The Connection

Chapter 3

A/N: Jermaine and photo of Nicole in his phone in the MM

Jermaine sat around his desk and groaned at the thought of the shit load of work he had to do. It wasn't that he was the lazy type, he was just having an off day. He clicked the button at the top of his Samsung smartphone and opened WhatsApp to some provocative photos of a girl he had been sexting. He had to turn the phone sideways in disbelief that one girl's booty could be that big. Maybe that's why he wasn't in the mood for work, he was thinking about big booty Judy...or Nicki in this case. "No way that shit is real" he said voicing his thoughts aloud and holding his phone from various angles for a better view. The door of his office slammed and frightened him. He looked up to see his long time friend and best bud, Chase.
"Damn! You frightened the shit out of me man!" Chase chuckled. "Sorry" Chase looked at the pile of files on Jermaine's desk and knitted his brows "don't you have work to do?"
Jermaine placed his smartphone down on the desk face up and Chase's eyes zoomed in on the picture that was the subject of Jermaine's distraction. "Damn!" Chase muttered
"My thoughts exactly. Do you think it's real?" Chase shook his head in a way that told Jermaine that he wouldn't be entertaining that line of conversation, let alone offer an answer. "I think your focus should be on work"
Jermaine arrogantly perched both of his feet on his desk, leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands and interlocked his fingers.
"I would but you obviously came into my office for something other than bugging me about my workload...so what's up?" Chase had known Jermaine since they were in diapers. They grew up in the same neighborhood and Jermaine's house was just walking distance from his. He remembered competing with him in several sports and how they were partners in crime in every prank that was successful in Jermaine's house. He also recalled that his friend could read him like a book. They had a close and unbreakable bond despite the fact that Jermaine was a player who had no shame in his game. He had his share of females. Slim, curvy, black, white, Asian...you name it, he's had it and it didn't seem that he wasn't about to change anytime soon. Chase, however, had always been a one man woman per say. Granted, he's had a few flings. Homeboy was no angel but he could see himself settling down thanks to the one woman who came into his life, got under his skin and made him want things he never used to. Yes it was all thanks to Deanna Miller.
Now as he faced his friend, he figured he might as well tell him.
"You'll never believe who I'm taking to dinner this weekend"
At this point, Jermaine has taken up his smartphone again and was scrolling through photos that Nicole continued to flood his phone with. He swore the girl was trying to give him blue balls. "Uh...Toya" He replied nonchalantly. Chase shook his head at Jermaine's random choice. Chase hadn't seen Toya in ages. "Hell no man! Why would u think her?!"
"Well who is it then?" Jermaine responded, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Chase took a deep breath before replying "Deanna..." He waited for the expected outburst from his friend but was greeted with silence. He realized that Jermaine was engrossed in his phone. "Dude you need help" Jermaine looked up. "What? I heard you. You said Deanna" Suddenly it registered to Jermaine whose name he had heard. "Hold up. Did you just say Deanna? As in Deanna Miller?"
"Way to go Sherlock" Jermaine sat up in his chair. "No way! How did that happen?. I thought you lost contact with her"
" I did... and then again I didn't" Jermaine looked at Chase like he was stupid.
"Uh dude this is the part where you're explanation is supposed to make sense" Chase raked his hand over his head. "Let's just say, she still has the same number after all this time. I talked to Jerome and he told me to give it a try"
"Of course you're married brother with a nagging wife and 2 kids would tell you that" Typical Jermaine, Chase thought. The man thought marriage was worse than a prison sentence. "What's so wrong with being tied down?" Chase said, voicing the question that had been the subject of many discussions between the two. "Did you not just see the picture of Nicole's booty and don't even get me started on the ones that came in after that"
"You need help" Chase said while chuckling. "Ain't nothing wrong with a man having options" Chase shook his head. "Listen, take Deanna to dinner. I know you're really into her. You always have been and she's actually one of the few girls you dated that I liked" Chase eyes grew wide at that comment. "Dude relax. I didn't mean it like that. What I'm saying it, she's the only one I wasn't trying get at in case you weren't interested"
"Man I don't even know who you are right now" Chase said, feigning disgust. "The only thing I'm worried about is that Deanna is going to pull you out the game and I won't have enough dick for all these chicks. She'll have you like your brother. On lock down, serving life imprisonment without the possibility of parole" Chase had started making his way to the door. Jermaine was a sad, sick man. "I'll see you around...and get some professional help man" He closed the door to a smiling and snickering Jermaine.
Jermaine turned his attention back to his phone where a picture of Nicole in pink, lacy underwear popped up on the screen. Jermaine wiped non existent sweat from his brow "Shoot I'll catch up on all this work on Monday" He said to himself while grabbing his Jacket and memorizing Nicole's address.

A/N: Jermaine's character (represented by Tyrese Gibson) somewhat mimics his role as Roman Pierce in The Fast & Furious Franchise.
Am I the only one who loves him??? I had so much fun writing his parts!!!

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