Page 19 of Tap In

Chance’s hand smacking my ass pulled me out of my worry. “Stop worrying my damn sperm. They got an important journey.”

My blank stare preceded my laughter. This man of mine was too damn much. Thank God, I could handle it all.

Joston hadme completely fucked up. Yeah, we weren’t in a committed relationship, but I would say that we did have an understanding. I met Joston years ago when I was invited to one of his parties by a dude that I was messing with. Since that first time, I only attended parties that were hosted by Joston. When we first started messing around, it was very casual. We only saw each other when I came to his parties. It was nothing too much.

I continued to go to the parties well after I stopped messing with ole boy. Hell, I didn’t even remember that dude’s name. At some point, Joston’s and my ‘only club meetups’ went to ‘whenever the feeling hit’ meetups. I would fly to Vegas, or he would fly here. The irony of it all was that he was from Charleston. He left the city shortly after he graduated high school and won his first major poker tournament.

Yeah, Joston and I weren’t in a monogamous relationship, but I thought it was understood that we didn’t flaunt other people in front of each other. It wasn’t like I had anyone to really flaunt, but still. Joston was just with me at my house a week and a half ago and in my pussy two nights ago after the damn rehearsal dinner. Where was that bitch then? Today, his ass rolled in here with a whole ass bitch like he didn’t know I was going to be here. I was the maid of honor, and he was the best man.

What made it worse was that it was a bitch that frequented his parties. She knew exactly who I was. It showed when she gave me that smug assbitch, I got your mansmile. I kept it together during the wedding ceremony and the pictures. It was not my goal to ruin my best friend’s wedding.

Joston’s hand grabbed my arm firmly. “Nah, Lark. You go with your husband. I got her.” The harsh timbre of his voice caught me off guard.

Lark tried to save me, but Chance wasn’t having it. Next thing I knew, he pulled his wife one way while Joston pulled me another way. We ended up in a room at the far end of the hallway that we stood in.

“Sit the fuck down, Jacobia,” Joston sternly demanded after he slammed the door behind us.Who the hell is he talking to?

My eyes tightened, my hip stuck out, and my arms crossed the front of my body. “Who the fuck are you?—”

My words got caught in my throat when he turned into Flash, and the next thing that I knew, we were nose to nose. I blinked once, then boom, he was in my face. “Justina, sit your muthafuckin ass down now. I’m not going to repeat myself.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was impactful. We had a stare off for a moment before I cut my eyes away from him before I sat on the couch that was against the wall. He walked across the room, grabbed a chair, then put it in front of me.Why does he have to be so damn handsome, with his chocolate ass.“Justina, tell me what the problem is tonight.”

“I don’t have a problem, Jerimiah. Since we’re using middle names and shit now.” I turned my head away from him.

He chuckled. “Well, I have one. I have a problem with you being a silly, drunk lil girl.”

Oh, that got my head to snap back in his direction. “Lil girl! You got me fucked up, Joston. I wasn’t a little girl the other night or last week. Yeah, I’m never a little girl when we’re mixing, but now because you got a lil bitch witcha, I’m a lil girl. Boy, fuck you.”

“There goes that Mount Pleasant girl that makes my dick hard,” he taunted. “And nah, you’re never a little girl when I have my dick or tongue in or on you. What makes you a lil girl is the fact that you are a grown ass woman who would rather get drunk and act out instead of coming to me about what has you in your feelings.”

Joston was arrogant as hell. That was one of the attributes that attracted me to him. His dominating personality was why a majority of the submissive bitches wanted him to be their Dom. When he walked into a room, he commanded the room without so much as saying a word. You could feel his aura in the room. “Why the hell do you think I’m in my feelings about your arrogant ass? I could be in my feelings about anything.”

He dropped his head for a second. When he lifted it, I knew that he was not here for the back and forth. “Justina, I don’t have time for this. Since you want to be evasive, I’m going to address what I assume the issue is. You mentioned a little earlier that I was with you the other night, but now I got a lil bitch with me. Yes, I was with you, and I am with a lil bitch because based on the last conversation that we had, you made it clear that you have no interest in being mybitch.What that means is that I’m single as hell and can do what the hell I want to do, as can you.”

There was a tingle in my spirit to the mention of him doing what he wanted to do. He was right, but damn. “It’s not about being single. It’s about respect, Joston. You fuck on me every chance you get, but now you want to be in my face with another bitch. Make that make sense.”

“Respect is me not fucking on anyone else for almost two years, waiting for you to get your mind right so that we could be together. I told you how I felt about you. I told you that I wanted to be with you on some serious shit, and what did you say to me, Jacobia?” His eyes bore into me. “What the fuck did you say to me?”

I shifted around uncomfortably in my seat. “I said that I wasn’t ready. That doesn’t mean that I would never be ready, but here you go bringing Cindy Lou Who and shit.”

His nostrils widened while his chest lifted then fell. “So you expected me to sit around and wait for you to be ready? How long have we been doing this lil dance? When I came to you almost three years ago about being in a committed relationship, you told me that you couldn’t trust that I would be faithful because of our lifestyle. What did I do? I told you that I was only going to fuck on you, and that’s what the hell I did. I proved what the hell I had to prove.

“I’m forty damn years old and you’re thirty-eight. What the fuck are you waiting for? You thought I would be cool with thatI’m not readybullshit and keep my dick, time, and heart on reserve for you.” He stood to his feet, put his hands in his slack pockets, then sighed. “Jacobia, I can’t do that for you anymore, love. I’m ready to settle down and have my family. If that’s not what you want, then we’re going to stop playing with each other.”

The air was sucked out of the room as time stood still. I didn’t take a breath until he leaned down and kissed my forehead.What the hell is really going on?Joston walked out the door, closing it behind him.

I sat there in my mind of confusion with no clue of what to do next. Do I sit here in my despair or go back and enjoy the party?Joston and his Cindy Lou Who bitch are in the ballroom.This day did not go the way that I thought it would. Silly me thought that I would rock up on Joston for most of the night, then end the night with his dick in my holes. Joston pulled a big joker on my ass when I least expected it.

Let me get my shit together.This was not me!I’m Jacobia Justina Christianson, daughter of Justin and Lachelle Christianson.My mother and aunties would beat my ass if they saw me in here sulking over a man that wasn’t mine. I sat in the room for a few more minutes before I left to go to the bridal suite. There was a Keurig in there, and I was in dire need of coffee to sober my ass up. I knew that my mind went berserk when influenced by alcohol.

When I went back to the ballroom, the party was still in full swing. My heart smiled at the sight of Lark and Chance in a corner being nasty while dancing. I taught my girl well.

“Why your fine ass standing over here by yourself?” Lark’s cousin Bam said from my side.

Her cousin had a crush on me since I was in college. We’d fucked a few times, but nothing came of it because he was deep in the streets. There would never be a day that I brought home a man that was in the streets to my father. Plus, our roads in life just didn’t align at the time with me wanting to be a dentist and him the biggest plug in the region. Sure, I could be his little street princess, but that wouldn’t be becoming of me.

I smiled before I turned my attention to him. He towered over my five feet, six inches height which I loved. One of the requirements for a man that I entertained was that I needed to look up to him. On top of that, Bam was a big boy. “I’m chillin’. What you about to do?”

---