a story that follows a young man named Jourden Carr, whose had countless amount of heartbreaks that have driven him to develop incredible trust issuses.
his friend want to help him find love, but he's not going for it.
That is until he meets Jaxon B...
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2 Years Ago
Imagine being 18 years old, just graduating high school, hyped as fuck about going to college and spending the rest of your days with the love of your life.
Just for all of that excitement to come crashing down, when you walk in on your boyfriend and what was supposed to be his "football brother", having sex in his bed.
And when I say sex, I don't mean love making kind of sex, I'm talking about full doggy style blowing his back out kind of sex.
Like who would've thought his 6'4, 180 something, "football brother" would be a bottom.
Hell I didn't even know he played for our team, if you know what I mean.
All I could do was stand there and watch, someone who I thought was my soulmate, have sex with a nigga he said was his friend.
On my graduation day at that.
This nigga told me he couldn't make my graduation because he had work, whole time this was the "work" he was referring to.
And to think I was coming here to wait for to get off work so we could go out to eat.
Shit I would've expected to be the one getting fucked tonight.
But now I'm going to spend the rest of my night crying.
I could feel the tears starting to well up at the brim of my eyes, my face started to scrunch up—preparing itself for the tears that were on their way.
My bottom lip began to quiver, as I made eye contact with my now ex boyfriend.
Kaevon Johnson.
"I can't fucking believe you Kaevon, how could you do this to me?! On my fucking graduation day!" I yelled at him, the tears now full on streaming down my face.
They both just looked like a pair of dumbass deers caught in headlights.
"How could you?" This time I'm only able to speak in a whispered tone, with a cracked voice.
I don't even wait for a response, I turn on my heels and speedily walk out of his room.
"Wait! Baby I can explain, I promise—I swear it's not even what it looks like." I hear his voice call after me.
But I'm already making my way out the door before I could hear another word.
Why God?
Why is this my life?
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