SAVAGE

18


The movement of her legs brought pain to her inner core. She furrowed her eyebrows while continuing to whine from the discomfort she was in. Jersey's eyes fluttered open, briefly watching the ceiling fan that rotated at a brisk cycle.

Jersey studied the right side of the bed. It was empty. Malcolm had left while she was sleeping. She inhaled and immediately started smiling to herself. She could smell him; his alluring scent was all over her sheets and pillowcases.

Curiously, she wondered what he used because he smelled so damn good. In her opinion, it was a mixture of fresh laundry and frankincense.

She yawned, smelling her stale breath that caused her sit up. Jersey tried pushing herself out of bed. She clenched her jaws when slight pain occurred from her thighs. Thanks to Malcolm and his energy, he had her doing all kinds of positions.

She sat on the edge of the bed with nothing on. When she pushed her legs open, she could feel the wetness from her recent s****l involvement with Malcolm.

As soon as she stood up to find her robe, Jersey noticed a note that was sitting on the nightstand. She grabbed the note and read it carefully.

Call me when you wake up. I need to discuss something with you. I left you money for a Plan B—s**t was crazy last night. There should be enough left for you to get your crusty ass feet scrubbed. — Malcolm

Jersey's mouth dropped when she read the last sentence. She looked down at her feet and realized that only one was indeed crusty. Her foot was still injured from smashing the clock, but she knew that Malcolm wouldn't believe her.

She looked at the money that was folded neatly beside her phone. Jersey grabbed the cash and thumbed through it. Malcolm had left her five hundred dollars. She furrowed her eyebrows in slight anger as she thought about his motive.

A prostitute, she felt like.

Growing up, Jersey witnessed a lot of prostitution going on. She lived in a brothel, so she was used to seeing drunken men slipping prostitutes a bankroll of cash after a long night of sucking and f*****g.

She didn't want to be treated that way. Jersey had s*x with Malcolm because she wanted to. She didn't want him thinking anything else. The young woman didn't see him as a cash cow, and she felt like he needed to know that. She tossed the money back on the table.

Quietly, she tipped over to the lone chair that sat in the corner of her room. Jersey snatched her robe up and slid it on with ease.

Before leaving out, Jersey grabbed her phone and quickly called Malcolm. She knew he would answer. The man never lazed around. He was an early bird who stayed out and about. Malcolm was going to get his bag, by any means.

The phone rang twice before he picked up. She stood there with her eyebrows furrowed as she looked over at the money.

"Finally, you're up." Malcolm greeted with his deep, yet soothing voice.

She looked over at the clock that was mounted on the wall. The time showed nine in the morning. Malcolm made it seem like it was twelve in the afternoon. 

"It's only nine." She replied dryly.

"That's late for me."

Jersey sighed and said, "Why do I need to talk you?"

Malcolm stayed quiet for a while, which made Jersey call his name.

"Malcolm?" She called out.

"I'm here...I'm just trying to figure out why you got so much animosity this early in the morning with me. The f**k did I do?"

She rolled her eyes upwards and scoffed. His calmness was new to her. She'd never experienced that with a man before. Malcolm could get rowdy, but he tried to stay on a serene path.

"You left me money..." Jersey trailed off while palming her face.

"I'm doing us a favor." He remarked. "We were reckless last night and I'm not trying to be no father. I don't have my s**t together."

"I'm not talking about that, Malcolm." Jersey stressed out. "I'm not upset about your reason for leaving it. I'm upset because you left me five hundred dollars. A Plan B doesn't cost that much, and it doesn't cost that much for me to get my crusty ass feet scrubbed."

Malcolm couldn't help but to smirk to himself as he thought about Jersey's feet. They weren't ugly at all, just rough. He didn't like that s**t at all. He didn't even allow his own feet to get crusty.

"I'm going to be honest with you. I don't feel right taking that much money from you. Especially after us having s*x. I'm not a ho, I don't sleep around with men for money, so don't go treating me like it. I had s*x with you last night because I wanted to, not because I want money."

Malcolm did it again, a pregnant pause. He was trying to find the right words to say as he sat at the table. He was getting ready for a business meeting.

"That tone of yours is very hostile towards me. I'mma need for you to match mine. You're being mad disrespectful, yo." He stated with such calmness, but he really wanted to blow up. He didn't even see his generosity that way.

Jersey could feel her n*****s hardening. She silently cursed herself for getting aroused by Malcolm's calm assertiveness and his New York accent that could be heard clearly.

"Malcolm, I'm being serious right now. I don't want the money—I'm not spending it."

He frowned in irritation; Jersey was really trying to piss him off.

"You really think I'm walking around giving hoes money?"

It was Jersey's turn to stay quiet.

"I didn't see the s**t that way," Malcolm continued. "I wasn't even thinking like that. I know you're not on that ho s**t. I gave you the money because I scheduled you an appointment at the spa."

"The spa?" Jersey reiterated with disbelief.

"Yeah, that's why I wanted you to call me. I have an assistant now and... I appointed her as your new driver. She's going to take you there and anywhere else you want to go today."

Jersey swallowed her spit as she thought about Malcolm's explanation. She couldn't believe that he was going out of the way for her. 

"Oh..." Was all she could muster up to say. Her mouth gaped in humiliation and regret. Her past had her thinking the worst. "I'm sorry...it's just that...I'm sorry."

"It's cool..." He trailed off, "But go ahead and get ready. I'll send her number to your phone. Call her once you're dressed. I have a meeting to attend."

A meeting. Jersey said to herself. Malcolm was a rare breed. His exterior made him look like a straight up thug, but he was so much more than that. He was an intelligent, black man who read a lot and invested his money into great business opportunities.

"What's her name?" She mustered up to ask him while looking around the room.

"Candace." He replied quickly. "I have to go."

"Okay." Was all she could muster up to say. Jersey ended the call and tossed her phone right on the bed. Quickly, she thought about what she was going to wear. Since she would be going to the spa, she wanted to at least dress comfortable.

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Malcolm peered down at his Rolex. It was a quarter to twelve, he had just left his important business meeting. Now, he was headed straight to his bar. He had told Lorenzo to meet him there since he had some good news to share with him.

Finally, he was able to come through and get his boy a job interview. Malcolm knew an old Italian man who needed more employees, so he recommended Lorenzo.

When he walked in, he noticed that the bar was filled with customers. Just the way he liked it. More customers meant more money for him. He greeted some people with a simple head nod, not really liking the big spotlight that his customers had put on him in.

"Boss." Sarai greeted solemnly with a deadpanned expression. She held a tray of beers in her hand, looking exhausted from running around the place like a hamster in a maze.

"Sarai." He replied, greeting his loyal employee. She had been with him since the beginning.

"Your friend is over at the bar...trying to violate me and the other women again. Dean was able to put a stop to it, though." She informed him while rolling her eyes.

"Thanks for the lookout. I'll handle him." He thanked her while moseying over to the bar. Lorenzo held a drink in his hand as he sat there running his mouth. From Malcolm's perspective, he could tell that he was arguing with Dean who stood behind the counter. His eyebrows were furrowed as he gave Lorenzo a piece of his mind.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you're being mad disrespectful." Dean stated clearly as he hunched his shoulders. "That's all. You can at least respect the woman. She doesn’t want you touching on her and shit."

"Just stay out all of it." Lorenzo dismissed him with a hand wave. "The b***h is just playing hard to get—"

"What's the use of trying to get through to you..." Dean interjected while tossing his towel on the counter. He leaned over and looked Lorenzo right in his droopy eyes, making sure he could see the pettiness in his. "You've been in prison your whole life; you don't know s**t about women."

Lorenzo thought about what he said for a minute. He tried to process everything as his eyes fluttered. Before he could think, he stood up out of his chair and pointed his finger in Dean's face. 

"f**k you! You don't know me."

"I know enough." Dean retorted.

"Yo, chill." Malcolm interjected as he pushed Lorenzo back. Both men stood there, ready to attack each other. The customers in the bar turned their attention on them, hoping for a fight.

"Man, this nigga tryna play me up in here!" Lorenzo bellowed as his lips doubled in anger. In his mind, he saw blood and Dean was definitely the target he was trying to get to.

Malcolm figured his past was still haunting him. Even if it didn't, it was still a touching subject for him. Murdering a person was a hard thing to get over—for some people. However, Lorenzo murdered his brother. He'd tried burying that devastating memory, but it was hard for him. He heard voices—his brother's cries and screams from time to time. That s**t bothered him.

"He can't seem to keep his f*****g hands to himself." Dean informed his cousin in a calm tone. "So, I told him the truth."

"Look, I'll handle it." Malcolm replied while looking over at Lorenzo. "Follow me outside."

Lorenzo looked over at his drink that was made by Dean. He didn't want it anymore, so he left it there. He followed behind Malcolm who was leading the way.

"I'mma need for you to calm down." Malcolm spoke, looking over at Lorenzo who was leaned on the glass.

"I'm trying man, but that nigga f****d up."

"Yeah..." Malcolm concurred. He agreed with Lorenzo. Dean really did hit a low blow with mentioning his prison stint. However, Lorenzo needed to keep his hands to himself. He couldn't just touch women whenever he felt like it. He didn't own their bodies.

"But you have to control yourself." Malcolm spoke up, lecturing him. "You can't just touch on women because you want to. Women aren't objects, yo. They're human beings like us. What Dean was trying to say is that you've been out of touch with women for a while, and that's alright. That's what I'm here for—to help you. Just don't do no s**t like that anymore. Unless you're willing to do another bid and register as a s*x offender afterwards."

"Nah, man..." Lorenzo shook his head as he pulled a cigarette out of his Newport pack. "I'm not trying to go down that road again."

"I'm glad to hear that. You want to start your newfound freedom on a straight path." Malcolm nodded as he looked around, checking his surroundings. "But look, I found you a job."

Lorenzo's anger and deadpanned expression disappeared. He looked over at Malcolm with those droopy, yet large eyes.

"Yo, you for real?"

"I'm serious." Malcolm replied coolly. "This construction company is looking for construction laborers to hire. I put in a good word for you. You probably don't know anything about construction, but they offer a paid training class, so you'll be straight."

"Aw, man." Lorenzo expressed as he shook his head. He still looked the same when Malcolm first met him at the bar. His hair was still dry and muddled. He wore casual clothes that didn't seem too bad. However, he needed new shoes.

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything man. I don't like all of that sentimental s**t anyway." Malcolm replied. "Just don't disappoint me. Do what you have to do in order to get and keep the job. Now, I'm helping you out man. I put in a good word for you because I know you're serious about not wanting to work with your pops at the church."

"I'mma do what I have to do." Lorenzo stated. "I promise."

"Don't promise me s**t. Just do it."

Lorenzo nodded his head, noticing the menacing stare that Malcolm gave him. He wanted Lorenzo to understand that he wasn't to be played with. He didn't like promises. All he wanted was for Lorenzo to handle his business and not f**k over him.

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"Malcolm's car was parked outside late last night."

"What?" Jersey replied while combing through her curls. She heard Kelli; she just didn't want to answer her.

Kelli leaned on the bathroom archway; arms folded. She looked more like an upset parent instead of a best friend. Her Indian mane flowed down her back, with bouncy curls.

"Malcolm was here last night, wasn't he?"

Jersey shrugged her shoulders and said, "Yeah, so what?" 

"So what?" Kelli reiterated as her eyes turned into slits. "You're f*****g him, again."

"Why does it even matter?"

"It matters because...you know Malcolm. He's not going to settle down, Jay. I told you that already. I know how you are when it comes to men. You want a relationship—Malcolm just wants to f**k you whenever he gets ready."

Jersey furrowed her brows. She couldn't believe that Kelli had the audacity to preach to her. In her opinion, her friend needed to take her own advice. She was the one who needed to realize that she had a nonexistent relationship with Ryder.

"I got me, I'm good." Jersey replied as she placed her hand on her chest. She looked at Kelli who sported a slight frown on her caramel face. "Do yourself a favor and take your own advice. I know that Malcolm isn't looking anything serious right now. Truth is, I'm not either. I just want s*x. s*x, Kelli..."

"I can't believe you're saying this..." Kelli trailed off with a head shake. "You don't even sound like yourself."

"I'm fine."

"Oh, really?"

Jersey placed her belongings in their respective place and turned to look at her friend again. She c****d her head to the side and studied her closely.

"Really, Kelli I'm fine. I just hope you're fine as well."

"Oh, I'm good. I feel much better."

"So, you're over Ryder?"

"I'm done with him. I had to block his number, f*****g stalker."

Hearing that Kelli had blocked Ryder's number was music to Jersey's ears. She was tired of her friend moping around and being angry with everybody who stepped in her presence.

"Well, that's good you're over him. Hopefully, you'll stop being mad at the world."

"I was never mad at the world, Jay. I was just...hurt and confused. I caught feelings...knowing I wasn't supposed to. Especially since I'm in a relationship myself."

Jersey's skin crawl when Kelli mentioned her relationship. She didn't care for Travis at all. He was a disrespectful fiend, just like his friend, Quintin.

She touched Kelli's shoulder, giving it a few pats. "You'll be alright. Since you're questioning me, now it's time for me to do the same."

Kelli's eyebrows hiked up as she watched Jersey closely.

"Where were you last night? Your car was parked outside, but you weren't here. Malcolm had to unlock the door for me."

"I was out...with Vee." She replied dryly. "We went out for a couple of drinks."

"Oh, okay." Jersey replied, not thinking too far about the situation. "So, when I come back, we need to have a serious discussion about these bills."

"What about them?" Kelli questioned her.

"I need help, Kelli. I can't keep paying for everything. You need to at least help me by going half on the groceries, the gas bill, and the toiletry supplies."

Kelli looked off and rolled her eyes. She didn't think that Jersey would catch on to her eye roll, but she did.

"Look, I'm not making that much at the library. I can barely buy myself anything. I just need a little help. But we'll talk more when I come home." Jersey continued.

"Where are you going?" She probed nosily.

"I have some duties to tend to." Jersey replied, not going into detail. She didn't want to tell her friend that she was going to spend some quality time at the spa.

"Duties?"

"Yes."

Jersey traveled to her room with Kelli right on her heels. As soon as she stepped foot inside, she picked up her phone and noticed a text from Candace, stating she was outside waiting.

"How are you going to get around? You need a lift?"

"I have a new driver, thanks to Malcolm. It's a woman this time, her name is Candace. His assistant."

"Hmmm..." Kelli hummed as she stood there with a smirk on her face. "s**t, maybe he will change for you."

Jersey just pursed her lips as she slid her feet into her slides. She decided to dress casually since she would spending her time at the spa. She wore a t-shirt that seemed a little large on her frame with some leggings and slides. Her outfit was simple, yet comfortable. She could finally remove the bandage from her injured foot. It was healed and she was thankful for that.

"I'll see you later." She replied while grabbing her bag.

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The black Cadillac Escalade was parked right outside. Jersey plodded over as she tighten her grip around her bag. She wasn't expecting for Candace to pick her up in a luxury SUV. As soon as she neared the truck, the window on the driver's side rolled down. 

The motion revealed Candace. Jersey looked over at her carefully and noticed the serious look on her face. She didn't crack a smile at all.

"You Jersey?" She questioned her with a deadpan expression.

Jersey nodded her head as she quickly studied the unfriendly woman behind the wheel. She was fair skinned with a round face. She had honey eyes—similar to Malcolm's. Her long, auburn hair was pulled into a bun.

"I'm Candace. The doors are unlocked."

"Nice to meet you." Jersey greeted her as she pulled on the handle and jumped in the backseat.

"Likewise. So..." She trailed off with a sigh. "Where you want to go first?"

"I need to stop by the nearest drug store. CVS, if that's okay with you."

"Sure."

Jersey decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. She also took the opportunity to observe the interior of the Cadillac. It smelled brand new, like leather. There was no signs of wear and tear, anywhere. Jersey loved the maple leather seats, spacious accommodation, and the newly installed technology.

It took them a minute to get near CVS. The traffic was a little backed up due to God knows what. Candace managed to keep quiet as she fought her way through the traffic. She wasn't a big talker, which was even better for Jersey. She didn't talk that much either, due to her trait of being unfriendly.

Candace parked across the street, giving Jersey the easy route needed. She hopped out of the vehicle and watched her surroundings before crossing the street. The pedestrians of New York and tourists were everywhere. She minded her business and decided to scurry inside the drugstore.

Jersey wandered around CVS as she looked at the signs for the designated aisle. People were everywhere, trying to shop. She found herself on the aisle for s****l contraceptives and etcetera. When her eyes landed on the Plan B, she noticed that it was contained in a clear box. She assumed it was to keep people from stealing them.

She grabbed the box and tried to conceal it as she shuffled near the nearest register. Only one person was in line and she was thankful for that. She didn't need everybody in her business; Instead of purchasing one item out of the store, she decided to grab a bag of chips and a Gatorade on her way to the front.

Jersey slid the Plan B on the counter. Her chips and drinks followed. Her eyes landed on the black girl who was standing behind the counter with a curious look. Eventually, she rung up the items and removed the box that contained the Plan B. Jersey grabbed her bag and left the store quickly to avoid any more lookers.

She found herself closing the door to the truck and putting her seatbelt on. Candace looked into the rearview mirror and said, "All set?"

"Y-yeah." Jersey replied while grabbing her orange Gatorade and Plan B out of the bag. She wasn't trying to waste any more time. Having a baby wasn't something she was ready for. At all.

Nosily, Candace surveyed Jersey in the mirror. She watched as the young girl pulled out a box that was light purple. She knew it was a Plan B, she just didn't say anything.

Jersey struggled to open the box. When she finally got ahold of the pill, she placed it on the tip of her tongue and consumed it with her drink. A relief rushed over her as she thought about what could have happened if she didn't take the pill.

It took Candace approximately twenty minutes to make it to the well-known spa that Malcolm told Jersey about.

"Go ahead and get signed in. I'll be back to pick you up in two hours."

Two freaking hours?

Jersey licked her bottom lip and nodded her head. "O-okay."

"They're already expecting you." Candace assured her.

Jersey grabbed her bag and stepped out of the truck. She looked at the building that stood before her. It was painted in white, with no damage. The building was definitely better looking compared to the other ones beside it. Her eyes fell on the large signs that brought attention.

She grew closer and placed her hand on the handle of the glass door. Jersey walked inside and noticed how beautifully decorated it was. The spa had a rustic style that brought some pizazz to the place. While the floors were wooden, the walls were made of exposed stones, and there was sculptures and portraits everywhere.

Jersey noticed a couple of women walking around with white robes and slippers on. They were busy conversing over a plate of appetizers.

She made her way to the front desk. It was round and occupied by a large sansevieria plant. Jersey placed her hand on the clean area and noticed a white woman behind the desk.

"Hi, how can I help you?"

"Uh, I need to sign in." Jersey replied awkwardly. She wasn't used to doing things like this. She had to calm herself down since her heart was beating rapidly. Her anxiety was definitely f*****g with her.

"Sure. Can I have your last name?"

"Coleman."

"Coleman. Oh, you're Jersey?" Her green eyes widened once she realized that Jersey was on her special guest list.

"Yes."

"Oh, great. I'll sign you in. Let me just call someone over to escort you to your assigned room."

Jersey just plastered a smile on her face as she waited for Autumn to get her settled in. She assumed it was her name since she was wearing the name tag.

Soon, one of the workers did come with a flute glass on a serving tray. Gold liquid occupied the glass as the worker held her arm out.

"I hope you enjoy your time here at The Triangle Spa, Ms. Coleman. Would you like a glass of champagne?"

"S-sure." Jersey replied while grabbing the flute. She consumed a little of the bubbly alcohol as her mouth savored the taste.

"Follow me, I'm going to show you to your assigned room."

Jersey couldn't believe that she was about to be pampered at a five-star spa. She could tell that the place was expensive and luxury due to its environment and the level of professionalism. She sucked in air, feeling grateful.

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"Still nothing." Tilly said to herself as she checked her messages for the fiftieth time. She was expecting to see a whole paragraph sent to her by Malcolm. She wanted an explanation on why he didn't come by her house last night. Tilly couldn't believe that he just blew her off like that. She had everything planned out.

She cooked dinner for the both of them, chilled some good red wine, and wore lingerie just for him to take off. Unfortunately, he didn't come through. He left Tilly to stuff herself and consume half of the wine, causing her to get drunk. She was surprised she was able to get up this morning and go to work.

Instead of dwelling over the situation, she decided to put it to the side and focus on her work. She had a few things to do before going out on patrol. Tilly placed her phone inside her drawer and grabbed the paperwork that was inside a Manila folder.

She stood up, fixing her pants that seemed to hug her voluptuous, lower half. Her coal, black hair was pulled into a low bun for safety reasons. Tilly sauntered out of her office and noticed a conversation going on as she grew closer. She realized it was Gaines and Newton.

Quickly, she ducked off into the storage room. Still, she managed to keep the door cracked open as she eavesdropped.

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet. I just can't take her word. I don't know if her niece really had something to do with her son's murder."

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Newton replied with a sinister grin on his face.

"Leave it to me." Gaines demanded while giving Newton a stern look. "I don't need you anywhere near my cases."

"Alright."

"She's not even sure about the homicide that happened at the bar...."

Tilly could no longer hear the conversation since the men had turned the corner. Her mind raced as she thought about what they discussed. She wanted to be nosy and see who the witness was sitting in the room.

She peeked outside and noticed that it was empty. The young, policewoman walked out of the storage room and made her way towards the interrogation room that was previously occupied by the two detectives.

She opened the door and there sat a middle-aged woman who was busy sitting at the table. She wore her hair in fuzzy braids. Tilly's eyes widen with such remembrance. She'd remember seeing the woman at the crime scene where the fifteen-year-old was murdered. Her name was Lisa Coleman.

"You here to ask me more questions or something?"

"N-no, I just wanted to know if you need anything to drink?" Tilly replied quickly.

Lisa pursed her lips as she fell back into her chair. "I need some f*****g water. I've been here for almost two hours and my throat is dry."

"Okay, I'll get you something to drink."

Tilly left out of the room with her eyebrows darted. Newton was up to something. He always had something up his sleeve.

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Malcolm's brows furrowed as he looked around from the unexpected surprise. He was feeling about three things at this moment. Surprised, trigger happy, and ready to pounce on the people who alarmed him. However, his whole family was responsible for his reaction.

"Damn, man." He cursed while shaking his head. A slight smirk appeared on his face as he walked inside the house. A few of his family members stood in attendance. He noticed how his mom decorated the foyer for his birthday.

"Watch your mouth." His grandmother, Bernadette scolded as she stood there with her phone in her hand. "Don't make me wash it with some soap."

"My bad, lady." Malcolm replied as he neared his grandmother and gave her a hug and kiss on the forehead. His mom and sister were next. He noticed that none of his friends were in attendance, just family. He was happy about that. He had managed to chill with Ryder earlier and Micah sent him a text, wishing him a happy birthday. He called himself busy scouting the person who was responsible for Malcolm's deceased worker's deaths.

"Twenty-six looks good on you, man." Dock complimented him while giving him a hug.

"Thanks, uncle."

Malcolm wanted to be upset with his family for even trying to throw a small party for him. He didn't like attention and he definitely didn't like people awing over him and his age.

While everybody was drinking and laughing, Malcolm was busy trying to feed his face. His mom had cooked a lot of food that he knew he would take home with him.

"I haven't heard from you, yet."

He rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice. Malcolm looked over and noticed that Morgan stood there with a plate filled with food. She sported a wig that was platinum blonde and pulled back. Her large figure was covered by a two-piece set. A ribbed, black top with the ribbed pants to match. Her nails were long, almost creeping Malcolm out.

"What you talking about?" He asked, stabbing his fork into his chicken spaghetti. His honey eyes looked over at her with a hint of aggravation.

"The job." Morgan returned coolly as she held a chicken wing with her nails.

Malcolm sucked his teeth while placing his attention towards his food. He was trying to enjoy himself, but his people wouldn't let him. He knew the party was for him, but they were aggravating the hell out of him. He couldn't eat his food because people would pop up on him every ten seconds to hold a conversation.

"Like I told you before, I'll think about it."

She scoffed while narrowing her eyes into slits. "I really need the extra cash and s**t Max. You already know that I'm staying downtown. The rent there isn't cheap and I'm not really getting any business with my interior designing."

Malcolm couldn't help but to shake his head. His cousin's priorities were f****d up. He didn't owe her s**t. Morgan was a grown ass woman who was capable of getting her own bag—without his help. It was her decision to live in a bourgeois neighborhood with overpriced rent.

And let's not get started on her interior designer career. Morgan had advanced skills in that area of profession. However, she lacked professionalism. Morgan sassed her clients and caught attitudes with them whenever they didn't like her decorative inspiration. She couldn't take constructive criticism at all—which is why her career failed.

"I'm not gonna let you rush me." He responded casually with a deadpan expression. "You already know how I feel about the s**t that happened."

"But it wasn't my fault!" She shrieked, c*****g her head. Her attitude was there and ready to attack Malcolm. "It was that...baldheaded b***h you hired and never fired. I still think that's unfair."

"She's not even working at the bar anymore and besides, you provoked her." He replied, feeling a little salty. For some reason, hearing Morgan call Jersey a baldheaded b***h made him hot. He didn't like that s**t at all.

"I provoked her!" Morgan repeated while raising her voice. "I have my rights—my freedom of speech! She can't shut my f*****g mouth. I swear, when I see that b***h, I'mma beat her ass again."

Malcolm chewed on his food as he narrowed his eyes in suspense. Last time he checked; Jersey's little ass was the winner of the fight. She really handed Morgan her ass that day—which surprised him. He didn't take Jersey for a fighter. At all.

"I'll think about giving you another chance. I don't know right now. You need to fix that nasty ass attitude of yours first." He didn't even look his cousin way, he just continued to eat his food. Malcolm didn't realize how hungry he was until he smelled the food his mom and grandma had prepared for him.

"Don't be waiting long, Max. My rent is paid up for this rest of this month. I don't know what I'm gonna do for next month."

"Ask your pops..." Malcolm suggested with a head gesture. "He got it. That nigga ain't hurting for shit."

"Daddy won't provide for me anymore." Morgan replied solemnly. "He told me that he would stop providing for me financially as soon as I turn twenty-four. Well, I turned twenty-four in January and he kept his word."

"You gotta get your s**t together." He replied with a sense of lecture.

"I know and I just need a little more time. Like—I really want to get my interior design business off the ground. I want to be big and I want to make it. I want a name for myself, Malcolm."

He peered over at his cousin who was leaning on the counter with her hands intertwined.

"Then stop looking for handouts and straighten up that attitude of yours. You need to learn how to control it and take constructive criticism. Everybody's not going to like the s**t you decorate, so you'll just have to take it and come harder. You understand what I'm saying?"

"I-I guess so, yes." She stumbled with her words, but Malcolm could tell that she really didn't understand him.

"Check this out..." Malcolm trailed off as he looked around for a minute. His marvelous eyes peered over at Morgan. "Gather up some ideas and create your f*****g presentation. I want you to bring it to me by Monday evening. If I see that you're trying and willing to do better, I'll look out for you."

"By Monday evening? Malcolm I'm not sure if I can—"

"If you really want to succeed in your interior designer career, you'll have the s**t sent to my assistant by Monday afternoon."

Morgan was used to Malcolm's assertiveness and bossy behavior. It was just his personality and she had learned to live with it a long time ago.

"Assistant?" She reiterated with a slight smirk on her face. "What the f**k are you doing with an assistant?"

"I needed help with my schedule...your pops recommended I get one anyway."

"So, who is she—or he?"

"Her name is Candace...you'll meet her soon."

"I'm looking forward to it." Morgan replied while sighing. "I'll catch up with you later. I might as well enjoy myself now. Because when I get home, I'll have to start right on my presentation."

Malcolm gave her a head nod and placed his attention on his food. He was thankful that his cousin had left him alone. He couldn't seem to shake off the people surrounding him, they wouldn't let him be great. Which is why he didn't care for parties that required him to be the center of attention.

A while later, he finished his plate and conversed with most of his guests. He made sure to grab a drink in between the conversations as well. Music crooned through the speakers which encouraged a lot of people to make a fool of themselves by dancing or either singing way out of tune.

The night eventually grew darker and guests started to leave. Frida was busy cleaning up along with June. Dock was busy helping his wife wrap up some plates that they were going to take home.

Malcolm's head wasn't right. During the whole party, he felt...perplexed. Like his mind wasn't really there to participate.

"You're a buzzkill." Frida commented, referring to her son's behavior at his party. "I went out the way to invite people here for your birthday and you barely participated."

"I didn't ask for this. You already know how I feel about parties and yet, you hosted one."

"Because I wanted you to take a break, Max. You're twenty-six years old now. It's depressing to see you work so much."

"Yeah, right." He trailed off while looking at his sister who was unusually quiet.

Malcolm's head spun crazily as he tried to hold himself up. He was tipsy, maybe even drunk. 

Truth is, he was still confused about what happened between him and Jersey.

He couldn't believe that he had f****d her...again. He let temptation take over and felled for her. Honestly, it was hard trying to resist a woman that beautiful and a personality that sweet. Malcolm didn't want to start anything with her because he knew that it would affect their neutral relationship. Jersey would end up acting crazy and he would have to leave her alone, for good. He wasn't trying to deal with that. It was already hard trying to deal with Tilly and her crazy assumptions.

Last night, she called him multiple times on a frantic mode. Today didn't make a difference at all. She still managed to call and text him. He figured she would be hysterical about him standing her up.

Malcolm was going to go through with him first plan. Which was to go over Tilly's and f**k her until his balls were drained, completely. However, s**t changed once he laid his eyes on Jersey. The whole time, he contemplated heavily on what he wanted to do. 

He reminisced on the last time he had a s****l encounter with Jersey. Malcolm thought about her brown skin, those soft and juicy lips, her pleasant body fumes, her wet p***y, and how tight and warm it was around his d**k. He'd never felt that combination before—until he messed with her. It was...addictive. So addictive, that he couldn't stop thinking about her and what she was doing. He wanted more and he was going to get just that.

Even the text she sent him earlier had him bricking up. It was just a simple happy birthday text. However, he was surprised that she even remembered.

"I'm being honest." Frida replied while eyeing her son attentively.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow." Malcolm announced while placing his arm around his mom. He gave her a kiss and did the same to his little sister.

"You're leaving?" Bernadette questioned her grandson as she walked right into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I have to get up early." He replied while giving her the same affection he showed his mom and sister. "But I'll call you tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" June asked while furrowing her at arched brows. "You look drunk, Malcolm."

"He does." Frida concurred while folding her arms. "You should just stay here and sleep in the guest room."

"The damn liquor. I told you to slow it down." Bernadette fussed as she frowned at him.

Dock's wife, Michelle, stood on the side with her husband and youngest child. She wore her natural hair that was in a big fro. Large glasses sat on the tip of her small nose.

"I'm fine." Malcolm assured them while throwing his hands up. "I'll be okay."

"No, stay here!" Frida raised her voice. "You had a car wreck the last time. You're not leaving here until you're sober."

Malcolm continued to walk out of the kitchen, which scared some of the family.

"Dock, go talk to that boy. He cannot leave like that." Bernadette told her son as she stood there with her hands on her hips. "He's not going to listen to us."

"I'll handle it." Dock announced while following behind his nephew. He caught up with Malcolm who was just walking out of the door.

"Yo, stay your ass here. At least for tonight. You already know how paranoid your mom is when it comes to you drinking and driving."

"Like I said, I'm not staying here." Malcolm replied coolly as he hit the locks on his car.

Dock tucked his hands into his pockets. "And why not?"

"Because I have plans tonight. I'm not even going home."

Dock stood there looking confused. Malcolm opened his car door and peered over at his uncle and said, "I'll call you when I make it to my destination."

Hesitatingly, Dock nodded his head and said okay. He watched as his nephew left, expertly driving his Jaguar.

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The sounds of knocking alerted Jersey. She had just finished showering and now she was in bed. She laid there with her eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck..." Jersey cursed to herself while sliding her feet into her slippers. She headed straight for the door, silently cursing out Kelli for not getting up to see who was at the door. Jersey figured she should always play doorman since she had the most company.

"Who is it?" She asked while looking through the peephole. Her eyes widened with surprised when she noticed Malcolm standing on the other side.

Jersey wasted no time unlocking the door and pulling it open. Malcolm stood there with such a calm, yet serious expression on his face. He moved those honey eyes away from what had his attention and placed them right on Jersey.

When he did that, she felt a sudden urge to run in her room and hide under the bed. The way he looked at her, it made her feel so...so nervous and it drove her anxiety crazy.

Am I dressed horrible or something? It is nighttime. Jersey said to herself as she tugged on the bottom of her yellow t-shirt. Sweatpants covered her lower half—almost swallowing her because of her slim build. Her feet were naked and partially covered by the slides. Other than that, Malcolm could see her toes, expertly painted with white polish. They looked good, way better than before.

She sighed while stepping back, trying to get rid of the awkwardness between them. Malcolm stared at her fervently—like he longed to be in her presence.

"It's late." Jersey conveyed in a soft voice.

"I know." He replied coolly while walking into the apartment. She watched as he closed and locked the door behind him. The curiosity wondered through Jersey's brain as she thought about Malcolm and his random actions. She didn't know what he was up to as of lately.

"I just...wanted to stop by and see you." He continued while nearing her. Jersey's heart drummed rapidly when she felt him leaning over her body. Suddenly, the warmth of his kissable lips on her neck made her gasp lightly. She wasn't ready for that particular touch. His touches were like electricity to her.

Malcolm's wet tongue swirling around her neck, which made her eyes roll to the back of her head. She moaned softly when she felt him grabbing her ass through her baggy sweats.

"I've been missing this all day." He informed her while bringing his lips to hers. She kissed him back and couldn't help but to smell the alcohol on his breath. Even the mint he tried to conceal it with didn't work.

Malcolm was drunk...

"Malc—om. Mal-colm." She spoke softly, trying to get him to stop. He continued with his acts, almost pushing his tongue down her throat. She pushed him back and that caused him to frown at her. His thick eyebrows were furrowed as he eyed her suspiciously.

"You're drunk." Jersey announced with a whisper. "How much did you have to drink?"

"Shit..." Malcolm trailed off while leaning his head to the side. "A lot. But I'm good, I came here to be with you, tonight."

"I don't know..." She shook her head, not feeling it. Jersey didn't want to sleep with Malcolm while he was under the influence.

"What?" He drew closer on her again, this time taking her hands into his. "Nah, don't do that. You're my birthday gift."

"Kelli is here and I don't want her to be nosy." She added.

"Man, f**k her." He spat with a low voice. 

He pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips against hers. Jersey felt vulnerable as the butterflies filled her belly once again.

 She closed her eyes as she continued to kiss Malcolm, their tongue seductively circled over one another. "Come on."

Like an obedient person, Jersey followed behind him. They made their way into her bedroom and she locked the door behind herself. Jersey found her way back to Malcolm. They kissed some more, causing nothing but arousal.

They were really feeling the energy between each other. Malcolm was indeed under the influence, but he knew what was going on. He knew where he was, and he knew who he was with. Jersey. The only person who had been on his mind for the past two days. And honestly, the only person who could make his d**k hard with just a simple thought.

When they pulled away from the mind-blowing kiss, Malcolm used his thumb to rub her chin as he stared at her face, studying it. Jersey was finally feeling the same mood. She was ready for whatever—ready to f**k like the last time. Her thick lips gaped as she looked him in his light, brown eyes.

"Take your clothes off." He instructed her with his nose flared. Malcolm was horny as hell and his d**k was hard, like concrete.

Nervously, Jersey pulled off her shirt. She started off slow since Malcolm just stood there watching her. She tossed the shirt on the floor and went for her sweatpants.

Malcolm's lips twitched with excitement when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underclothes. Just her shirt and sweatpants.

He studied her body like it was his first time viewing it. Her build—so small, yet so neat. Jersey was succulent in certain places that Malcolm thought was impossible. People assumed she worked out due to her flat stomach, muscled glutes, and legs. However, she didn't.

So, f*****g sexy... Malcolm said in his head as he guided her over to the bed. She dropped down and he wasted no time spreading her legs.

Jersey's stomach involuntarily sucked in when she felt Malcolm lowering his lips against her thighs. Gently, he flecked small kisses all over them.

Her mouth gaped in amazement. She didn't take Malcolm for the going down type. He was already persnickety about certain things; Jersey tried closing her legs when she felt him growing closer towards her bud. She hadn't felt that touch in a couple of years, so it was quite foreign to her. Foreign, yet it felt so good.

"Relax..." Malcolm stated as he pushed her legs open and gave her a couple of kisses on her p***y. He could tell she was saturated, judging from the evidence on his lips. 

Jersey watched as he put his pink tongue to work. Dipping it inside of her slit while making sure to give her rosy bud some attention. She arched her back from the unexpected feeling as she tried to keep her moans at a moderate tone.

"Fuuuucck." Jersey drawled out as she touched the back of Malcolm's head. She never expected this to happen. The Savage was in her bedroom and eating her p***y as if it was his last meal.

Malcolm knew how to perform c*********s on a woman. However, he was very cautious about it. He didn't do it often, so Jersey was getting a special treatment.

There he was, nose deep in her s**t. He could smell her s****l fumes that seemed to hypnotize him every single time he neared her. He loved it. He wanted it. And once again—if he could, he would live in it.

Jersey wanted to keep quiet, but Malcolm wasn't trying to let her do so. He sucked on her pink bud until she clawed the sheets and tried pushing his head away.

He knew she was on the verge of releasing, so he continued with his mission. Jersey's hips winded as she tighten her grip around his head, letting him know that she was climaxing. 

Malcolm pulled back and observed her. She laid there with her legs quavering and chest heaving. Obviously, she was trying to recover from the big orgasm.

He looked over and noticed that her slit was covered in her glossy lubrication. She even had a small puddle underneath herself. Malcolm didn't think it was possible for a woman to get that wet. However, Jersey had showed him different.

Eventually, she calmed down and looked over at him. Her hands ran through her short, curly hair. Malcolm was busy pulling his clothes off. Piece by piece fell and she grew hornier just by looking at him.

Malcolm was even more handsome underneath his clothing. Jersey could make out his chocolate body in the dim light as he stood there pushing his boxers down. She looked over at his d**k that was pointed right at her. It was wide, decently long, and detailed with veins.

"You straight?" He questioned her coolly while trying to open the condom. He was still drunk, so it took him a minute to open it.

"Yeah." Jersey replied as she pushed herself up while watching him. She was happy to see that he had protection this time. Expertly, Malcolm rolled the condom on his shaft.

"I want to ride it." She spoke lightly, immediately regretting it. Malcolm looked over at her and couldn't help but to lick his lips.

Jersey moved and allowed Malcolm to get settled on the bed. She climbed on top of him which made Malcolm attack her with kisses. Simultaneously, she pushed down on his d**k, trying to open herself up for him.

He watched as her mouth gaped and eyes closed. Malcolm ran his hand down her back while enjoying the feeling of her warmth and wetness around his shaft. She trembled from all the pleasant feelings.

She moved her hips a little and buried her face into his neck. Jersey wasn't expecting for his d**k to overpower her. She had a goal and that was to ride his d**k until he climaxed. Now, she was singing a different tune.

Malcolm noticed the switch up she made. She couldn't handle him—at all. He breathed into her ear while gripping the sides of her hips. He helped her moved up and down, creating a passionate beat.

"f**k me like that." She whispered in his ear, followed by a gasp. Malcolm moved his hips firmly while she rolled her hips, trying to take all of him.

He loved seeing Jersey's facial expressions. She was coming around and trying to get used to him. He could tell by her mannerisms. Malcolm bit his bottom lip when she raised her head up, getting face to face with him. He smashed his lips into hers, sloppily kissing her.

The sudden stimulation had Malcolm breaking out into soft moans. Jersey felt like she did something since she didn't hear much out of him. She pulled back from the kiss and planted both of her feet on the bed. Malcolm laid back, allowing her to do whatever.

Expertly, Jersey used her leg strength to bounce up and down. She made sure to add some action into her hips. She moved her body fluidly while pressing her hands against his hard chest. 

She could feel her orgasm building as she watched Malcolm who had his eyes trained on her. He ran his hand down her leg and managed to smack her on the ass. She moved faster, loving the pleasure and pain combo that was given to her.

Suddenly, she exploded again. Malcolm could feel it running down his shaft as he moved his hips a little. He noticed that she grew tired, so he offered to switch positions. Malcolm wasn't tired at all. Due to his heavy drinking and hard arousal, he was like an energizer horn-dog.

Jersey was instructed to get on all fours. She did just that and made sure to arch her back. Malcolm pulled her lower over towards the end of the bed as he leveled himself.

She could feel him trying to push inside of her. Her eyes closed as she clenched the blanket in her hands. She took in a deep breath while moving a little.

"Fuck." She cursed as she thought about her current situation. Jersey forgot how crucial back-shots could be. The s*x position was good, sometimes too good to handle.

Malcolm plunged into her deeply as he concentrated on her back view. She didn't have the fattest ass in the world. In fact, Jersey's butt was flat. However, he managed to grip it while penetrating her deeply, putting his hips into it.

"Oooh!" Jersey bucked loudly as she tried to handle all of him. She figured Malcolm wasn't playing any games when she felt him placing his hand around her neck. He pulled her up and f****d her just like that. His plump lips brushing against her ear as he pushed in and out of her with ease.

"You like this s**t?" He asked her in a breathy tone.

"Yes!" She yelped out quickly. "I like how you f**k me!"

Jersey announced that she was about to c*m, so Malcolm speeded you the process by adding more stimulation. It didn't take long for him to release as well.

Jersey collapsed on the bed with Malcolm right beside her. They laid there trying to catch their breaths. They didn't bother to invade each other's space—Jersey wanted to lay under him, but she didn't want to overstep her boundary. She had to tell herself that they didn't have a relationship. Just a s****l affair.

Suddenly, she felt an arm around her waist. She furrowed her eyebrows while laying on her side. Malcolm had the audacity to lay right under her. He was still naked, so she could feel his flaccid p***s pressing against her butt.

Instead of worrying about his sudden invasion, she decided to close her eyes and go to sleep.

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"I can't make no decision over the phone. That's not my style." Malcolm stated as he sat on the edge of the bed, scratching at the hairs of his thick beard.

"I understand that Malcolm, but Mr. Powell says he needs an answer by this evening."

"And he'll get his answer as soon as the papers are sent to me." He continued while looking over at Jersey who was stirring in her sleep. She looked peaceful as she moved around with the blanket moderately covering her body.

"I'll have them sent over." Candace replied quickly, trying to keep Malcolm cool. Soon, he ended the call, trying to get his thoughts together.

Jersey pushed herself up as she wiped her eyes. The sudden movement pulled her blanket down, causing the cold air to hit her breasts. Instantly, her n*****s hardened from the temperature.

Malcolm watched her openly, this time he was well sobered. He licked his lips while setting his phone on the bed.

Jersey felt out of place as she ran her hand through her disoriented hair. She knew it looked a mess due to her recent actions.

"What time is it?" She asked, her voice was low and still evident that she was just asleep a minute ago. 

"Time for you to get up." He replied coolly.

She pursed her lips at him, feeling some type of way. Jersey managed to reach over and grab her phone that was sitting on the nightstand. She checked the time and couldn't help but to frown. It was just nine in the morning. Malcolm was tripping, as usual.

"It's still early." She claimed.

"You can't get s**t done by sleeping in all day."

"Well, I don't have anything to do. It's Saturday and I'm off today."

"Lucky you..." Malcolm trailed off as he stood up. Jersey took the moment to watch him carefully. His body was beautifully sculptured, and she couldn't stop looking at it. The tattoos that covered his body only added on to handsome appearance. He even had leg tattoos that were a sight to see on his toned legs.

And he's back. Jersey said to herself. She knew that the real Malcolm would show up eventually. All of this s**t was just too good to be true. His behavior was questionable from the start.

"What are we doing?" She asked curiously. It had been on her mind heavily, before their third s****l encounter. Jersey wanted to know what was going on between them.

Malcolm peered over at her and couldn't help but to draw his brows together. The man darted his eyes elsewhere, not saying anything for a while. He wasn't ready for the conversation at all. He figured Jersey was trying to suggest a relationship between them since he had felt for temptation—thrice.

"I just...want to know." She continued with a hint of hesitation in her tone. "I mean...I'm not really looking for a relationship. I just—want to know what we're doing. I want to be on the same page as you."

Relief rushed over him as he pulled his shirt over his head. Malcolm looked over at Jersey again and couldn't help but to get closer to her.

He rubbed her chin with his thumb, quietly reminiscing. She was beautiful...so rare and yet so precious. Malcolm was big fan of Jersey's deep dimples. They managed to cave her cheeks in whenever she moved her face. Her round face held a wide nose, cupid's lips, and big, brown eyes.

"Let's just see how this s**t goes." He finally spoke while c*****g his head to the side as he licked his bottom lip. That did something to Jersey. It turned her the f**k on. "I'm not really trying to...put no title on anything."

"T-that's fine." She nodded her head. Jersey already knew what kind of man Malcolm was. He was young, adventurous, and not really looking to settle down no time soon. Surprisingly, she understood him.

"Cool." He responded while putting his pants on. "Look, I'm about to leave. I have to go and handle some business. I guess I'll see you when I can. If you need to go anywhere, call Candace. She'll take you."

"Okay..." Jersey concurred. "Just let me know the next time you come over."

Malcolm paused for a moment as he processed what she had said to him. He looked serious, fierce. His eyes gazed into hers as he tried to figure her out. He didn't know if she was being sarcastic or just pure genuine. However, that reply didn't sit well with him.

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The truck slowed down, coming to a halt. Jersey looked down at her phone and read the address thoroughly for the millionth time. Her white nails tapped the screen of her android phone as she typed away.

She was outside Alesha's crib. As promised, the pair decided to hangout during the weekend. They planned on doing a little shopping and grabbing something to eat afterwards.

Jersey decided to send her a text, letting her know she was outside.

I'm outside. Jersey

Alesha wasted no time texting her back.

Come in. The door is unlocked. Alesha 

Jersey frowned and silently cursed to herself. She didn't like walking into people's house, but she figured she knew Alesha a little. Instead of stalling, she leaned over and told Candace that she was going to retrieve her friend.

Candace only nodded her head, giving her the go. Jersey got out the truck and made her way to the building. Alesha lived in a middle-class neighborhood. Everything looked cool and calm from what Jersey could see. She walked up the stairs and knocked on the door before going in. Jersey didn't want to be rude. Even though Alesha told her to walk right in.

The sound of shuffling caused Jersey to push back. When the door swung open, Alesha stood there with her hands on her thick hips. She was unintentionally sexy and didn't even know it. Alesha always dressed fashionably modest due to her religion. Today, she wore a long sleeve shirt with some jeans that showed off her curvy figure. Her hijab was secured around her head.

Jersey examined herself and was pleased with her appearance for once. She tugged at the graphic shirt and leggings she had on and blew out some air from her mouth. 

"Like I said...you could've just walked in."

"I didn't want to be rude." She replied while stepping inside the decorative home. The house wasn't dirty at all and the air smelled like lavender and lemon. However, the house had mild clutter.

Large boxes with faded markings was stacked in the corner while an old and dusty bookshelf stood beside it. They were using the shelves as storage for their old cassette tapes and books.

Alesha still lived with her parents. Jersey thought to herself as she viewed the framed pictures on the wall. Alesha was on one photo with her hijab on. Judging from the image, it was her senior photo.

"You want something to eat or drink?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay. So, I need to finish getting ready. You can sit with me or just sit up here."

"I'll wait up here. It's no problem." Jersey replied as she took a seat on the couch.

"Well, make yourself at home."

She gave her a faint smile before placing her eyes on her phone. Jersey had a text from Malcolm. Quickly, she opened it and revealed his message.

Are you with Candace? Malcolm

"Who are you?"

Jersey's head swung up when she heard the broad voice. She looked over at the man who stood before her. He was tall and brawny. Judging by his facial features, he was related to Alesha.

"I'm uh...Alesha's friend. I'm waiting for her." She responded calmly.

"Oh..." He trailed off, rubbing the stubble hair on his face. "So, you're Jersey?"

She only nodded her head as she held her vibrating phone in her hands.

"I'm Sean. Alesha's brother."

"Nice to meet you, Sean." She responded lightly.

Suddenly his facial expression soften as he examined Jersey and her beauty. He licked his lips and said, "Let me know if you need anything."

"I'm fine, thank you." She nodded her head and watched as he walked away. His lingering scent caught her by surprised.

He was fine and Jersey could see that with her own eyes. Sean was tall and looked as if he lived in the gym. He had a caramel complexion and a handsome face that she could look at all day, every day. If she wasn't so stuck on getting herself together.

Jersey looked down at her phone and realized that Malcolm had sent her another text. She didn't text him back immediately since she was too busy silently gawking over Alesha's brother. He sent a question mark that made her frown. She didn't like his governing behavior.

?. Malcolm

Yes. I'm about to hangout with my friend. Jersey

Friend? Malcolm

She rolled her eyes at his probing questions. Malcolm was surely acting like he was in a relationship with her. What she did and who she hung around wasn't his business—at all. However, she didn't have the courage to tell him to mind his own business. After all, he was the one who supplied the ride for her.

Alesha. She works with me at the library. Jersey

He never texted back.

Instead of worrying about him, she clicked out of their messages and noticed that Kelli had sent her a text. Jersey rolled her eyes again and thought about what happened between them earlier. 

When Kelli witnessed Jersey walking Malcolm to the door, her eyes widened. She already knew that they were seeing each other again but seeing them together was just...weird. She made sure to warn Jersey again about him. Of course, Jersey told her that she wasn't looking for anything serious with Malcolm and vice versa.

What pissed her off the most was when Kelli claimed she wasn't mentally stable to handle Malcolm. She claimed that her friend would eventually catch feelings and involve her emotions. Which wouldn't be good for her mental health. She was already taking medication every day.

However, Jersey didn't see it that way. She knew what she wanted to do. Jersey wasn't asking Malcolm to be with her. She knew who and what she was dealing with.

I just want you to be great. Don't end up like me. Ryder had me f*****g unstable—mentally unstable. I thought I could deal with his ass without an actual relationship too. Kelli.

Instead of replying back, Jersey just closed out of her messages. She looked up and noticed that Alesha was coming from the back of the house. She held her purse in her hand as she talked to her brother.

"Let me think about it. I don't know." She told Sean while wrinkling her nose. "I'm about to leave."

Jersey stood up, ready to get out of the house. Sean neared her and stretched his hand out. She looked down at the large hand and had thoughts of Malcolm tightening his hand around her throat. He squeezed with just the right amount of pressure, as he mercilessly f****d her, bringing her to an orgasm. She loved it...and wanted to experience that again. Maybe even more. 

What the f**k is wrong with me? Jersey asked herself as gave Sean a soft smirk. This wasn't her, she didn't think about s*x all day, every day.

"Nice to meet you, again. Hopefully, I'll see you around more."

"Yeah, you will." Jersey replied coolly as she looked over at Alesha who held a curious expression on her face.

"That's enough, let her hand go." Alesha told her brother as she swatted his arm. Sean hesitatingly let her go and watched them leave out.

"Nice." Alesha commented as they approached the truck. "I know you didn't get this from working at the library—and you got a driver!"

Jersey only shook her head as she opened the door. "No, this is on Malcolm's tab."

"Hmm..." Alesha hummed. "The guy we saw at the library? The one you left with?"

"Yeah."

Alesha held a goofy grin as she sat beside Jersey. She looked over at the driver and leaned over to speak.

"Hi. How are you? I'm Alesha." She greeted Candace warmly who looked back at her with wide eyes. The hijab threw her off. She wasn't expecting for Jersey to have a religious friend.

"I'm Candace." She replied calmly while turning around.

"So..." Alesha trailed off as she nudged Jersey. "What's going on with you and Malcolm?"

"Nothing, really. We're just good friends."

"Good friends?"

"Yeah. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Because good friends don't allow you to be driven around by a driver in a Cadillac. Unless you're breaking them off...sexually."

Jersey furrowed her eyebrows and looked over at Alesha who held a deadpanned expression on her face.

"No..." She lied off while shaking her head. "Nothing is going on between us."

"So, you're single?"

Jersey's eyes went toward the rearview mirror. She was wondering if Candace was paying attention to their conversation.

"I am."

"Well, my brother likes you. He wants to take you out on a date."

"Really?"

Jersey wasn't surprised at all. She knew that Sean was feeling her heavily. From the way he looked at her to the way he held her hand.

"Yeah, he kept bugging me about giving you his number."

"But...what will your parents say? When religion is involved, some parents are strict."

Alesha blew out a raspberry while rolling her eyes upwards. "They'll be alright. I mean—I'll understand if you don't want to. He is annoying."

Jersey smiled and said, "It's not that. I'm just so busy with other stuff."

"Well, I understand." Alesha replied coolly.

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The mall was populated with many people who held branded bags from different outlets. Jersey held a Macy's bag in her hand while holding her pretzel in the other.

She chewed on it hungrily while trying to savor the buttery taste that was in the dough.

"Let's go in here." Alesha pointed out while heading towards the department store. She juggled a couple of bags herself. They were basically browsing, window shopping, and only purchasing things they could afford.

Jersey looked around the store cautiously since everything was so damn expensive. She didn't want to unintentionally run into anything.

"This is cute." She commented while looking at the purse that was sitting on the display stand. She looked inside and learned that it was designed by Coach. Jersey checked the price tag and clenched her teeth. Six hundred dollars and some change. Damn. She couldn't afford that.

"You're getting that?" Alesha asked her in a low tone.

"It's too expensive. I would rather admire it from a distance." Jersey replied while finishing off the small remains of her pretzel.

The sound of a throat clearing caused them to look over at the distraction. Both women eyed the white woman who was trying to conceal her nosiness by flipping through a magazine. She was the employee who stood behind the counter. Her eyes would dart over to them every now and then. And they knew why.

"Oh, wow." Jersey muttered with a head shake.

"Let me pay for this clutch." Alesha informed her. "I know you're ready to leave."

She nodded her head and watched as the young woman purchased the accessory at the counter. The price was around two hundred dollars, but Alesha was able to cop the bag for a cheaper price. She had discounts and used them faithfully.

"Did you see that back there?" Jersey questioned her as they headed for the food court.

"Yeah, which is why I went ahead and paid for this clutch."

"She thought we were stealing."

"I guess seeing two black women in the store together was too much for her." Alesha replied while shaking her head. "She frowned as soon as I swiped my discount card."

"Teach me how to bargain." Jersey said as she concentrated on the conversation.

"There's really no system, Jersey. All you have to do is get a rewards card with a particular store. Like that store for example—all you have to do is sign up for the card online and start making purchases. Also, I have apps like Earnin, Honey, and IBotta. I earn cash back that way and end up buying gift cards with them."

"Wow." Jersey replied. Clearly impressed. She was going to do just that. It wouldn't hurt for her to start bargaining. "Yeah, thanks for the advice. I'll check those apps out."

They made it to the food court and put in their orders. Jersey ordered some wings and fries that she was dying to have. Alesha, on the other hand, ordered a veggie pizza.

They sat there and made conversation while stuffing their mouths with good food. The mall wasn't a safe place for Jersey at all. She always had an issue with being in crowds. However, she was trying to step out of her comfort zone. She felt like it was time for her to stand up to her anxiety.

"I've been sleeping with him." She announced while wiping her mouth.

Alesha looked up; mouth still filled with pizza. She tried her best to swallow her food so she could understand what Jersey was saying.

"Malcolm...we've been having s*x. I wanted to tell you the truth because I don't want us to start our new relationship on lies." Jersey informed her.

"I knew it." She voiced. "I knew y'all had something going on."

"I mean—we're not dating or anything. We're just...having casual s*x. He's not looking for a relationship and neither am I."

Alesha held a look that was hard to read. Her lips were parted as she gripped her fruit smoothie.

"What? We both agreed to it."

"N-nothing. It's nothing."

"No, tell me." Jersey pressured her. She figured Alesha didn't like the agreement that she had made with Malcolm.

"It's just that...I didn't expect for you to be down with sleeping with a man without a commitment. I mean, I barely know you but...you know how it is."

Jersey scoffed while looking at the palm of her hands. She didn't even know what she was doing. s*x was something she barely got and having Malcolm around to give it to her made her feel good inside—literally. She was willing to compromise her morals just to have him around as a s*x partner. 

"But if this is what you want, then I'll leave it alone. It's your life, you're grown." Alesha added. "I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything."

"I'm fine. I do need to sit down and think this over." Jersey replied while looking at Alesha. 

"Because I'm not...used to doing anything like this. I mean—I don't know if I'm ready for another relationship. My last one was...terrible for me. That's basically why I agreed to it."

Alesha touched her wrist and said, "You'll make the right decision."

Jersey plastered a smile on her face and nodded her head. "Hopefully."

"So, this is where you've been?"

The high-pitched voice caused Jersey to turn her head. She looked over and noticed that Kelli stood beside the table with Vena on her arm. Both women held a sketchy expression on their face as they eyed both Jersey and Alesha.

"Oh, my God." Jersey muttered to herself.

"Girl, we've been worried about you." Vena added while looking eyeing Alesha who was doing the same. "Who is this?"

"This is—"

"Alesha. Nice to meet both of you." Alesha interrupted her.

"A new friend, Jay?" Kelli asked while looking at Jersey with suspicion. She didn't like the fact that Jersey was sneaking around with a new friend.

"Yes, we work together at the library. Alesha these are my friends—Kelli and Vena."

"Well, any friend of Jersey is a friend of ours." Kelli stared with sarcasm.

"That's right." Vena concurred. "My people are having a party. Maybe you should bring Alesha with you."

Jersey shook her head no. Alesha didn't need to go to a party. Especially at Vena's place. Her family were some wild alcoholics who didn't know how to end a party the right way. Usually, it ended whenever the neighbors grew tired of the loud music and crowd.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Alesha is religious and—"

"No, it's fine. I can come." Alesha interjected with a smirk. "I don't mind bending the rules a little."

Oh, no.

"Good. Well, that's settled. The party isn't until next weekend, but I'll see you there."

Alesha just nodded her head as she smiled away. That was a habit of hers.

"I'll see you at home." Kelli told Jersey without paying Alesha any more attention. The women walked away, leaving them.

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"Where were you?"

"I had other plans..." Malcolm trailed off, bring honest. He really did have other plans that included Jersey.

"You could've at least told me that you weren't coming. I made us dinner and everything."

He looked over at Tilly who wore a solemn expression on her face. Her ebon colored hair was down, showing off the silkiness of it. She touched the bridge of her narrowed nose and sighed while rolling her eyes towards the ceiling. 

"We need to talk." He informed her while leaning on the wall.

"About?"

Malcolm narrowed his eyes at her before speaking. "Look, I've told you many times before that I'm not ready to be in a relationship."

Tilly licked her pink lip and said, "We talked about this, Malcolm."

"We did." He agreed with a head nod. "But I'm not ready for this s**t just yet. You keep pressuring me about it and that's only going to push me away."

"I can't believe you." She stressed out with a hint of pain in her tone. Tilly ran her hand through her hair and eyed him. Her expression matched her tone.

"I've made many sacrifices for you. I put my career and life on the line for you, Malcolm."

"I didn't tell you to do that." He replied coolly. Not bothered by her sorrowful rant.

"But...I love you and I just want us to be great. I'm in my thirties and I want to get married and be happy. I want to have babies with you and show them off. But I can't wait around for you to change your mind."

"Do what you have to do then Tilly. I won't be mad." He told her honestly. "Just know that I'm not changing my mind."

She nodded her head and couldn't help but to shed a couple of tears.

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Malcolm sat inside his office, focused on the iPad Pro that was supported by a mounting stand. He used his Apple Pencil to move around certain things that he felt wasn't necessary to have in his blueprint.

He was officially the owner of two bars. Now, all he had to do was get the other bar renovated the way he wanted. Malcolm had plans to add food to his second bar. He wanted more business and knew that people would be dying to hit his spot after a long day.

A couple of knocks on his door disturbed him. Immediately, he was pushed out of his thinking space. When he looked up, he noticed that Micah had invited himself in.

"What's good?" Micah questioned him nosily while holding a set of keys in his hand.

"Not s**t, really. I'm just working on something." Malcolm replied, locking his iPad. He didn't want people to look at his blueprint yet. It wasn't quite done. He had a few more adjustments to make.

"All about your money..."

"What you doing here? I hope you made those runs for me."

"I did." Micah replied while pulling two, thick envelopes from his jacket. He tossed them on the desk and Malcolm wasted no time grabbing them.

"Everything is there, man."

"I want to count it...to make sure." Malcolm explained while pulling out his money counter machine from his drawer. It was a large amount of money, so he used a calculator instead. He didn't want to risk frying his brain. He pushed over to the socket and inserted the cord before making his way back to his desk.

Suddenly, Jersey appeared in his mind. Malcolm wanted to shake her off, but he pictured her naked and on her knees. She held his chocolate d**k in her hands as she passionately sucked on it. He didn't even know if she was about that kind of action. 

Malcolm didn't know what was going on, but it felt like Jersey was taking over his mind. He thought the s**t would end, but he kept thinking about her day and night.

"I'm glad you stopped by. We need to talk." He announced, trying to clear his mind and throat.

"What's wrong, now?" Micah asked, leaning his head to the side.

"What's wrong is that you keep f*****g with Jersey."

Micah was surprised that Malcolm even addressed him on that particular subject. From what he could understand, his homeboy didn't care that much for Jersey.

"She told me all about you popping up at the diner and trying to force her to leave the apartment and shit." Malcolm continued as he filled the slot with money. "That s**t don't sit well with me, Micah. You need to mind your own business. I got this s**t. I know how to deal with her. If I see some shady s**t going on, I'll address it."

Micah drew his eyebrows together as he tucked both of his hands into his pockets. "I was only looking out for you. I don't trust her. The broad is a crackhead—"

"Yo, she used to be addicted, but now she's clean. Don't do that shit."

Damn. Malcolm cursed.

Micah shook his head as he studied his friend who seemed upset about his comment. "You f*****g her, again?"

"I am, so what?" Malcolm replied before he could think. He didn't really want people to know that he was f*****g Jersey, but something took over him. He shrugged his shoulders as a nonchalant feeling rushed over him.

"Wrong move, man." Micah shook his head disapprovingly. "You and I both know that she used to run around here with that crackhead dude. He used to be on some theft s**t, so I won't put s**t pass her ass either."

"Didn't you rob niggas before you started working for me?" Malcolm asked him while narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "s**t happens and I'll be ready for whatever. I doubt she'll do anything. I'm watching her closely. I just don't need you f*****g with her anymore. I'm allowing her to stay in my apartment until she gets her s**t together. She asked and I said yes. It's not up to you."

Micah nodded his head and said, "Alright. Let's do this s**t your way, then."

A couple of knocks on the door snatched their attention. Malcolm moved his money machine before telling Micah to answer the door. When he did, he noticed Sarai with an unknown person. His eyebrows furrowed because he knew how his boss was. Malcolm didn't allow random people, especially customers in the back. He had a restroom, of course, but it wasn't on this end. 

"What's going on? Who is this?" Micah asked.

"This is...Essence. She's here to talk to Malcolm."

Malcolm got up and made his way towards the door. He held a nonchalant expression as he eyed both Sarai and Essence. His honey eyes darkened with suspicion.

"You brought her back here because she wants to talk to me? What the f**k, Sarai?"

"No, it's not like that." Sarai blurted out, shaking her head. She looked over at Essence who looked a little frightened. Essence was just a fragile girl who looked to be around seventeen. She wore long box braids that looked brand new. The hoodie she had on covered her upper body, but anybody could see the jeans and the white and black adidas shoes she had on.

"It's just that..." Sarai trailed off before speaking. "Essence has some vital information for you."

"Is that so?" He asked, looking over at the quiet girl. Essence only nodded her head.

"Take a seat." Malcolm ordered while looking over at Sarai. "Give us a minute..."

Sarai looked at Essence and nodded her head before leaving out. Malcolm closed the door as soon as she started to walk away.

"So, what's so important you have to tell me?"

Essence cleared her throat before speaking. She clasped her hands together while parting her lips, trying to figure out her opening statement.

"I heard about the multiple killings and I also heard about that nightclub owner getting shot." She stated nervously.

Malcolm just eyed her.

"People talk so...that's how I found out that those men who were shot all work—or worked for you."

"What's your point?" Micah asked as he neared her. "You know something?"

"I do." She replied with a head nod.

Malcolm couldn't believe that he had a witness. All she had to do was tell him who was behind this s**t. He was going to get his revenge.

"But..." Essence trailed off. "I'm not talking unless you help me."

"Help you?" Malcolm reiterated with a hardened expression. "What makes you think I can help you?"

"Don't do that." Essence shook her head while looking at Malcolm. "You're a powerful man, a black powerful man. You rub elbows with everybody—including the white people. I'm sure you can get things done."

"I don't rub elbows with everybody. Stop listening to the rumors about me. But I figured there would be a catch." He breathed out. "What do you want?"

"My brother...he's locked up right now and he needs help. The cops are framing him for a murder he didn't commit."

"Shit." Micah cursed while touching his beard.

"My mom has been suicidal for years. Her depression flared from her many years of struggling with two kids. She attempted to kill herself multiple times, but they all failed. However, when I came home four days ago, I found my brother holding her lifeless body. She had a gunshot wound to the head. We still don't know where and how she got the gun."

Malcolm wasn't up to the task of dealing with Essence and her brother's situation. However, he needed to know who was laying his workers out.

"What's your brother's name?"

Essence looked over at him and said, "Desmond Williams."