Never Let You Go (Catching Feelings Sequel)

Comfort Inn Ending

Jaden POV:

The warmth of the cloths brought me into a world of no worries. I stared out the window in a daze. I didn't know where I was, and frankly, I didn't care. I was away from all of the drama. I didn't remember what happened last night. The last thing I remembered was that I vowed to never fall for hoes like Imani. I was a new person. Anyone who disagreed could suck my brownskinned dick. 'The Drake in me is gone,' I thought. 'He's been replaced by Chief Keef ...Nah he's been replaced by The Weeknd. The Weeknd gets all the bitches, and he looks fresh. Chief Keef looks like he washes himself in muddy water and scrubs himself with moldy bread. That nigga is-'

I was instantly disrupted from my thoughts by a mesmorizing voice, "Jaden, breakfast is ready." I turned around and there was Kylie in the doorway of the room in nothing but a sweater; my sweater. I looked under the covers and I didn't have anything on. I could see Jaden Jr. sprouting a little. I had to admit: Kylie looked sexy as hell. 

I looked back at her. It suddenly hit me: Did I have sex with Kylie? I began to worry. "Jaden?" she asked again. I couldn't say anything except, "I'll be right there." She hesitated and began to walk away. I shook my head in delusion. No...  I couldn't have. But from the pain pounding in my head, I could tell I was wrong.

I got out of bed and found my boxers on the floor. I pulled them on, along with my jeans. I didn't feel comfortable around another girl without my shirt on. But I decided not be such a pussy. I walked into the other room and began to feel naseaus. Not only was I obviously hung over, but it smelled like an African braidng shop.

I sat down at a counter by the stove and looked at Kylie's ass as she cooked. Problem was, she didn't have one. I could've easily mistaken it for her back. Imani had a nice ass. It was small, but it was round and firm. Whenever I smacked it, it would jiggle, and it turned me on. But Kylie's butt made me sicker.

 "You must've had a funner night than I thought!" Kylie said as she looked at me.

"Where are we, and what happened last night?" I asked in a groggy voice.

"Well, we're at the Ritz-Carlton on Central Park. We came here after we got kicked out of Club Phoenix. The place was buzzing with paps, too," she said as she sipped on her orange juice.

"Why did we get kicked out?"

"Let's just say, it's already on TMZ," Kylie giggled.

"But what did I do?" I asked.

"Well, we were dancing. You were completely drunk. Then, someone came up to us and asked you how things were going with that whore and you-" Kylie started, but I cut her off. "What whore?"

"Imani, duh!" she said in a disgusted tone. "Even saying her name makes me want to vomit. Anyway, you got mad and began trashing the place. You threw bottles on the floor, flipped tables... you went wild!" Kylie looked as if she were in awe. "The bouncer threw us out and paparazzi was everywhere! They were asking you so many personal things about your mom, your dad, Willow, your tweets, everything. Finally, when someone asked you were Imani was, you said in the camera 'She's probably sucking dick like the slut she is.' I was so turned on, J. I guess you were too, because when we came here, the first thing we tried out was the couch. Then the shower, and then the bed."

I looked down in embarrassment. Last night was probably the worst I've ever behaved. I was embarrassed for trashing the club and fucking Kylie. But I was mostly embarrassed for shading Imani on camera. I know that she cheated on me, but that was our business. And, she'd probably get a lot of shit for it. I guess Kylie saw the look of guilt on my face, because she picked my chin up and kissed me. "Kylie, I can't," I said, pulling away. "I feel like I betrayed her." I felt shameful. I did her so dirty.