Lion's Pride

Chapter 16

J . a . s . m . i . n . e

     "JAS!" THE LOUD, AUTHORITATIVE VOICE OF JAH'EIM IS NOT SOMETHING to miss as it echoed throughout the mini mansion like house. I don't know why he always has to act like someone is dying every morning at only 8am, but he needs to knock down his energy level to a good solid three or maybe even a solid four, and that's just me being considerate.

     I'm lying down in one of the many guest bedrooms in the house, comforted by the tan colored silk sheets and freshly washed white top covers. I wear nothing but light undergarments, loving the feeling of the nice bed. I don't particularly favor sleeping with more clothing on than I already have. I absolutely hated the thought of sleeping under something other than the comforter itself. Feeling free, clean and under bedding every night seals the deal every time. Pretending that I hadn't heard Jah'eims loud voice, I slowly fall back asleep. My attention averts itself elsewhere and back to the Keith Powers dream I was having just prior. A smile graces my face as I picture him again, shirtless, and laying in the bed right beside me.

     "Jazzy!" Jah'eim then calls my name for a second time, which makes me think that he might actually just need me. Sighing, I don't respond but yet climb over to the side of the large bed while one of my father's baseball jerseys from highschool awaits me to put on. I stand with my cold feet, wriggling my small toes and shaking the overlying sleep away. Cold chills meet my bare body, whisking across my stomach and tickling my ears. I hurry, grabbing the gold and black jersey that hung on the white leather, medium sized office chair accompanied by a large glass desk that I had begged Jah'eim for months to buy for my at home studies. The cotton insides of the jersey meet my frame, feeling slightly itchy. I am still cold, awaiting to warm up from the minimal heat radiating off of my body and under the fabric of the jersey.

     For some reason, Jah'eim found himself turning up the cold air every other day, nearly freezing me half to death most of the time. I shake my head at the thought, him and his behavior are going to be the death of me one day. I rub some of the morning white crust away from my partially closed eyes, digging into the crevices to retrieve all of it. Rolling them, I huff with irritation just before trying to make my way out of the room and into the halls of the large house. Jah'eim had bought this home as a celebration present to himself and he is beyond happy with it. Sauntering through the long halls that could easily pass as corridors, nearly every single piece of decor or art screamed his personality down to a tee.

     High ceilings accompany me as I emerge out of the large guest bedroom. Shutting the door silently behind myself, I look around and notice a brand new painting of a modern day Mona Lisa plastered to a far wall in a golden embossed frame. My first thought was to think that it was a bit creepy but it fit the dark oak floors, black couches off to the side in the second living room, and white accents of the home. Strutting my way over to the spiraled dark wood and black railed stairs, I stepped down on them, making my presence known to whomever was in the main living room. Surprisingly enough, no one appeared to be there. My eyes quickly survey the area, seeing the familiar grey sectional couches and brown color coordinated footballs resting on them as the widescreen TV mounted to the wall above a dark fireplace quietly plays a Tyler Perry film.

     Becoming curious as to where my blood sharing half is, I hug my body close while raising a waxed brow. I come around a corner, seeing the newly renovated open spaced kitchen with stainless steel appliances. There Jah'eim was, sitting on one of the silver and black bar stools, a blue and white jersey on his back, white Jordan sandals on his feet, the matching shorts blanketing his lower half. My eyes nearly jolt out of their sockets when they see another being accompanying him of the opposite sex. She seemed to have said something funny as Jah'eim chuckles loudly... which is rare. It wasn't Danielle, I could easily tell her apart from anybody. She has a different aurora rather than the one I'm picking up from the woman in the kitchen.