CHAPTER 11

JEROME

“Yo! What's up, guys?” I fist-bumped Ernie Hart and Flynn Richardson, my old friends.

“Doesn't it feel good to meet up like this?” Flynn asked. “I mean, just us, with no nosy girlfriends but just random ladies to pass the night.” He added.

“Whoah! I guess someone is having problems with his girlfriend already.” Ernie teased. Ernie and I have always been the no-relationship ones, whereas Flynn was the lover boy.

“Where are the rest of the guys?” I asked.

The night was cool and was music booming loud from the speakers. After a while of waiting, three of our friends came to join us. This was a thing we did once or twice every three months to catch up. Our jobs are always taking much time, and we had promised not to let that separate us.

“Y'all looking good,” Fred said, and then he looked in my direction. “I think Morgan's been taking good care of our man here. See how good you're looking.” He teased and the rest of us laughed. I knew Fred had a thing for Morgan, but there was no way I would let him get close to her. After all, he was just like me, and I didn't want him to play with her heart, even though she was emotionally strong.

The thought got me laughing out loud.

“Are you still head-bent on not letting me get close to Morgan?” Fred asked. “Or, you want her for yourself?”

“Morgan and Jerry? Nope. I possibly can’t ship ‘em together.” Ernie replied.

“You never know,” Fred replied.

“After all these years, you still want Morgan, what kind of perv are you? Don’t you move on, dude?” I asked, bursting out in laughter.

“She’s a hot cake,” said Flynn.

“I'll be back, guys. Gotta get one shot of this booze down my system.” I excused myself and went to the counter, taking a seat in front of the bartender.

“One glass of Rock, please.” A lady spoke.

My goodness. I turned around to where the voice came from and saw Alexa. She wore a short, tight, all-black dress that hugged her body so well and showed her curves. The V-cut of the dress shows a pleasant cleavage. I was star-struck. I never really paid attention to her anytime she came around.

“Staring too much, don't you think?”

“Oh! I’m sorry. I can't seem to take my eyes off you.” I giggled.

“Cheesy you. Out here with a.. girl?” She asked, turning around like she could see a girl in the distance waiting for me.

“Nope. I came here with my boys,” I pointed in their direction, waving, and they waved back at me.

“Okay.” She stared at me.

“Here you go.” The bartender passed our glasses to us.

“Thank you,” we spoke in unison.

After our first glasses, we asked for another, and another, and another.

“I think it's okay now. We're good.” I said to her and led her back to where my friends were.

“Y'all meet Alexa... Alexa, my friends.” I introduced her to my friends.

“Do y'all remember that one time Jerome hid Mr. Sparkles' teacher's note for a whole week?” Fred asked with his heavy English accent, making us all laugh, including Alexa. Damn, she was a cutie.

“But why did he do that?” She asked, still laughing hard.

“Well, Mr. Sparkles was our History teacher, he was always on my neck, one very strict and annoying teacher. I won't lie to you, to teach him a lesson, I hid his note that was to be inspected by the Head of Academics.” I explained to her.

“Oh! Rebel much.” She couldn't stop laughing and I couldn't stop admiring her.

Alexa wasn't all that boring as I had thought. She was quite an interesting person. After some time of sitting with my friends, Alexa and I decided to leave.

20 MINUTES LATER

We were all over each other. She fumbled for her keys in her purse whilst we kept making out in front of her door.

“Found it.” She giggled and opened the door.

We kissed, for a long time, and it seemed like we didn't want it to end. After what looked like forever, our clothes were finally off our bodies. She stood in front of me, in all her glory. She was even more beautiful without too many clothes on her.

Her skin was so smooth and soft. Her breasts were round and full, her nipples pointed at me immediately my fingers came into contact with them. She smiled innocently, and I smirked because I was about to devour a sacred body.

“What are you waiting for?” She asked hoarsely.

“I wanna admire you first,” I said, moving closer to her. I pulled her to me by her waist and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. We began to kiss again, gentle this time around. I took my time and let my hand roam her delicate body, loving how my name came out of her mouth.

“I need you.” She spoke softly, driving me crazy with her words and her hand working down on me. Without wasting any time, I hoisted her up against the wall. My hands held firmly under her thighs whilst her hands held my neck gently. I plunged into her with no mercy and neither did I break eye contact with her. She groaned loudly, screaming my name.

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The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. One reason why I disliked drinking too much alcohol.

“Ugh! God,” I murmured.

“You're awake. I thought I'd make tea for you, I'm sure your head's pounding now.”

I tried and opened my eyes to see Alexa holding two cups, extending one to me, which I took.

“Mm.. thank you.” It was impossible to forget what happened between us last night. She came to sit beside me, her hand rubbing my back.

“Did you sleep well?”She asked, and I nodded, taking a sip of my tea which somehow, managed to make me feel better. I knew she wanted more, more than a one-night stand, but I wasn't ready to give that. Come to think of it, maybe, this shouldn't have happened in the first place. I was beginning to feel weird.

“Hey, last night was great.” I started to talk and I realized a smile creeping at the corner of her lips. “But, you know, maybe if we weren't at the mercy of the alcohol, this, I mean, we wouldn't have been here.” I hated the way I couldn't speak clearly. She lowered her head and set her cup on the bedside table.

“Yeah, you're right.”

“Alexa, I’m sorry that I can't give you—“

“It's okay. It’s my fault anyway. Stupid me.”

“No, don’t say that.” I tried to calm her but she wasn’t even looking at me.

“What are you even afraid of? Why do you just want to be a fuck-boy?” She asked.

“You won’t understand,” I said.

Her back was facing me, she said her last words. “Of course, I won't. I should have listened to Morgan anyway. The bathroom is on your right, and your clothes are folded on the hanger in my closet. You can leave when you're ready.”