Devilish Desires

Jordynn

Channing Washington was my best friend, but who would have thought that I would fall so deeply in love with him. When he showed up at my place that night, I could tell he was extremely worried about something. We had that type of connection. He knew me better than anybody; and I knew him better also. Better than his fiancée.

Channing and I had a key to each other's places. We did it like that for security purposes, but also because if one of us needed the other, we had easy access to each other. Channing used his key to let himself in that night.

"Jordynn?" he yelled out.

"I'm upstairs, Chan," I yelled to him.

I was finishing up my last paper before my graduation. I was also going over the plans to expand my business Smylie Face.

Channing came running up to me. When I saw his face, I knew immediately something was wrong. "Hey, Jordynn," he said walking to me.

He was so handsome. I've seen him grow from a cubby and ugly ass lil boy to an amazingly strong and sexy ass man. He was dressed in Khakis, a yellow Polo shirt, and yellow Nikes. He was just too sexy.

"Channing, what's wrong with you?" I asked him.

He came and got in bed with me. He moved my laptop, and then put his head in my lap. He started caressing my leg, so I ran my hands through his dreads. When he started growing his dreads, I thought that was so sexy. Hell, let's face it; everything about this man is sexy to me.

"I just need you," he said softly.

"I'm here for you, boo. You know that. So, tell me what's wrong?" I asked him.

He stayed quiet for a minute. Then he said, "I did something bad."

I knew it was something with Malaysia, and I really didn't wanna hear that shit. However, he was my best friend. "What did you do, Channing?" I asked him.

"I proposed to Malaysia last night."

I pushed him from me and jumped up outta bed. Just three days before I broke it off with Nathan because I knew that if Channing had to choose, he would choose me. I guess I was fucking wrong. This bastard went and proposed to that bitch!

"What did you just say?" I asked him making sure I was hearing him correctly.

"Please, Jordynn. I know you're upset."

"Upset? Nigga, I'm beyond upset!"

He tried to walk up to me, but I backed up. I couldn't believe he didn't choose me. After everything we talked about, this motherfucker still chose Malaysia over me!

"Baby, listen to me. Please," he said. "You gotta believe me."

"About what? You love me?"

"Yes, baby, I do love you. I love you very much. That's why I told you."

"No, if you loved me, you never would have proposed to her. You would have chosen me like we always said we would!"

I was stunned. I didn't know what to do or say to him. I wanted to slap the fucking stupidity outta his crazy ass. "Just go, Channing. I cant even stand to look at you right now."

Without saying a word, he left. I cried myself to sleep that night and about three weeks after that night. I threw myself into my work, but nothing ever seemed right. I loved Channing so much that it was killing me not talking to him.

After that fourth week, I finally said fuck it and called him. I stayed home from work that day. Going to work just didn't feel right to me anymore. I needed him; in more ways than one.