Brother's Keeper✔️

1. Black Magic

Taj Robinson

He was a good guy, so why did he always end up on the short end of the stick?

Heartbroken. Alone. Standing by on the outside watching everyone else enjoy their college years. It was supposed to be the best time of his life.

Taj thought he had something special with Sherry Donovan, and then she broke his heart into a million pieces. Sure, he knew she was heartbroken over her ex who lied and cheated on her, and maybe it was too soon to stake his claim on her. But Sherry was everything he wanted in a woman.

Sexy, simply beautiful, smart and focused, and an incredible body. She had the body chicks liked to call thick, or as he liked to call it, just the right size. He did not discriminate on body size, but there was something about curves on a woman and meat on the thighs. Did something to him every time.

Sherry was amazing. He'd fallen in love with her quickly, and that was his first mistake. Secondly, he should have noticed that she did not feel the same way. He was too wrapped up in her, making her happy, enjoying her in every way. He praised the ground she walked on, another mistake.

She was cheating on him the whole time with her ex.

Every time he thought about it he became sick to his stomach. Why? Men were supposed to be the ones that did things like that, sleep around, and cheat, not the woman. Not the woman he loved.

Now it was another school year, he was a senior, but he was not looking forward to the year. Sherry was gone. Half his fraternity was gone, there was only him and his Little Bro Brian. He was not extremely close with the new member who pledged solo last year, but they had developed a brotherly bond. Currently, the two shared a two-bedroom house.

So far, judging by the few days since they moved in before the start of school, Brian was not lacking in female companions. Every morning he saw a new one sneaking out, and every night there was a new girl to meet. Though he was sure some of the girls he would never see again.

That was not his style, never had been. What was the point of sleeping around with dozens of girls? If he found the right one, he would be plenty satisfied.

Was he looking for another woman to get him through the pain? Maybe he was not ready. He would not force it for sure, and this time take the time to develop feelings and let her develop feelings as well.

"Yo! Frat! Bruh!" Brian screamed out at him as he lay comfortably in bed under his covers. Today was the first day of classes and he was not ready.

Brian barged into his room, no knocking, saw him still in bed, and threw a shoe at his head.

"Yo, neo, what I say about the order of power in this house?"

"And what I tell you about getting some pussy? You need some in your life."

"Don't you get enough for the both of us?"

"Naw man, naw. Never enough."

"I coulda had some in here, that didn't stop you from knocking."

Brian chuckled. "Man, I didn't hear a bitch screaming all night, so I know you're still thirsting. Anyway, I just kicked my flavor of the day out, 'bout to head to the yard. You need to get yo ass up, early bird catches the worm."

"I'll hit up with you later." He rolled over in his bed, not ready to start his day.

"Yo, we giving them hell this year, frat?"

"You know it!"

When he finally dragged himself out of bed and prepared for the day, he checked his socials. Semi-stalking his ex, he saw that she was at her new job teaching in Chicago at a Junior High. He imagined how many of the young boys would have crushes on their teacher.