The Reunion Show (3 page)

I leaned in closer to him, speaking in a whisper. “Oh, I feel you, and I would definitely love to feel you again. I'm down with building new friendships, but only ones that can last more than one night. The question is do you feel me?”

“Whether it lasts one night, one year, or ten years is totally up to you. Most women that I know can't stand to be around me for that long, so be careful what you wish for. But let's start today as being friends. As my new friend, you can start from the beginning and tell me everything you know.”

I smiled and picked up my glass to take a sip. Jaylin didn't think I'd be foolish enough to tell him everything I'd been up to, did he? Shame on him for underestimating me. There was no question that he had an effect on me, but no man would ever make a fool out of me.

I stood and removed the short jacket I wore. It covered my yellow tank shirt that squeezed my breasts together. Jaylin's eyes traveled directly to them.

“I'll tell you what, Jaylin. Since you don't know as much as I thought you knew, I'll tell you a few things that you want to know, provided that you can beat me at a game of pool. If you lose, then I get to choose the positions you'll put me in tonight, when you'll have the pleasure of fucking me. Bet?”

He didn't immediately respond to my comment, but I noticed a slight nod. Appearing confident that he'd win the game, he stood and rubbed his hands together. “That sounds like a winning proposal, but to make it more fun, how about one missed shot will require us to lose a piece of clothing? And if you miss your shot, I can ask you any question that I want to instead of waiting until the end to ask questions.”

“I'm down with that, but I'd better put my jacket back on. With the way I play, I'm sure I'll need it.”

The game got underway after Jaylin racked the balls and took the first shot to break them. He directed me to take the next shot, but truthfully, I was no good at playing. Still, I wanted to do my best, so I bent over the table and took the shot. Unfortunately, my ball missed the hole. I snapped my finger. and removed the first piece of clothing, my jeans. My turquoise thong showed, and to put it on display, I sashayed over to a chair, laying my jeans across it.

“Nice thong,” he complimented. “But I need to hit you with question number one. Have you conspired with others to win the Hell House challenge?”

He bent over to take his shot.

“Yes, I have conspired with others to win this challenge.”

He made the shot, but took off one of his tennis shoes, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Cheater,” I said and then winked. All he did was laugh.

I took the next shot, missing that one too. “Damn,” I said, snapping my fingers.

I was seriously trying to make the shot, but this time I removed my jacket. He couldn't wait to hit me with the next question.

“Does your plan include Jada and Jeff?”

Without hesitating, I answered. “Yes.”

He stroked the hair on his chin, and to no surprise, he made his next shot. Still, he removed his other tennis shoe, obviously not playing by the rules.

It was my turn again. The next three shots that I took, I missed. I was now down to only my thong. With him making all of his shots, he was in his red Calvin Klein boxers and a wife beater.

He asked the next question. “Will any of your plans affect me?”

“No.”

“Are you seeking revenge against Roc?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I put chalk on the end of my stick and had no problem answering his question. I faced him with my firm breasts standing at attention. My nipples were hard from glaring at the growth of his muscle.

“Here's the deal,” I said. “Jada and I are going to win the challenge because we have enough damaging information against Roc that will send him packing and flying out of the door. You have nothing, whatsoever, to do with this, and I know for a fact that you could not care less about the money. Jada and I need it way more than you do, so allow us to do what we must to cross the finish line.”

Without responding, Jaylin took his next shot, and then I took mine. This time, I made it.

“Nice shot, nice ass, and beautiful titties,” Jaylin complimented. “You're right. I couldn't care less about the money, but I do believe in playing fair. Roc will be blindsided by all of this. Explain to me why you are coming down so hard on the brotha?”

“It's personal. If I told you, you wouldn't understand. And the truth of the matter is life isn't fair. We both know that, so don't act like I'm sharing something with you that you don't already know.”

“I agree, but I expected more from you, Chase. I didn't think you'd get yourself involved in personal, petty issues that may turn out to backfire. You must know that Roc is nobody's fool.”

“I never said he was a fool, but this time he will be my little sucker. Regardless of what you say, he's coming down, because I don't appreciate how he's treated me, and I don't like men who wish to have their cake and eat it too. If you're one of those men, I'm sure you can understand where a woman like me is coming from. So, if I were you, Jaylin Rogers, I wouldn't have too much sympathy for Roc, especially since he didn't hesitate when it came to voting you out of here. I wonder, if the shoe was on the other foot, if he'd be as concerned about you as you seem to be about him?”

“Trust me when I say I'm not as concerned about him as I am about you. I'm trying to prevent you from making a big mistake by interfering in his personal life. The buck should stop here, shouldn't it?”

I shrugged, wholeheartedly disagreeing. “Maybe it should, but that'll be my choice to make. And if you're so concerned about me, I can show you what you should be concerned about more than anything.”

I laid my pool stick on the table and climbed on top of it. While on my hands and knees, I crawled to the center of the table and looked to my left at Jaylin.

“This is what you should concern yourself with. Go check things out from the back and see what you can do with it.”

He studied my flawless body as he circled the pool table. When he got to my backside, I spread my knees further apart so he could see the string from my thong being swallowed by the folds of my moist pussy lips.

“Get a good look,” I invited. “Concern yourself with the overflowing wetness and let me know what you're prepared to do about it.”

He remained at the end of the table, narrowing his eyes. He touched my right ass cheek first and then put his other hand on the left one.

“Do you mind if I get a closer look?” he asked.

“Please do. Help yourself and examine it how you wish.”

He spread my cheeks to look deeper inside. I felt the string sink further into my slippery lips. I was so wet from thinking about him being inside of me again.

“Umph, umph, umph,” he said. “I must say that things are looking pretty damn good from where I see it. But the problem is, in order for me to indulge myself, you need to win this game. If you don't win, I can't fulfill our agreement. It'll be unfortunate if we have to leave here deprived.”

“I agree, so I have a better idea. How about I throw in the towel and watch you play the remainder of the game? After you're finished, we'll discuss our little so-called agreement and consider changing the rules. I have a feeling that some adjustments may have to be made.”

He removed his hands from my ass cheeks and picked up the pool stick. As I remained on the table, he worked around me and carefully shot his balls, including the eight ball, into the holes. That made him the winner of our game. He acknowledged so when he laid the stick back down on the table. This time, he stood in front of me with his muscle-packed arms folded.

“I win, you lose,” he confirmed.

I lay on my stomach and bent my knees. “Lucky you. I didn't think I would win anyway, but I do hope that you'll be willing to reconsider our agreement; after all, we didn't shake on it. In addition to that, you gained a lot of information tonight. I told the truth, and you appreciate my honesty, don't you?”

“I do, and thank you for being honest during our little Q&A session. But here's the deal, baby. You can't change the rules in the middle of the game. You may not play fair, but, I do.” Jaylin laid his wife beater on the pool table, right in front of me. “I didn't see any towels, but feel free to use that to wipe the wetness between your legs. A loss is a loss and sex between us will have to take place at another time. Good night, Chase. Like always, it's been a pleasure.”

I was almost speechless when he walked away. I yelled after him. He turned at the door.

“There may never be a next time,” I said. “It doesn't make sense for you to be hard like that when I'm clearly capable of taking care of that for you.”

“A homeless woman with no teeth in her mouth is capable of taking care of my hard-on too. I'm not in the mood tonight, baby, and to be completely honest with you, my dick always gets enthusiastic at times, even when I'm not.”

Before I could respond, he walked out the door. I released a deep sigh and rolled my eyes in several directions.

“Bastard,” I said underneath my breath.

His arrogance worked the heck out of me, but it was such a turn on too. I got off the table, got dressed, and left the house before Jada or Roc saw me. I didn't want to see them. As mad as I was, saying the wrong thing to me would get them cussed out. Especially Jada.

There was no question that I loved sexy women, but the ones who liked to play seduction games with me wouldn't get too far. Then, it also depended on what kind of mood I was in. Last night, I was in no mood to deal with Chase. The goal was to get as much information that I could from her. Even though I believed she had told me the truth, I still didn't like how any of this was playing out. Then again, it was wise for me to let the chips fall where they may and step back. Sort of like chill and observe things from afar. Then make a move that would blow everyone away. Considering all that I knew about Hell House, I'd say the ball was in my court. Nonetheless, it was almost time for me to go.

Roc hadn't said one word to me. It seemed like he was trying to avoid me. Of course, I wanted to tell the brotha what was lurking in his future, but I'd thought about what Chase had said last night. If the shoe were on the other foot, would he get after me to share what was up? I doubted that he would.

Right after my shower, I put on some clothes and made my way to the kitchen, where I could smell maple syrup. I hadn't been in the kitchen for one minute before Roc picked up his plate, tossed his head back at me and walked outside. Jada, however, stood with a big smile plastered on her face. She had a plate in her hand that was piled high with two Belgian waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries. Several slices of turkey bacon were on the plate, along with scrambled eggs.

“Here you go, sweetie,” she said. “I couldn't let you leave here with an empty stomach.”

I walked up to her and looked at the food. “Thanks, but you didn't put any poison in it, did you?”

Her face fell flat. “Fuck you, Jaylin. I call myself bein' nice to you, but you always gotta go there with somethin' stupid.”

I removed the plate from her hand and thanked her again. “I really do appreciate this, but let me remind you again. I'm still not giving the money to you.”

I walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat. Jada followed me. She bent over, put her elbows on the table, and pressed her hands against her cheeks.

“Please,” she begged. “You got a heart in there somewhere, Jaylin, and you can't be mad at me for makin' you leave. You know I had to vote you out of here so I could win this challenge.”

“Yes, I can be mad at you. If I can eat this bullshit that you cooked for me this morning, then I can do anything I want to, can't I?”

She opened her mouth wide and blew her hot breath in my face. “Cool off, fool. You're too hot this mornin' and I'm tryin' to be nice. If you don't like the food, I will be happy to go to the fridge and retrieve an apple for you.”

“Retrieve? Look at you trying to use a
big
word and pronounce it correctly. I'm proud of you, baby. Real proud.”

“Great. And when I put my tidday in your mouth to shut you up, I hope you'll be proud of that too.”

Annoying me, she blew her breath on me again. I cocked my head back to give us some space.

“Seriously, you should've brushed your teeth this morning. It's apparent that you didn't. And even though the food looks good, why put all this whipped cream on top of the waffles? All you're doing is adding too much sugar, when the strawberries are enough.”

She rushed over to the fridge to get the container of whipped cream. “I knew you were goin' to complain about the whipped cream, but let me show you a little somethin' about food that you don't know. Bay-bee, there are only fifteen calories in that whipped cream and one gram of fat. The sugar content is less than one gram, so what do you have to say about that?”