen looked at her, studying her face. He saw the worry beneath her strong exterior. He stepped closer with his hands finding her waist. “We don’t let that motherfucker win.”
Kristen’s eyes softened just a little. “I hate this,” she whispered.
Jalen cupped her face gently. “I know, me too.”
They stood there for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth, before Kristen finally exhaled.
“Stay the night?” she asked quietly.
Jalen didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. I’m staying.”
Rachel DeSantos was not the kind of woman you could easily shake. She had spent years in the sports world, holding her own in male-dominated spaces, dealing with aggressive athletes, egotistical coaches, and entitled executives who thought they could intimidate her just because she was a woman. She had put in work in the gym, in her career, and in her personal life.
So, when two random men decided they wanted to press her outside of her apartment complex the same night Jalen went to see Kristen, they found out the hard way that they picked the wrong one.
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