Break Out

Chapter Fourteen

Quick recap (since it's been a while): Kehlani after starting the grieving process is told by Twain's brother, X, that the love of her life, Twain, may not be dead after all. They begin digging for answers and find out that he is indeed alive and is being lied to and held by their rival Benzino and Twain's ex Monae. They put together a plan to bring him back and Kehlani is temporarily placed in charge as "Queen" of the Wilson Cartel. All the while Kehlani finds out that she has a brother named Blue and that she may be pregnant. They gather up extra help and successfully get Twain back. Now with the help of friends and family, they are trying to help him regain memory of them and the life he had been living before.
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Kehlani "Queen" Jackson
The soft light from the window touched my eyes as I woke up from my deep sleep. I was being embraced by warm arms that held me tightly to a chest and I smiled. I traced his familiar tattoos, loving the feeling of heat that arose beneath my fingers as I glided across his skin. A small sigh released from his mouth as I continued and he pulled my closer, as if that were possible.

Soon his eyes fluttered opened and bore into mine. His eyes held so many emotions, the same emotions I felt whenever we were near one another. It was a powerful, strong, confident pull that we shared. I had feared that it would just be me to feel that tingling sensation once we got him back, but I was wrong. It was still there. And I could tell just by the way he looked at me now, that it was only continuing to grow.

"Hey," I smiled softly. His hand reached up to cup my cheek and without hesitation I leaned into his touch.

"Hey," he said his voice filled with sleep in the sexiest way possible. I bit my lip to keep from acting upon impulses that I once would've been able to do without question. "Today's your appointment right?"

"Yes. And I was going to take you to the main company building and show you around, see if you can recognize or remember anything."

"But instead?"

"Instead," I sighed, "instead I would rather have you around family and friends. X and I can keep running things until you're ready."

"And what do you think?"

"What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Do you think I'm ready? Or that I ever will be?"

"Of course I believe that," I smiled. "I'll always have faith in you Twain."

"Thank you. It's been a while," he gave me a lopsided grin and leaned his forehead against mine. I moved slightly and before I knew it, my body had grazed over his hard on making it worse as he groaned. "Please stop wiggling around," he grunted his voice filling with a little bit of lust but then quickly clearing.

"Sorry," I whispered as I wished he would touch me once again.

"I'm just trying to do what you asked of me. I know you want to wait," he said without hesitation. I'm sure this was hard for him just like it was for me. We both had been dreaming and longing for each other for what felt like forever. It was almost weird that nothing had happened yet. Just a few touches here and there.

"I know. I appreciate that," I sighed. "This isn't easy for me either."

"Maybe we should go out tonight," he suggested causing me to perk up slightly. "I don't remember anything about you other than what you've already told me. Yet, while I was down, you always invaded my mind. I would see your face, I swear I could almost feel how soft your skin was. I need answers as to why you, were able to break me."

"You were broken when I met you Twain. The reason we'll always be in sync with each other is because we fixed one another. We laid down the foundation and built ourselves a home. Yeah it's gone through quite a few disasters but it's not going to go down without a fight. I'm not going to go down," I said softly. "And I would love to go out. But as of right now, we need to head downstairs and get breakfast going for our guests," I giggled. We both rolled out of bed quite hesitantly and made our way down the steps to the kitchen, already finding the girls awake making coffee.