Didn't We Almost Have It All? | method man

Chapter 21

Hour Later

Jaida finally arrived home, her emotions running wild. With heavy footsteps, she closed the door behind her and dropped her purse by the entrance, slipping out of her uncomfortable heels. As she tried to gather her thoughts, her phone vibrated, it was a text from Khairi.

Khairi: Hey beautiful, just checking to see if you got home okay.

Jaida sighed, not knowing how to respond. She was an emotional wreck, torn between her feelings for Mef and her blossoming relationship with Khairi. To make matters worse, she had kissed Mef tonight, and now she had to figure out how to explain it to Khairi. Jaida reluctantly picked up her phone and replied.

Jaida: Hey Khai. I'm fine. Really tired. I'll call you in the morning.

Feeling drained, she tossed her phone onto the couch and made her way to her bedroom. Collapsing onto her bed, she released all her pent-up emotions in a flood of tears. The night had started out fun, but it had quickly become overwhelming. Deep down, she knew she had genuine feelings for Mef, but being with Khairi felt safe and secure. Jaida desperately wished for this love triangle to be nothing more than a bad dream.

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Mef raced through the city streets after leaving the party. Frustration burned within him as he felt played by Jaida. He knew she had feelings for him, but she was unwilling to act on them. Feeling a surge of anger, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his fingers gripping the device tightly.

"Hello?" A female voice answered the phone.
"Sup? Meet me at my crib."
"Mef, it's 3am in the morning," she groaned.
"Modest, it's been a long fuckin' night. You comin or not," he asked in an annoyed tone.
"I'll be there."

He hung up the phone right after her confirmation and continued speeding home, thoughts running rampant. An hour later Mef got in the house, hopped in the shower and right after he got out the doorbell rang. He wrapped a towel around his waist and answered the door. A light skinned, skinny built, female with medium length, straight hair stood before him. She wore a revealing mini skirt, a form-fitting tank top, and high heels. A smile played across her lips as she confidently stepped into the house, her gaze fixated on Mef's skinny but chiseled, exposed torso. She knew what he called her over there for. He stood there, as his eyes followed her movements. She gently walked up to him, took Mef's hand in hers, guiding him towards the couch. No words were exchanged between the two, she knew what time it was. She pushed him on the couch, removed his towel revealing his thick, hard, long dick and knelt down in position. She locked eyes with him lustfully as she smacked his dick on her lips. Her tongue ran up and down across his shaft and she slid his dick to the back of her throat, which caused him to moan in satisfaction. He placed his hands on the back of her head for guidance. Mef was in Heaven. Shit he needed it after tonight.

"Tsss damn," he hissed, hanging his head back on the couch as he closed his eyes.

She sucked, and deep throated, loving the reaction she always received. She was good at what she did and she knew. That's how she always kept him coming back. Modest and Mef been hooking up since the beginning of his career in the 90s. She was a video vixen, met him at a concert one night, they hooked up and the rest was history. She always wanted something more but Mef was always honest about his intentions. He knew what type of chick she was. A woman who can fuck a man who's in a relationship of married, can fuck anybody. He wasn't taking her seriously at all. But he saw her as a friend. He didn't mind helping her with bills or money for her and her six year old son if needed.