Jeremiah POV
I parked on the curb in front of the house I grew up in. I hate coming here; it's so empty, far from what it used to be.
I'm only here since I'm in charge of the operation, so we can sell the house and I can get the hell outta here.
"Good afternoon,"The potential customer shook my hand. I nodded. He had some lady, I'm guessing his wife, and two boys trailing behind him. The wife was carrying a little girl, obviously their daughter. I looked away from their knitted family and blinked to keep from breaking down. Mama & Dad always wanted a daughter but they got stuck with Colten and I. I shook off the thought and led them into the house.
"What do you do for a living?"I asked, just to make conversation.
"I own a fast food chain in downtown Miami and my wife here, works for corporate America."He replied. "What about you? You look young."
"I'm eighteen; I do YouTube."
He shook his head as I continued the tour of my old house.
"Room!"The little girl shouted, pointing down the hall. Her and her mom went down the hall to look at the room as the boys ventured off to explore.
"Beautiful family you got there."I muttered.
"Thank you. I got remarried two years ago."
"Remarried?"Well dang, I thought.
"Yeah, my blended family. My last wife left home and remarried someone else, leaving me with our sons. I found someone new, remarried and we had a daughter together."
"Oh dang, she missed out."
"I guess that's how it was supposed to happen. When everything is going wrong in life, there's always a good outcome in the end. You just have to trust the timing."
That statement left me questioning myself. I know for a fact I wasn't doing anything wrong in my relationship with Jordan. I did everything a woman would want me to do. I cared for her, I loved her so so much, I supported her dreams and pushed her to do better. I would listen to her talk about any and everything under the sun that came to her mind. I would've been willing to put my life on the line if it meant saving her. Hell, I even went to great lengths to save her ass from being sex trafficked. I could've sat back and let her get taken and just forget about her but no, I went out and found her after she went out with some guy that she oh so trusted. I guess she just didn't feel the same about me as I did her.
What will my outcome be after all of this is said and done?
We sold the house for $13.7 million and handed over the keys to their new house. With the filled out paperwork, Colten and I left the house.
"Can we go? Damn, you just sitting there."He fussed.
"Don't rush me,"I eyed him, opening my Snapchat to see I had a text from someone named "Lissa🙌🏾". Before I opened the message, I looked at her story to see who she was.
She had multiple pictures of herself posted. I opened the message.
It read as follows: "Jeremiah from red lobster?"
Me: what
Lissa🙌🏾: you're cute
Me: ok
I sat the phone in the cup holder and took off. I don't have time for people's shenanigans at this point; ion wanna deal with nobody right now.
We made it back to the quiet condo in a matter of minutes.
"I need a home cooked meal in my system. I'm tired of eating out."He whined.
"You better learn how to cook then."I mumbled. He huffed and went to his room while I went to mine.
I could feel myself getting hornier by the second; I haven't had any action since the breakup and it's starting to take a huge toll on my body.
I went to my real text messages and entered the chat I had open with Jordan. She's been texting me nonstop and I've been ignoring her up until now. I stared at the contact name and photo I had set up for her. I never changed it because she meant so much to me.
J💍: we need to talk
Me: about what
I don't want to talk; I'm just trying to bust and I don't want to do it in stranger pussy.
J💍: Us
I fuckin miss you Miah. I need you in my life
Me: come over so we can talk
She was here in no time and pouring her heart out to me but I wasn't listening. My dick was starting to rise and I was trying my best to not jump on her and pound that pussy. Just because I'm horny and mad doesn't mean i lost respect for her. I still got enough respect for her to not throw her around the bedroom like a hoe.
All of her talk was going in one ear and out of the other.
"Yeah? Show me how much you miss me."I sat on the bed.
She stepped out of her miniskirt and pulled my boxers down, hopping right on.
With a motive, I flipped her over. I want her to feel this shit. And when I'm done with her, she'll know exactly how it felt to get played.
Hearing the headboard hit the wall with each stroke on top of her screams made me go harder. "You gon' feel this shit today."I whispered.
I held my nut back for as long as I could, getting her close to hers. I want her to be so close to cumming that she feels it right there but it can't get out.
"I'm about to cum!"As soon as she yelled that, I pulled out with the quickness, releasing myself all over her stomach. I plopped on the bed to catch my breath as she laid there.
She's in for a rude awakening tomorrow morning...
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