pure, brown skin bride | Suds 3

pure Suds 3 | Episode 19

{Last time on Suds, Lique and Shantel gathered around a candy-topped island and shared secrets. Actually, Lique did the sharing and we're not really sure what Shantel was doing? Any guesses on why Shantel kept the videos but made Lique delete them from her phone?

And what about Lique bringing Sylus' son to Shantel's home? Too soon or unavoidable given those circumstances?

Anywho, let's get back into it. Ready, Set... Suds!!}

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TERRANCE stepped back as Jeanette approached with two slushed cocktails, rimmed with strawberries, and placed them on the coffee table.

"I'm so glad we're making up, muffin," she said. "I already rescheduled your tux fitting. The big day will be here before we can blink."

Terrance kept his distance, using the coffee table as a buffer. "Jeanette, I was serious. It's over between us."

Jeanette laughed. "Negative." She crossed her arms. "You said you loved me."

"I did, but—"
"You also said that she was just your kid sister."
"She was, but—"

Jeanette shook away his excuse and slid the silk robe off her shoulders. "Then you said that none of your previous lovers were as open as I am. Made you feel as free as I do." A sly smirk raised her contoured cheeks. "Among other things."

Terrance rubbed the back of his head, regretting his loose lips. "I didn't realize it back then, but I'm in love with Lalique."

Jeanette shrugged, unfastening her bra. "I already told you. I don't mind if you keep her on the side." She stepped out of her underwear, posing in her birthday suit. "I'm the complete package. You get everything you want with me. Even her."

Terrance averted his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jeanette."

She placed his key on the coffee table, posing as she slinked around the table toward him.

Terrance walked in the other direction, avoiding the minefield she spread at his feet. "I'm not here for that."

"No?" Jeanette changed course, slowly rounding the table in the other direction. "Then why are you here?"

"I need to know what you sent to her."

Jeanette moaned. "You could have asked her. But you came to me. And I'm feeling frisky."

Terrance averted his gaze as she tried to seduce him. In a flash, Jeanette pounced over the coffee table, into his arms, and pinned him on the sofa.

"No," Terrance shouted, twisting with his hands in the air, trying not to touch her bare body. He kicked the coffee table and glasses shattered on the floor.

"Touch me," she goaded, writhing as she clung to him, plastering wet kisses on his neck. "Hold me," she prodded.

Using his forearm, he pushed her away enough to roll out from beneath her and fell on the floor.

Jeanette chased. But Terrance jerked away and scampered out the front door. He didn't stop until the elevator doors slammed shut behind him.

He grabbed his racing chest and recoiled, panting. Lique, he thought. Terrance pounded a fist in his chest, chastising himself for getting caught in Jeanette's web. He should have never came here.

He gathered his composure and reached into his pocket for his phone. Then he searched his other pocket as the elevator dinged on the first floor.

The door opened and he was face to face with Mr. Montgomery.