Before I Let Go

Chapter 1: Silence is Golden

Jordan's P.O.V

"Why?" She asked me. For the millionth time I was annoyed with her presence. I wanted her to leave, to never come back but since she wouldn't I was going to. I stood in the mirror and adored myself. For 6'2 I was perfectly built; thanks to my consistent hours at the gym everyday. I ran my hand across my tattoo that stretched from each side of my chest. Aside from my tattoos my perfect dark complexion was flawless thanks to my Egyptian mother and African American father. I opened the bedroom closet door in search for my gear. I grabbed my tan Levi jeans and a burgundy and cream true religion T-shirt. Just as I stepped out of the walk-in closet I heard her again.

"Jordan...answer me dammit!" she yelled. For some reason her yell was closer than I thought. This big ass house and she had to be near me. I wanted to throw up. She irked me in every unnatural way possible. I walked over to the dresser to grab a pair of boxers and before I knew it she was standing there blocking my drawer.

She used to be attractive to me. At one point she was my perfect person. But somehow she let it and herself go. Just happened out of the blue. But please don't get me wrong she was still beautiful, when she wanted to be. But I wasn't the least bit interested. Another man's trash is another man's treasure. I stood there looking at her from top to bottom. She was about 5'3 light brown, curvaceous but a lil on the chubby side, her natural hair laid just beneath her breast. She had on boy shorts which emphasized her ass and a wife beater, mine of course. It amazed me how she couldn't see her own beauty and that insecure shit was a turn off for me.

"Excuse me!" Was all I could muster in between angry breaths. Actually that was the first thing I said to her in the most recent days. I could've been rude and pushed her ass to the floor but that wasn't in me. Not today.

She didn't budge and I was growing impatient with her and her tired ass argument.

"You gonna move?" I folded my arms against my bare chest.

As she gestured to move I stepped back thinking she was going to swing at me. But to my surprise she ripped my towel exposing my manhood and dropped to her knees. Although I thought I wasn't interested in her my now erected penis said different. I wanted to look down as she entered the tip in her warm wet mouth but I didn't because I knew she was looking up at me and if I looked into her green eyes I would turn to stone. Medusa. I chuckled a little at my inside joke as she went to town on my penis. She knew exactly what she was doing and that's when I lost control. In between her slurps and porn star like deep throating I came and she swallowed every seed I dropped. Using the towel to clean her saliva off me I brushed passed her seemingly unaffected by her amazing head session. Although I was mind blowing every time and would leave me thinking about it later on today. I couldn't let her know that I was still remotely interested in our sex life, the oral part. I continued as if the past 20 minutes never happened I slipped on my boxers as well as the rest of my clothes along with my burgundy converses. I put on the expensive diamond watch that she'd bought me a few years back as a gift for completing military boot camp and was headed to the garage towards my black on black Audi A6. Before pulling out I quickly typed up a text message before sending it.

Me: Bae, I'm On my way! 💋

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Maliya's P.O.V

That was it. He hadn't said anything to me in the most recent days and all I get is "excuse me". He couldn't even look at me while I was giving him head and he loves when I do that. Jordan and I have been together for five long and tiring years. Throughout those years he cheated on me, got married to someone else, got a divorce and went into the military. I forgave him because I cheated on him in the beginning stages of our relationship. But still his recent behavior was tiring. I admit I'm not the glamorous person I used to be. But stress and child baring will cause a woman to lose her self. I gathered myself up and laid on our bed which served no purpose as it would normally be unoccupied. A few tears dripped from my eyes. My tears had become my only companion. A sudden streak of laughter brought me back to reality. Giselle. I walked to our two year old daughter's oversized princess themed bedroom. She was there in her window waving. This little ball of enlightenment meant more to me than her poor excuse of a father. I wanted to leave Jordan but for the sake of Giselle; I kept trying. I knew what the product of a broken home felt like. My dad left my mom when she was five months pregnant with me and my twin brother, Malik; needless to say we never met him. My mom struggled her ass off to make sure she never relied on another person again. My mom would work two jobs to make sure Malik and I had everything we ever needed. She made sure each of us graduated from both high school and college. Thankful for her my brother and I was extremely smart and graduated high school at the age of fifteen. Never before had a pair of twins been deemed Valedictorian and Salutatorian at such a young age which earned us both full scholarships to many of the top immaculate colleges and universities on the east coast. My mom was so proud of us. Once she retired(courtesy of my NFL major league brother) we made sure she never had to work again. I looked to see who Giselle was waving to and saw my mom walking up from the banana style driveway.