No Love Allowed (A TUPAC & JADA STORY)

XXIX

Two days later
Tupac drug his feet up Jada's walkway, nearly stumbling in the process.
He leaned on the brick that held her home in place while he ringed the doorbell repeatedly.

After a couple of minutes, Jada swung open the door, "It's 2am!"

Tupac slowly handed her a bouquet of 24 red roses, and instead of taking them, she stood there with her arms crossed.

"Come onnn," Tupac whined, "I was drunk, I didn't mean that shit I said."

"You're drunk now Lesane." Jada grabbed his face and looked in his eyes, "What the hell is your problem?"

Tupac smacked his lips, "I'm goood." he slurred, "I just miss you."

Jada rolled her eyes and tapped her foot, "You disrespected me."

"Baby come on.." Tupac whined, trying to go in for a kiss, but Jada resisted, "Damn Pac you stink!" She pushed him off as his alcoholic breath hit her face.
He stumbled back, almost losing his balance.

"Pac, get in the house!" Jada snatched the flowers from him and turned on her heel.
Tupac staggered as he walked to the couch. Jada came to him with two bottles of water and coffee.

"When you sober up, we can talk. I'm going to go run you a bath." Jada said walking to her bathroom.

The silence hung in the air as Tupac sank into the couch, contemplating the weight of his words and the distance he had created.

The sound of running water echoed through the space, mixing with the somber atmosphere. Jada returned, her expression softened, "You okay?"

Tupac shrugged whilst drinking the water, "I just wanna talk."

"We can talk in the bathroom. Let's go, you need to drink the coffee."

"You know I don't like that shit." He said getting up from the couch and leaving it on the table.

She rolled her eyes as she lead the way. He followed her, immediately undressing once they made it to the room.
He walked to the bathroom and stepped in the warm bath with bubbles surrounding his body.

Jada pulled the chair from her vanity and sat next to the tub with her hand resting on her chin, she was tired, but she would do anything for him.

"You wasn't gonna get in?" Tupac asked.

"No." Jada raised her eyebrow.

Tupac let his head rest on the tub as the water soothed his body, "I'm sorry, I'm going through a lot. Between Suge and Dre, my head is all over the place, you didn't deserve how I treated you when you was there for me."

Jada slowly nodded in agreement, "I'm worried about you man, you can't rely on drinking to get you through this, I'm trying to be there for you, but you're making it so hard."

"I know baby, I apologize." Tupac looked at her, feeling guilt.

"It's whatever Pac."

"It's whatever?"

Jada shrugged, "I don't know what you said really hurt me...drunk minds don't tell lies."

Tupac sat up, "I do still feel like I could've done something for him if I didn't stay, but I understand why you wanted me to and I appreciate you for that, I shouldn't have blamed it on you, you should never have to carry those feelings on your conscience. I love you."

She took a long sigh, "I love you too."

"Come get in the tub with me." Tupac pleaded.

"Fine Pac." Jada stood up and removed her satin robe, exposing her toned body.
She stepped in on the other side of tub and sat to where they were facing each other.

"I wanna feel you." Tupac spoke lowly while looking into her eyes.
She easily crawled over to his side and put her self in between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her body and started to kiss on her neck, while massaging her breast.

"I don't want to have sex tonight Lesane." She spoke firmly.

"That's fine, whatever you want." He said, this time sucking on her neck, "You miss me?"

"Yes," she looked into his eyes before kissing his lips still tainted with alcohol.

"Everything that's been happening got me thinking," he stopped.

"About what baby?" Jada grabbed his hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

Tupac hesitated, the weight of his words evident in the furrow of his brow. "Jada," he began, his voice carrying a mix of uncertainty and determination. "I've been thinking... maybe we should... you know, get married or something." His gaze met hers, a subtle flicker of doubt in his eyes, yet a quiet resolve underlying his proposal.

"Baby, I know you're still drunk, you don't have to keep talking." Jada slightly laughed, still playing with his hands.

"Drunk minds don't tell lies right?" Tupac asked.

Jada froze and looked at him, "Where is this coming from? You was just saying how we should move in together, how did that change to marriage?"

"These past weeks have taught me, life is not guaranteed. Especially for me..if I leave, I want someone to have all of mine, and I want that to be you." Tupac told her.

"And trust me I would be happy to, but if you just want to get married for someone to have your assets it's probably not the best—"

"Jada, cut the bullshit, you know how I feel about you, that's not the only reason." Tupac interrupted her, slightly getting offended.

"You are the love of my life." He spoke looking into her eyes, "My rock, my heartbeat, and like I said if I ever leave this earth, I want to be married to you. I want to leave with you having my last name. I want you to be my wife." Tupac firmly reassured.

Jada chewed on the inside of her cheek as they looked in each others eyes, he was drunk, but she knew he was being real. Her eyes started to sting as she felt tears start to fall down her face.

"Yes or no?" Tupac asked as he wiped them.

"Yes..." Jada replied, pulling his neck in for a heartfelt kiss. As she pulled away, her eyes glistened, "I love you so much..."

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Short chapter, but.... They're getting marrieddddd