Grey

6

I kissed her and walked away.

She drove off. Fast as usual.

I watched.

I got into the car as she exited the gate and shot around the corner.

"Mr. Webster, might not be my place to say but the woman of my island are hard to manage, and you seem more like the type to control a woman, but you can't control a Jamaican woman." He looked over at me briefly.

"Especially not that one."

I stared at him, scowled.

I don't fucking control women. I just like it when hoes know their place.

But he's right.

She's nothing I'm used to.

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The drive from school to the hotel took almost 10 minutes.

They brought all the bags up and I ordered dinner for us both. That left it at about 25 minutes.

I called the lobby telling them my girlfriend would be arriving within the hour and they were to send her directly to my room whether she gave the name Travis Scott or Jacques Webster. That left us at 30 minutes.

I started to get jittery, I was fucking worried, about a girl I barely even knew for 8 hours.

I unlocked my phone and called Chase.

"CHASE FUCKING B"

"Nigga, the fuck you screaming in my ear for?" He shouted at me.

I laughrd, "Wus good bruh?"

"I'm jus chilling b, shouldn't you be like fucking or something? How do you have time to be calling me? That chick you moving with bad as hell."

"Fuck is you talking bout bruh?" My interest was peaked.

"Nigga your fans in J.A are going ham with the pictures, on social media. Everybody taking pics of you and this girl that was walking you around at your meet and greet." He said.

Shit.

"Yo Chase imma call you back tomorrow, and nah I ain't gone fuck her. She different, she ain't some hoe trynna come up off me she got deeper problems than mine."

"Shit man. Aight talk to me tomorr'."

I hung up and sat on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands.

Think I might've fucked it up for her.

I heard the door unlock and walked towards it, I was getting antsy as fuck and I needed to know if she was safe.

She walked in with my jacket zipped up, sweat falling from her face and she was limping.

She looked at me and I walked to her quickly, helping her towards the bed.

I stopped down in front of her checking her leg.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Was giving the tools to a yute to go in place of me, he gave me my money, took the tools. Walking back to the car. They ambushed me."

She opened my jacket, revealing the bags of money and the blood leaking into the bags.

"You bleeding ma."

She ignored me, taking the money out and laying it on the bed.

"Get up, lemme clean you up." I said pulling her off the bed.

She complied, letting me take the jacket off and laying it over a chair.

I brought her to the bathroom, she sat on the counter, she took her shirt off to get a better look at her wounds. I watched her.

She started dabbing away at the cuts with a rag she found then got upset and stripped down completely.

She turned to me, raising an eyebrow.

I chuckled lightly, "Well shit don't make me stop you from doing your thing."

She stared at me.

"Haha, Aight Ma' I'm going."

I got up and left. I heat up our dinner, I ordered Shrimp Alfredo since I saw a recipe for it laying around in her studio this morning.

10 minutes after she walked out in a towel going over to her suitcases she grabbed some clothes, and I am walked into the bathroom to give her some space.

She'd used the first aid kit, so I tidied it up, and packed it away. I assumed she was done and walked back in she was laying on our bed staring up at the ceiling.

"I got you some food, saw the recipe on your wall asked them to bring it up."

"You can order dessert if you want too."

I was standing by the bed. And she turned her head to look at me.

It was silent for a while.

"Thank you." She said softly.

"Nah, it's cool." I replied, smiling.

"No," she replied. "It's not. Thanks for helping me, thanks for taking care of me. Thank you, Jacques."

I saw her eyes get watery, and she closed them and turned away.

I kinda felt something cracks in me, I stared at her curled up and sobbing softly to herself and I felt my heart break.

I don't know why this girl had such an effect on me, but I'd find out soon.

Felt like I had to protect her from her own life when obviously she's way more fucking capable of being a protector.

I walked over to her and pulled her up and into my arms and I just held her.

She clung to me, and I knew at that moment, she broke, she sobbed into my shirt, soaking it and I just rubbed her back trying to soothe her however I could.

"It's gon be okay, don't worry, I'm taking you out of this." I rubbed her back gently.

"You have enough money to go anywhere you choose, and if you don't, I'll help with whatever you want."

I pulled her away from me and lifted her chin so she could look directly into my eyes.

The sight of her with tears streaming down her face made me want to cry.

And I only ever cried in front of people once, and that's when I met Mescudi.

I held her face.

"I got you. Okay?"

She nodded, she started to calm down I could tell her face was back to it's regular straight line.

Her lips, were so fucking pink and plump I just wanted to be swallowed by them.

I wanted to feel her lips on mine and I did.

I kissed her.

Again.

And she kissed me back.

And neither of us held back.