An hour later, Jaden had all her cash neatly strapped and counted. She had one thousand two hundred dollars in one-dollar bills, and a little over nine hundred dollars in other bills, totaling two thousand one hundred dollars.
She stacked them together and grabbed a black leather backpack from her closet and threw it on the bed.
Desmond sat and watched as she went over the numbers aloud pacing the bedroom.
"Don't forget these," He tossed the two stacks off her nightstand on his side onto the bed."What you tryna do anyway?" He wondered once she stopped pacing.
She sighed, "My car broke down last night on the way to work, so I gotta go to an auction and buy another one," Jaden explained, "but until then I need to make sure I can get a rental."
"I have a car, you can borrow, 'til you get your bread together, or..." he trailed off.
"Or what?" She asked curiously.
"You can let me buy you a car, and make sure you straight." He smiled.
"So you could toss me back to the streets when you done? Hard pass." Jaden rolled her eyes.
"Is that what happened to you?" Desmond asked realizing he said it out loud. "I'm sorry Jaden,"
Jaden looked at the floor. "Nothing to apologize for," she paused, "and you don't even know me like that. I mean, yeah we fucked, but like... why are you acting like I'm your woman?"
Desmond stood from the chair and walked over. Jaden looked down, so he lifted her chin lightly. "Why can't I? That pussy already mine, why can't you be mine too?"
Jaden throbbed down below at his words and felt her face heat up.
"Boy, for all I know, you could ghost me after you leave my house." She chuckled, waving him off.
He leaned closer to her, his lips inching near hers, "Jaden, I'm a grown-ass man, and I'll never do no shit like that to you."
"Yeah, that sounds good and all," She rolled her eyes. "But I ain't gon never let a nigga get the upper hand on me again." She walked away from him and started putting her money in the backpack.
Desmond could now see she had a huge wall up and he was ready to do whatever it took to knock that muthafucka down.
"You got a passport?" He asked her suddenly.
"Yeah." She cocked her head to the side, "why?"
"Let's take a trip." He suggested.
"You serious right now?" Jaden asked laughing.
"Serious as a heart attack, boo.
I wanna see that beautiful body of yours in the sexiest bikinis you got," he smirked, displaying his dimple. "If you don't got it, we'll shop for some when we get there."
"Desmond quit playin." she frowned at him.
"Jaden, I'm serious as shit right now. Fuck a first date, tell me everything about you on a flight out the country," Desmond leaned down and picked her up, kissing her on the forehead. He squeezed her booty before continuing further, "My birthday's Monday, and I should be able to get whatever I want. I don't want nothing more than to be able to wake up on an island with you. Tear that pretty pussy up, with some waves crashing in the background. Tell me why I can't have that?"
Jaden looked into his golden-brown eyes and realized, he was serious.
What's the worst that could happen? She thought.
"Fuck it! When you wanna leave?" She decided.
"Right now! Get packing before I'm tempted to get up in that good ass pussy of yours for the third time," He told her as he put her down. She giggled and ran into the closet.
I should do that anyway.
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All the King's Men ( An Urban Love Story )
General Fiction*COMPLETED* CURRENTLY EDITING "I'll go to war with God behind you." Desmond King grew up a product of his environment. With street smarts and a little book smarts on his side, he found a way to survive and feed everyone around him. He's been able t...
