Jaylen, known to you as Jarvis stumbles into a bar one night and meets an author, who he pours out his heart to. She is all ears, fascinated with a intriguing story that might just help her failing career. JayJay is convinced he missed the love tra...
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Stony
I turned back to look at the drunk short guy. "Hate a nigga that can't hold they fucking liquor." I scowled.
When inside the bar my brother asked me to meet him I felt out of place. The smell of alcohol was unpleasant to my stomach. There was already some guy being loud and belligerent with a waitress. My coach was very clear on my not fighting outside the ring. I had a fight coming up next week and was instructed to keep a low profile, but my weakness was assholes like him. I could tell the older woman was trying her best to be professional but he was calling her every name but hers. I started to get up but felt a hand on my shoulder. "Chill lil bro, they have security."
I turned to see my big brother and stood up, we hugged each other. "Keem,"
"I was about to beat buddy ass and bounce." I looked over in the man's direction but security had finally came and threw him out.
"Heard him when I came in, I saw you staring," he laughed. "I know your short temper ass was about to bust his ass."
"Kenny told me to lay low,"
"Kenny absolutely right. The big fight next Friday and everything riding on you staying out of shit that doesn't concern you. You can't save the whole world." He poked my chest.
"You been preaching that to me for years,"
"If I could get it through this thick skull of yours." He squeezed my head when I sat down.
"It's only with helpless people...I just remember being that scrawny kid getting my butt kicked."
"Yeah but you ain't scrawny anymore and haven't had your butt kicked since fifth grade."
"I know," put my finger up for the bartenders attention.
She came over with her breast spilling out her top. She had a short haircut with a nose piercing. She was petite with a round ass. "What can I do you for handsome?"
"Just a water with lemon for me."
She smiled. "This is for real or?"
"I don't put toxic shit in my body, I'm a boxer."
"Okay," she made a glass of water with ice and lemon." Then slid it across the counter to him.
"Well give me a sour whiskey please,"
"Coming right up." I winked at her.
"You get married in two weeks, please don't fuck the bartender." I leaned in to whisper to him.
"As appetizing as she looks, imma be good. Trina is a good woman. I love her."
"Well, I sure as hell hope so. You proposed to her." They both laughed.
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Later it was me who ended up getting involved with the cute bartender. I had her bent over the bar as I took her from behind. The thing about sex is, I only did it for that itch we as men need scratched. Pussy is pussy to me, nothing about it makes me fall in love. I get my rocks off and I'm good and I don't need it frequently. I felt her tightness contracting around me three times already. She was now so wet it was leaking down her legs. I was wearing her out, her body was going limp.
My mind was on the fight. This opponent of mine was talking lots of trash these last few months. It's all to get me off my A game and ratings. The most recent insult was about my brothers disabled hand.
"Um...you're being rough."
"I'm so sorry," I slowed down my thrust.
"Think you gonna cum soon?" I could hear it in her voice she was worn out.
I just pulled out of her. "It's cool, we're done." I pulled up my pants.
She turned towards me. "No, I wanted you to finish. It's just that we can continue at my place, I can't be in here after a certain time."
"It's alright. I have to be at the gym in about five hours. I have to go home and catch some Z's."
"Can I maybe have your number?"
"I think this will probably not happen again Sarah, I don't do second times or dating or any of that."
"I just wanna fuck occasionally. Your dick and stamina is amazing." She licked her lips.
I already knew all of this. Women have been telling me this for years. "Thank you, but maybe I'll see you around."
I hopped over the bar and walked out.
When you're trying to achieve a goal, nothing can distract you. Women wanted to be the number one priority in my life. They wanted to mean more to me than my first love. Fighting. There was nothing on earth that gave me a better high then fist hitting flesh, staring into my opponent's eyes and knowing I bring them fear. Every time I hit them I release some kind of frustration. My favorite is to stand over them as the victor. It's like seeing my first bully hit the ground the first time, over and over again.
Women wanted to take that from me. When I got home, I finished myself in the shower, a nut was a nut.
When I laid down I randomly thought about the idiot in front of the bar. Grown men not being able to hold their liquor, is the reason my brother was hit by a drunk driver. It's what caused him to lose mobility in his left hand and the reason I was always fighting. People need to teach their children that everyone is different and different is unique.
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Stony is going to be a tough one ...can Jaylen soften him?
How do you feel about his feelings towards sex and relationships?
