Jazmine



I caught an Uber back home and I'm glad Theodore kicked me off of the trip. Of course I wanted to spend my weekend relaxing on a yacht but what I'd have to endure on that trip wouldn't be worth it, so going back home was my best option. Adonis wanted to spend the weekend with me too but I turned him down. With an empty house, I'll be able to relax and clear my mind and get the free time I deserve.

The Uber driver pulled up in front of the house Theodore and I were living in but I was surprised when I saw a car parked in our driveway. I scrunched up my face. I don't know who it could be since people knew we were going out of town, well they knew I was. Theodore doesn't even talk to anybody outside of his family, so I don't know who this could be just popping up here.

I climbed out of the car, grabbed my bags from the trunk and began walking up to the house even though I was skeptical about whoever was sitting here. I tried looking into the car but I couldn't see who was inside since the windows were tinted, so I just kept walking. Obviously they don't want anything if they're just going to sit in the car. It wasn't until I made it to the porch that they finally stepped out of the car and damn, I was shocked as hell to see them.

Lisa and David Hart, better known as my parents.

What the hell were they doing in Atlanta?

"Jazmine Hart," my mother smiled as she walked up to me with a large rabbit fur on as if it wasn't hot in Atlanta, and in California this time of the year. Before I could even make sense of them being here, she pulled me into a tight hug. Her strong perfume filled my nostrils as I stood there and just let her hug me. As much as she's put me through in my life, I couldn't hug her back. It just wouldn't feel right. "I've missed you so much darling."

My Dad, on the other hand, stayed where he was at by the car and didn't say a word to me. My Dad and I were never really close, so when he caught Aubrey and I in his car senior year, the small relationship we had was ruined. We don't talk at all since he convinced my Mom to cut me off once I graduated from high school and I resent him for that. I don't talk to either of my parents but my Dad pisses me off the most since he separated Aubrey and I. My relationship with Aubrey was something I valued and he knew that. That's why it was so easy to keep the two of us separated because he knew how I felt about Aubrey and would go to any length to make the two of us unhappy. My Dad was just cruel like that.

Mama turned to my Dad, "David, come speak to Jazmine. Don't just stand over there."

"I don't have anything to say to her. You know how I feel about this whore."

I frowned. See, the girl I was back in high school would've been too afraid to stand up to my Dad but that little girl grew up and grew a back bone. "So why'd you come here if you didn't want to say anything to me?" I asked, since he's barely uttered two words to me since high school. After the Aubrey situation and taking the bullet for Theodore, he figured I was too caught up in the street life and just stopped talking to me all together. Then, he eventually got my Mom to do the same thing after I moved to Atlanta for college. This is the first time I've seen or heard from my parents in years.

"Don't get smart with me little girl! Your stupid ass mother dragged me here to see you but I don't know why. We saw your filthy ass on stage at a club shaking your ass on the Internet. We also saw a video of you just the other day getting jumped by two ghetto bitches at a club. we also saw that you're still running with the same crowd of hoodlums you were with when you were in high school."

I rolled my eyes. I knew my parents didn't fully cut me off. They were still keeping tabs on me in order to find those videos. "What I do and who I hang out have nothing to do with you."

"They have everything to do with me little girl! Everyone knows your face and your last name and with your mother and I being some of the best attorney's in California, people will associate you with us. Who's going to want to work with you when you have the reputation for being a whore? Your mother and I already know the disgusting shit you do behind closed doors but the entire world doesn't need to know, especially if you're going to be an attorney like us."

"Well I'm not going to be an attorney so that doesn't even matter."

My Mom gasped and placed a hand over her heart. "Jazmine Hart! We're a family of attorney's! Your brothers and sisters all went to school and became the same thing and now they're working at our family law firm. We came down here to see how you're doing in school so you can come into the family business."

"I'm not joining the family business."

"You can't be the only child to stray. We raised you better than this!"

"We didn't raise this whore," My Dad spat. "The streets and that hoodlum Austin raised her. How was your friends' stay in prison? I heard he was out."

I shrugged my shoulders. I really shouldn't even be responding to him but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing his words were really hurting me, because they were. "I wouldn't know. I don't speak to him."

My Mom's eyes widened. "Why are you lying Jazmine? That video we saw of you at a club included him. He wasn't too far away from you, so there's no need to lie about who you're communicating with. We can't stop you from talking to him because you're an adult and won't listen to us anyways, but at least be honest. We deserve to know if you're talking to him or not."

"Just because he was in the same section I was in, doesn't mean we were talking. I was hanging out with Theodore, you know, we're still friends and Theodore's friends with Aubrey."

My Mom's frown turned into a small smile. "Theodore Reed? I didn't know you still hung out with him. You all have been friends for awhile, unless friends is another word for boyfriend."

"No," My Dad responded before I could. "Darling, you know Theodore is just as bad as Austin. The Reeds and McDonalds are just ghetto people who got a hold of some money. They don't know what it's like to earn your money the legal way. They're all loud and ghetto and cause drama where ever they go, so Theodore is off the market for the whore as well. But actually, she likes to live that ghetto, hood rat lifestyle so she might fit in perfectly."

I frowned. "Look, why are you here? Because I know you didn't just come here to insult me or the people I associate with. Just a few years ago you both were all up Theodore's ass since you knew he came from money."

"But it's the kind of money they have. No boy his age should have the luxuries he has. What they're doing isn't right."

"Why are you all up in his business and keeping tabs on him? Theodore and his family haven't done anything but treat all of us with respect and they all deserve the same thing from our family. How they earn their money is on them, but don't call them out because they're making more money than you and Mama combined and you guys went to college. It's not their fault they have money and they didn't just come into it. They worked hard for it," I explained.

Theodore and his family might treat me like shit but I'll forever have their backs because they're more of a family than I've ever had. My parents are always so quick to judge and full of fake, drama. I know Theodore's family can be loud and ghetto, but whose isn't? At least they're all real with the shit that goes done between them all. My family just withholds information and gossips about each other behind their backs.

"I completely agree with you Jazmine," Mama smiled. "David, you need to lighten up some. However they make their money is up to them. And if they could afford to stay in the same neighborhood as us then they're doing pretty good. If you ask me, I think Jazmine is doing good by keeping in contact with Theodore. Do I hear wedding bells in the future Jazzy?"

I slightly frowned when I heard her call me that. Aubrey used to call me that all the time. "No, Theodore and I are just friends Mama," I told her, for what felt like the thousandth time. I want something to happen with Theodore and I's relationship, aside from us just remaining friends, but he isn't willing to move forward. He wants to continue being friends and I need to respect that, despite how I might feel about him. "I told you before I don't even look at him that way. We're just friends."

My Mom shook her head. "I don't believe it. Theodore's a very handsome young man."

"I know he is but he's just my friend."

"Did he turn you down Jazmine?"

"No," I quickly shook my head. "We've always been friends and we're going to remain friends. It's nothing complicated about our relationship Mama."

"Yeah, it better not be. Remain friends with that hoodlum because he doesn't have anything going for him. He doesn't have a job, he barely finished high school and I'm more than sure he didn't go to college, he has a daughter that he barely raises and he claims to own clubs down here. That's bullshit," My Dad spat. "He knows he's selling drugs."

"He's not," I responded with all honesty. Theodore tells me about what he's doing. I know he doesn't tell me everything but I know for a fact he's not selling drugs. He distributes them to other people who sell them but he doesn't sell drugs and the drugs he distributes aren't the only things he's doing to make money. "Don't speak about something you know nothing about."

"Who the hell are you talking to slut?"

"David!" My Mom shrieked. "Please, don't start the name calling. I know you all don't really get along but hopefully that'll change soon. You know we didn't come down here to fight with Jazmine."

"So why'd you guys come down here because that seems like that's all y'all wanna do?"

"We came down here to visit you and see how you're doing."

I relaxed a little, even though I knew that wasn't the real reason why they were here. "That's all?"

"Yes," Mama smiled as she wrapped her arm around me. "Now, can we please go into your home and sit down? My feet are killing me in these shoes."

I looked down at Mama's 5-inch Jimmy Choo's and shook my head. Who told her to come here rocking 5-inch pumps in the first place?

"Actually, I don't think I can't do that," I responded.

My Dad folded his arms. "And why the hell can't you?"

"Because I'm not living in this house alone. I share it with other people."

"Are you getting pimped out?!" Mama yelled but I just rolled my eyes.

"No. Why would I be getting pi--"

"Watch how you're talking to your Mother. Lose the attitude."

I shook my head. "I'm not getting pimped. I actually share the house with one of my friends and it wouldn't be right for me to let people into his home without him knowing," I replied. Theodore was a stickler about letting people he didn't know or didn't like into his house, plus I didn't want them here anyways.

"I see," My Dad nodded his head. "You must be sharing the house with that Austin. That's fine, don't let us in but you're gonna have to let the police in here. With our name, it's nothing to get a warrant to get inside of that house."

I scrunched up my face. "A warrant? For what? There's nothing suspicious inside of the house and there's nothing inside that pertains to you either! What the hell is your problem? You took a plane all the way over to Atlanta just to fuck with me, even though you've been keeping your nose stuck into my business for years. You know how I'm doing because you've been watching me so you wasted your damn time coming down here. And you're making yourself look like an even bigger fool for tryi--"

My Dad didn't even let me finish before he smacked me across my face, making me fall down on the ground.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that again whore! Keeping hanging out with hoodlums and ghetto trash and you're going to get treated like one," he spat on me but I made sure to move before the spit actually hit me.

I didn't say anything to him or my Mama. I watched him snatch her up before they backed out of the driveway and took off down the street. I was heated as I stood up from off of the ground. I hate my parents. It seems like all my Mom wants is for me to be swooped up by some rich nigga so they can write me off but my Dad is different. After he caught me and Aubrey in his car senior year, it's like he's been looking at me differently ever since. He looks at me as if I'm some ghetto whore because of one incident that he should've moved past years ago but he can't let anything go. And I'm not going to deal with either of them.

I stood up and grabbed my suitcases from off of the ground before I walked into the house. I already distanced myself from my parents but maybe it's time to go incognito so they really can't find me, Theodore too. If my parents somehow got a warrant to come into this house, Theodore would kill me and my parents.

Aubrey



I walked around the yacht in my swim trunks and Gucci flip flops as I looked at the amazing sights in front of me. I was a little skeptical when Theodore invited me on this yacht trip but I'm glad I came. His step Mom, Milan, has some nice titties on her and she has a cute face. I know Theodore's dealing with Goldie, but she was fine too. I smiled as I saw Mrs. McDonald off of a distance. Damn. She's gotten older but she could still get it, Lindsey's fine ass too. I pulled my shades off of my face and watched Lindsey as she walked past me, sporting a bruised neck but she was still sexy as hell to me.

"You gotta problem with your eyes?" she asked, never looking back at me.

I smiled and turned around so I could catch up with her. Lindsey knows she's so damn fine, especially in this Louis Vuitton bikini. once I caught up to her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. "The only problem with my eyes is that they keep looking at beautiful women, and Lindsey, you are so beautiful."

"Aubrey, don't start," she laughed, pushing me away from her.

"Don't start what?" I smiled.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"You know I can't help myself when it comes to you Lindsey. I think you do this on purpose. Who told you to wear this bikini? And with me being on the trip, I just can't control myself when I'm around you. You know always been fine to me and that nigga you dealing with is a fool to let you go."

Her smile immediately faded when I mentioned that nigga Cashmere. "Our relationship is complicated."

"Well, he's dead so there really ain't a relationship."

She scrunched up her face. "Dead? Cashmere's not dead. Where'd you hear that from?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just heard it around the way. You know, just word of mouth."

"Well the mouth you heard it from is lying. He's not dead. He was shot but he isn't dead or anywhere close to being dead so stop making up rumors about something you know nothing about. Better yet, don't even talk about him."

Damn. So what happened in Theodore's office the other day? I could've sworn he killed Cashmere but I guess not.

"A'ight, I won't talk about him. How about if I talked about me and you instead?"

"For what?"

"'Cause I want to. You never called me when I was locked up."

"I didn't know I was supposed to," she replied. "And you could've called me."

"I tried and you changed your number," I told her. I tried calling her on multiple occasions but her number had changed so I didn't have a way to communicate with her while I was locked up and I wanted to. I've liked Lindsey for years and she knows that. And if I could've talked to her while I was locked up, she probably wouldn't even be caught up with a nigga like Cashmere. I know she's a little crazy but I like crazy. It makes the relationship more interesting. "You said when I was in the hospital that I could always call you."

"You remembered what I said? I thought you were in a coma, or were you faking?"

"I was in a coma but I wasn't dead. I could hear you. I can't remember much but I remembered you coming there talking to me and I can remember telling me to call you because you knew I remembered your number. So how come you ain't call me?"

"I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"Myself."

"That's what's up. You're what I'm tryna do too," I smirked.

Lindsey pushed me away from her. "Stop it Aubrey. I'm dealing with somebody."

"So that means I have potential since you never said it was anything wrong with me. And from what I've heard, y'all ain't even dealing with each other no more. I heard y'all been broke up so it's nothing stopping you from exploring your other options since he is too and has been throughout your relationship. Why be loyal to a nigga and hold him down if he can't do the same for you? You know I'm loyal."

"Yeah, and you're all up in my relationship for what? Aubrey, you know too much for you to have just gotten out of prison. Tell Theodore to stop talking to you so much."

"Theodore hasn't told me a thing about you. Our relationship is strictly business but I've just heard some shit about that Cashmere nigga and you know I had to catch back up on what'chu been doing these past five years. It's known facts around the city that he's been cheating on you. Why be with somebody like that?"

"The same reason why Jazmine remained with you even though you constantly cheated on her. Don't talk about Cashmere like you haven't been in his shoes."

Lindsey pushed me away and walked away from me but I just let her walk off. Who was I to argue with her about some shit that was true? Yeah, I cheated on Jaz in high school but that was puppy love and I've matured since high school. Cashmere, on the other hand, hasn't and he's over 30 years old still playing with girls' hearts.

I laughed. "You still my baby though Lindsey, and you so damn fine!" I yelled after her but she just shook her head and kept her back to me before yelling,

"Leave me alone Aubrey!"

Theodore III



I walked downstairs with Goldie and Princess to the second floor of the yacht so I could get something to eat but I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen when I saw my Dad and Milan kissing right up against the macaroni and cheese. Damn. What a way to ruin my appetite. I quickly covered Princess' eyes before she could see them.

"Wait," Princess laughed. "Are they kissing? I wanna see!"

Goldie laughed as I sucked my teeth. "What'chu know about kissing?" I whispered so my Dad and Milan couldn't hear us.

"It's how you make babies," Princess explained.

I laughed as I picked her up. "A'ight baby girl. So that means you can't kiss, right?"

"Yeah, only on the cheek like how I kiss you Daddy."

"Right and you can't kiss no boys either."

"Right, only you Daddy."

"Exactly, so where's my kiss at?"

Princess smiled as she kissed my cheek and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too baby girl."

Princess turned around and pulled Goldie into our hug. "And I love Mya too."

Goldie smiled. "I love you too Princess but how about we let your Dad get the food? We can't be watching adults make babies, right?"

Princess nodded her head. "Yeah, you're right."

I put Princess down on the ground so that she and Goldie could walk off and as soon as they did, I turned my attention back to my Dad and Milan. I'm not even gon' lie, it got me tight seeing him kiss and touch all over my girl. Milan and I may not be on the best of terms right now but I can't hide the feelings I have for her. I love Milan and I don't like the way my Dad treats her. He treats her like she's a piece of meat, and for some reason, women love that type of affection from niggas. I appreciated her for more than her body.

I cleared my throat as I walked into the kitchen, making them stop kissing. Pops backed away from Milan with a smile and lipstick on his face.

"You got lipstick on your face Pops," I informed him as I pulled back the foil on the bowl with the chicken wings. "And you got a hickey on your neck like a teenager."

Sure, I've seen him and Milan affectionate before but never to that extent and I didn't like the shit. I wanted to put my hands on him for kissing all over my girl but I knew I couldn't unless I wanted our relationship to come out and I don't think I'm ready for that just yet.

Pops laughed. "Damn. I can't kiss my wife now?"

"Nah, not in front of me."

"You sound jealous."

"Never," I replied as I slammed a chicken wing down on my plate.

"You got your fist balled up pretty hard over there big fella," Pops laughed as he walked up behind me. "You sure you not mad about something?"

"I'm cool, my nigga."

Pops shoved me. "Then stay cool and stop watching me kiss my woman, my nigga," he told me. "I don't know what weird shit you on but stop checking for my girl."

"I'm not," I mumbled.

Pops shoved me again. "Say it with your chest boy!"

"I said I'm not checking for your girl," I said louder. I knew he was only picking a fight with me because of what went down with Lindsey and I earlier.

"Yeah, you better not be," Pops shook his head.

I smacked my lips. "Mama always said you were a punk and I see what she means now since you stay tryna bully me."

"Bully you? I'm not bullying you. I'm treating you how you should be treated since you decided to be a little bitch and put your hands on your sister. You're a bitch."

"Man, fuck you!" I yelled, pushing him away from me. Anybody could catch this fade today since they all wanted to test me, including my old man. My Dad tried to rush me but Milan jumped in between us.

"Hey, stop guys!"

She pushed my Dad away from me. Milan can play about not wanting to start a relationship with me but it's funny how she always comes to my rescue when ever I need her to. I put my hands on her husband and she didn't move an inch. She only jumped in when he was about to put his hands on me.

"I'mma fuck you up little boy," Pops warned me as he pushed Milan away from him and walked out of the kitchen.

"What the hell are you doing?" Milan whispered.

I shook my head. "Man, don't start that shit with me Milan. Why you kissing all over that old nigga?"

"He's my husband. I can't just push him away from me whenever he wants to be affectionate with me Theodore and you know that. What's been up with you lately? I heard you fought Adonis and Lindsey, and now you're trying to fight your Dad. What's going on?"

"Nothing," I mumbled, turning away from her but she grabbed my face and turned me back so I was facing her.

"No, tell me what's wrong with you."

I sighed. "You got me trippin' Milan."

She sighed. "Theodore, I love you and you know that but you know my relationship with your Dad is complicated. I just can't drop him and then try to get with his son. Things can't work that easily and your Mom would kill me if I broke up with your Dad and then tried to get with her son."

"This shit is so frustrating baby girl. I just wanna be with you."

Milan looked around the empty kitchen before stepping closer to me. "You can be with me right now Theodore."

My eyes widened a little. I was all for having sex in crazy, risky places but the kitchen was a little bit too crazy for me. Anybody could walk in here and see us making love. "You sure?" I asked as she dropped down on her knees but I was too late. Milan was gonna fuck me right here in the kitchen.

"I want you right here, right now, Daddy."

After hearing her call me Daddy, how could I turn her down? I wanted to make love to her right on the counter where she had my Dad feeling up on her, so I pulled her up and took her over to the counter. I could care less about getting my dick sucked right now, I wanted to be inside of her. I pushed Milan up against the counter so her stomach was on the counter and her ass was up against my fully erect dick. As I pulled down my shorts, Milan lifted her dress up, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties and that made me even more mad.

I grabbed her hips and slammed right into her moist cave, not caring about how rough I was being. Just the thought of my Dad fucking my girl had me heated as fuck! "Who told you not to wear no fuckin' panties?" I asked as I pumped inside of her.

"D-Daddy I..."

Milan's voice trailed off as I fucked her long dick style. I wasn't playing any games with her. I hate the shit she does with me. I hate the way she blows me off around my Pops. I hate how she acts like the love we got for each other isn't real when it's realer than the fake relationship she's in with my Dad. I get that's her husband but damn. How come I ain't snatch her up before he did?

I continued thrusting into Milan, beating her walls up and listening to her suppress her moans but I just kept going because I was pissed off. I grabbed a hold of Milan's hands that were holding on to the counter and held her arms behind her back as I thrust harder and harder, making our bodies slap together even more.

"Oh my God!" Milan yelled.

I could feel her coming all over me but I never stopped. I was balls deep in Milan at this point and I didn't plan on stopping any time soon. I wanted her to know just how mad at her I was. I haven't talked to Milan in over a month because she pissed me off about not leaving my Dad. I was hurt. I've been smashing her for five years while she was with my Dad. I treat her so much better than he does and she knows that. I treat Milan like a queen.

Milan's hands soon slipped out of my grasp and she started shaking. Her whole body was shaking from her coming again and she lost her balance but I didn't let her go too far without me. Milan and I were laying on the floor asshole naked while I hit it from the back. I wrapped my arms around Milan's waist and held her up as I fucked her.

"The-Theodore," she moaned. "Slow down, please."

I did what she told me. I slowed down but I pulled out of her instead. "That's what you want?"

"N-no, put it back in. Daddy, please."

I slid right back into Milan with ease and continued fucking her. I knew she was telling me to slow down because her mind was telling her to make me stop. But her body was telling me something completely different. Milan was beautiful as fuck and once I was inside of her, I wasn't pulling out until I was ready to.

I grabbed a hold of Milan's hair and pulled her back so she was looking at me. "You love me?" I asked. All she did was nod her head, so I sped up my thrusts. "Tell me you love me."

"Oh, I love you Theodore!" she yelled as she collapsed beneath me and that's when I knew she couldn't take anymore.

I laughed as I pulled out of her and flipped out of her so she could give me some head. Milan's body was still shaking and trembling as she took me into her mouth. Milan grabbed on to my legs and eased my dick down her throat, never gagging.

"Damn," I groaned as I watched Milan take all of me.

"Theodore! What the hell are you doing!?"

I quickly pushed Milan away from me and looked over at Mama, who was standing in the kitchen door.

Damn. I think I might've fucked up.

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