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Jason's Story Ch. 01

By: EroticLitKitty



Chapter 1: New Job

Jason was so excited to get the job. Since his graduation two years ago, he'd been pretty much just enjoying life, holding down odd jobs just to support travel and clubbin'. He'd finally tired of both enough to put his MBA to good use (and to hopefully get his dad off his back). It was the first time he'd sat through a "serious" interview, hoping to be chosen. They did, but just for a second interview. This dance continued for two more months, and two more interviews. When he finally got the call it felt like he'd just won "American Idol" or something. He had two weeks to get it together.

The first 6 weeks in the new Financial Advisor position would be spent in training. Like an excited new employee, he showed up 30 minutes early. He'd always liked being the first one in because he could check out who showed up after him. There was a wide spectrum of new employees, anywhere from the guy in his late fifties, to the bubbly blonde in her early twenties. There were some really cute girls in the room, but nothing that really did it for him, and then she walked in. All he could think was DAMN! 

She had this air about her that you'd have to be dead to miss, even the gay guy next to him picked up on it. Jason could tell by the way he'd said "Mmmph, work it girl" under his breath when she came in. 

She looked about 6 feet tall, mostly due to the almost stiletto 4 inch heels she wore. Never before did a woman look so hot in a business skirt suit to Jason. It wasn't that it was skin tight, or super short, but the way the material hugged her thighs and that ass, it didn't need to be. Her jacket hit just past her waist (he assumed so her ass wouldn't be covered by it) and it was fitted to accent her teeny waist. She wasn't stick thin, she was probably a healthy size 8, and her body was bangin'...and she knew it, she had to! She was a real woman who was proud of being a woman, and Jason was glad she was one because as excited as he was about the new job, he was way more excited about her.

She'd come in with about 5 minutes to spare, but she knew the instructor and other established employees, so she probably didn't have to worry. He had to meet her, talk to her, know her. He'd never felt this kind of obsession about any woman within seconds of seeing her, but this one was different. Her skin was the most beautiful shade of brown, it should've had its own name. It was a honey brown with a red tone, kind of like Halle Berry, only richer, redder, hotter. She looked like those brown-skinned Brazilian hotties he'd seen on DVD once or twice. Her hair was so beautiful that at first he thought it couldn't possibly be real. It was extremely thick; almost black, glossy, it fell past her shoulders, and was cut into a lot of layers that were flipped in all different directions. She wore her long, layered bangs in her face swept over one eye. Jason didn't know why she'd want to cover those eyes; bright, round, dark, and seductive, all at the same time. She had the best pair of lips he'd ever seen. They weren't so big that the bottom one split in the middle, but they weren't small either. They were for lack of a better word, perfect; the shape, the volume, the outline, the shade, perfectly kissable. He could picture them on his own, on his neck, his cock, damn he wanted her and it was starting to show. He thought to himself 'Think man; dead puppies, old saggy boobs, fat nuns. Whew! the last thing I needed was my stiff 10 incher trying to flee its woolen prison.'

It was time to get started and she made her way to the one empty spot left, thankfully it was about two seats in front of him just to the left. When she walked all the right things bounced and jiggled. She took her seat and then he saw her legs. He was surprised to see that someone who was dressed so professionally, had neglected to wear hose, although legs like that should always be naked. They were long and shapely, like a Barbie doll's, and that same special shade of brown that was uniquely hers. Not that he had a fetish or anything, but even her feet looked great. Damn, he wanted to know her. 

The first training exercise was to state his or her name, tell a funny little story, and to walk up to one of the other new hires and introduce themselves. He really had little interest in anyone else, so the five people before her remained "old guy", "bubbly blonde", "Boobs McGee", "wannabe stud muffin", and "soccer mom", but when she spoke, "Nigha" was all he heard. The most beautiful name he'd ever heard for the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her voice was deep, raspy, sexy like a 900 number chick, but she sounded so educated, which made it that much sexier. Nigha's funny story was about her falling flat on that voluptuous ass of hers in the gym, and when it came time for her to pick someone to introduce herself to; she walked to the front of the room and then started to walk in his direction. She got right in front of him and extended her hand and said "Hi, I'm Nigha Stevens, and you are....." with a smile that lit up the room.

He stood up and noticed her eyes widen at his stature, "I'm Jason Branson, and it's my pleasure to meet you." 

She smiled slyly and said "My goodness you're a big one!" commenting on his stature. 

She was right; he was about 6'5" and 250lbs. of solid muscle. He played football in high school and college, but never wanted to go pro. He'd kept his physique in shape after he'd stopped playing due to vanity; he loved the ladies feasting on him with their eyes and didn't want to lose the attention. He was naturally olive toned, only a few shades lighter than she because of his Italian heritage, which also attributed to his almost jet black hair, but had the good fortune of inheriting crystal blue eyes from his father. Eyes that could look straight into your soul, and would always let you know that you were wanted. He'd been told that he was a "hottie" on more than one occasion, and loved to hear it. 

After she laughed at her double entendre, he leaned over and whispered in her ear "You have no idea" as he took his seat. 

With that she felt a chill go down her spine and when she went to speak, her voice changed it's pitch a little and she said with a smile "Well Jason, the pleasure was all mine", and sauntered back to her seat.

It came time for lunch and the gay guy, who's name Jason actually remembered was "Clyde" asked if he knew of anywhere good and they decided on this little barbecue place. Clyde was a damn trip and on the way to the restaurant, he mentioned Nigha. "Damn Jason, that woman is fierce! I saw you checking out her legs and ass, hell, I was checking them out too and I'm strictly dickly!" Jason laughed out loud at that one, and then they walked in. There she was, sitting at a big table with about 3 other girls and there were 2 empty seats. 

"Hey Clyde, (long pause) Jason! Why don't you guys join us." She remembered his name, and he loved hearing her say it. 

Jason lurched for the empty seat next to Nigha and heard Clyde mumble "Down boy" as if he were a misbehaving dog. 

"Guys, this is Kim, Sam, and Janie; Kim, Sam, and Janie, this is Clyde and (another pause) Jason. They're new hires like me" she said with a chuckle. 

"Oh girl, you know you're an old pro around here" Kim said. 

They all exchanged hellos and handshakes and Clyde and Jason sat down. Sam kicked things off "So Clyde, where are you from?" 

"Well honey, I'm from Hotlanta where all the rumors are true, and I got my Bachelor's at Georgia Tech in Finance". 

Janie then turned to Jason " How 'bout you Jason? Judging by your (clearing her throat) size, I imagine you played football at some point." 

"Very astute Janie, yes I did play in high school and in college, and I finished up my MBA at Duke two years ago and ..." 

Nigha interjected "Damn, all that and brains too, your girlfriend is one lucky lady". 

"She didn't seem to think so, she cheated with my short, fat roommate".

"Then sweetie, she did you and single women everywhere a HUGE favor!" and she winked at Jason.

He looked at her and smiled "So what about you Nigha? What kind of hand has life dealt you?"

Kim gave him a knowing look and said "Yeah lady, how are Brett, Sean, and Stephen?"

"Well Brett is wonderful as always, and I can't believe that Sean and Stephen will be 11 and 12 in a few months."

'FUCK', he thought, afraid of the answers that were sure to come "Wait a minute, who are these people because I really can't picture you being somebody's mom."

She laughed and said "Well Duke Smarty Pants (as if it were his royal title), I have three men in my life, my sons and their father. So why can't you picture me being somebody's mom?"

"The fact that you have to ask is really cute. Well let's just say, I'm glad my mom didn't look like you when I was growing up. At least I knew that when my friends came over, it wasn't to check out my mom! That would've sucked. I'm sure your sons will be telling you just how much soon enough."

Though he was laughing, inside a little piece of him was dying. Someone else had gotten to her first, and he was the smart one for making sure she wouldn't get away. Nigha's eyes lit up when she spoke of him and Jason was surprised at the twinge of jealousy he felt. He'd just met her and in his mind he would've been fucking her brains out shortly. Damn it, he still wanted to and every time he looked at her, heard her voice and laugh, he was convinced that he would make it happen. Fuck Brett and the kids, Jason was about 95% sure that her husband couldn't give her what he could in the sack. He could make her forget, if only for a few hours.

With each passing day, he'd try to be where she was. He was completely infatuated with her, and she made it worse. He could tell that she liked him too. She started to sit next to him and Clyde in training, and when they would talk, she always looked Jason in the eyes intent on every word he said. When he made her laugh, which she loved to do, sometimes she'd put her hand on his thigh. Once she even commented on how tight they were, and he was flattered that she noticed. 

He often wondered how old she was. He was baffled by the fact that she had two children that age and she didn't look a day over 26. The more he thought about it, the hotter it made him that she was two of his fantasies in one; a beautiful brown goddess and an older woman wrapped up in a package hotter than he could've ever imagined. Then he would think of what her husband must've thought when he first met her. He had to have felt the same way: wanting to touch her, to taste her, to have her honey brown legs wrapped around him as he made her his. Jason hated him and wanted to be him at the same time. Her husband got to see those perfect curves in all their glory, he got to fuck the hell out of her daily, he got to see that plump ass free from the pants and skirts that hugged it so closely. Did he get to fuck that ass? Jason sure as hell would, and was determined to wear her down until he got the chance. She'd be his in a way she could never be Brett's. The constant thought of her was driving him insane.

After the completion of their lengthy training, he was pleased to find that his office was right next to hers, separated only by panes of glass. He could check her out daily and they'd gotten quite friendly, so it would be easy to stay that way. He'd find excuses to get her to help him out with something. She was brilliant, always willing to help anyone, and when she'd lean over him to point something out, he could "accidentally" brush across her breast, or just enjoy the scent of her. Once, he couldn't help but to reach out and touch her hair. It was so beautiful and shiny, and it felt like the most luxurious thing he'd ever touched. Mink and chinchilla had nothing on Nigha's mane, he imagined people lining up to buy coats and stoles made of it, it was that fabulous. It smelled just as awesome, like peaches and fine ass woman. He wanted her to like him, more than she obviously did already. He would hit on her at times, playfully of course, so she couldn't help but think of him. Jason decided to put a plan into action; he couldn't let her go, he didn't even want to. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her.

They went to lunch one day, just the two of them. He decided to find out just what she really thought of him.

"Nigha, I lost another one. What is wrong with me?"

He read the shock in her face "Sweetie, I don't know where you find these losers. They've got to be insane to let you get away!"

"I love spending time with you Nigha; you always make me feel better. Does your husband know how lucky he is? You know, I really wish he didn't" he said with a wink.

She smiled and winked back at him "Jason, he tells me he loves me and that I'm beautiful every day. He's a great father and my best friend. We've had our ups and downs, but we were made for each other. If you stop wasting your time with these idiotic girls you seem to keep hooking up with, you could find that too. You don't call on a girl to do a woman's work! You're a great guy and you deserve it."

"It's easy to tell you you're beautiful, but does he tell you that you're the hottest thing walking around on those legs that go on for days? When I find that girl, I hope I feel that way about her."

"Jason, you're smart, funny, not to mention fucking gorgeous. You're like the epitome of that whole Tall, Dark, and Handsome thing. You could have anyone you want. Hell, if I'd met you before Brett...who knows" she said with that super sexy grin.

That's another thing he loved about her. She was not shy about saying what was on her mind. It was like being with one of the guys, only way more fun to look at. Now he knew that she thought he was good looking, no; make that "fucking gorgeous." 

"Nigha, does your husband know that you talk to me that way? Married women shouldn't talk to young single guys like that" he teased.

"I talk to people the way that I think they can handle. With my friends I just let it all out, and I'm usually more comfortable with guys because we speak the same language. I'm really a super macho gay guy trapped in a woman's curvy body, which works well for me!" she said with a laugh. "He loves that about me and he knows that I'm going to be me. We both look at other people, we're married not dead. But as long as that looking doesn't lead to touching, we're fine. I know what he likes, and he knows what I like, but we love each other and that's the important thing."

"So, say you were friends with someone and you became attracted to them. Would that change the way you were around them?" he asked knowing that she'd be brutally honest in her answer.

"Well, Jason I'm very attracted to you, I have been since the first day I met you. I'm attracted to most of my guy friends. If you look at them, they're all just different variations of the same guy. Tall, dark hair, built, that's how I like them, no matter the color of the skin. Strong sexual chemistry is a part of most of my male friendships, but I love my husband, so all I'll ever be with any of them is a really good friend that cares and they're cool with that. I'm that friend that will give it to them straight, but with a female perspective. I've been told that it's a cool thing to have insider's tips when they're trolling for booty. Just like you and me" she laughed and touched his hand.

It was that little exchange that put the final nail in the coffin. He always felt that if she weren't a married woman, then she would've been all over him. He thought he saw her shudder at his 'size' comment and now he knew it wasn't all in his mind. If only she knew what he wanted to do to her. He thought that all her guy friends probably felt the same way, but he just couldn't let it be that way forever.

Jason's Story Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Obsession

The group from training decided to get together and celebrate making it through to the end. They would go out on the town to the different clubs for some drinking and dancing. Jason had pretty much made up his mind that he wouldn't go until he heard Clyde and Nigha talking about it.

"Girl, I know that husband of yours isn't going to let you go out alone!"

"Girlfriend, he doesn't let me do anything. We came to that understanding a long time ago. He trusts me and I trust him, he goes out without me on occasion too! He's my husband, not my daddy!" she laughed.

"Damn girl you got a good one, does he have any brothers?"

"Four, but unfortunately they all play for my team...not even any switch hitters!"

"Shut Up! You are so crazy!" Clyde said laughing out loud. 

Jason decided that he would join the group on the night out; he'd do anything to be where she was. They all met up at a local hangout and Jason was surprised to see that Clyde had brought some girl with him. She looked pretty hot from a distance and had on an off-the-shoulder black top, that contrasted her gorgeous brown skin beautifully, some skinny jeans that hugged every inch of her, and some knee-high leather boots. Jason's mouth almost flew open when he realized that it was Nigha. When they made their first stop at a club, she had found some friends out on the dance floor. Jason used the opportunity to ask Clyde what was going on.

"Hold on there big boy, she asked me to be her designated driver" Clyde said.

"Did you meet her husband?"

"Yeah, he seems like a sweetheart. Her little boys are the cutest little mixed babies I've ever seen. Her husband looks at her the same way you do".

"Damn man, is it that obvious? What do you mean mixed babies?"

"Yes, its crazy obvious to everyone except her, and didn't you know her husband was a white boy?"

"Really? I just figured some lucky brother scooped her up early. I could never bring myself to look at the pictures of her family. How does he look?"

"He's a nice looking guy; he's got nothing on you though, you sexy beast. He's about 6 foot tall, blonde, and kinda skinny. Why Jason, you sizing him up to see if you can take his woman?" Clyde said with a laugh.

"Naw man, just curious I guess." He was impressed that she wasn't just a shit talker about the whole skin color thing, but wishing he could've gotten to her first.

Then Jason turned his attention to Nigha on the dance floor. He was mesmerized by her movements. "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado started playing and she started to snake her body with the beat of the music, oblivious to his stares. It couldn't have suited the situation any better because she had made him "want all of her love...he wished he never ever met her at all", well not really. He stood for a moment, watching her move, and realized why they always shot scenes like this in slow-mo in the movies. She caught him watching her and smiled, doing that little "come here" move with her finger. Finally, he started to move his way over to her, and she was so into her dancing, she turned and bumped into him.

"Oops, sorry sweetie! I didn't see you."

"That's okay, no harm done! Mind if I dance with you?"

"Not at all, if you think you can handle it!" she said with a wink and a laugh.

They started to dance and she looked him over, impressed with his rhythm and moves. They got closer and he grabbed her to pull her even closer. Not thinking anything of it, she kept dancing and having a good time. He was enjoying having his hands on her, the dancing gave him the perfect opportunity to enjoy being close to her without it being awkward. Then the music stopped for a minute, and "Be Without You" came on. Nigha started to walk off the floor when Jason grabbed her hand. 

"Dance with me." He pulled her close to him again, this time their bodies pressed together. He pushed his cheek against the side of her forehead and they danced. He had wanted to hold her like this since that first day they'd met. 

He started to get lost in the moment when she whispered to him,"I think we need to stop, because as tempting as it is, there's nothing I can do to help you with that". 

He snapped back to reality and realized his cock was starting to stiffen from being so close to the object of his desire. "Oh Shit Nigha, I'm sorry!" he said. 

She laughed and said "It's okay, I won't abandon you and your friend out here. Let's move toward a table". After they got to the table, they sat down and she put her hand on his, "I'm sorry I did that to you, please don't hold it against me" she said with a smile.

"Only if you don't hold it against me" he replied. 

"Deal!" She was so cool about what could've really been embarrassing, she could've run off and left him out there...hard-on and all, but she cared enough about his feelings to not want him to be any more embarrassed. Why did she have to be so perfect? He wanted her to finish what she had started so badly, but now wasn't their time. He'd take care of his situation later, with thoughts of her still swimming in his head.

Months had gone by since their little encounter on the dance floor, and as hard as he'd tried, he couldn't get past his desire for her. She hadn't treated him any differently after his partner in crime made a guest appearance during their slow dance. In fact, she acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. It was like she had no clue that he was as attracted to her as he was. She was the coolest, most beautiful woman he'd ever met and every day that he saw and spent time with her just made him want her more.

He resigned himself to the fact that there was no way around it: he had to have her and he'd do whatever it took. Jason figured out a way to put his plan into action. She was having her car serviced on Friday, and they needed to keep it overnight for some reason. Brett and the boys had gone out of town to see his parents, but she couldn't get time off from work so she told them to go on without her. She asked Jason if he could give her a ride home since he passed by her neighborhood every day, and of course he agreed. 'I'll give her a ride alright' he thought to himself.

As they were walking out to the parking lot, she took off the shirt she wore over her baby pink laced cami.

"Jason, I hope you don't mind, but I'm burning up!"

"No not at all, I'm right there with you" he said as he took of his dress shirt to reveal the tank top underneath. His strong, muscular build was not lost on her and he saw her checking out his arms and chest. "Do you mind if I make a stop along the way?"

"Your ride, your rules. I'm crazy tired though, so I'll just wait for you if you leave the AC on for me."

So she got in, leaned the seat back and relaxed. They had about a 45 minute ride to her place, and she'd complained all day about being tired. Once she got cooled off again, she started to doze off. He was sure she wore that skirt just for him, and her caramel colored breasts were jiggling around with every bump in the road. Man was she gonna get it. Outside of Rosy Palm, he hadn't had a piece in the 8 months since he'd met her. He'd subconsciously been waiting months for her, and before he was done with her she'd be begging for it. 

He stopped off and got some "tools" for the evening's little private party. She was passed out and slept the whole time he was in the store. When he got back to the car, she had shifted her body around, and her skirt was twisted and hiked higher up, and she had propped one bent leg on the door's armrest. He just sat there a moment, staring at her bare, tight, but not overly muscular thighs, wanting to grab them, feel them on the side of his face, feel them on his waist, feel the back of them pressed against the front of his. It was all he could do to resist taking advantage of the moment, but he kept his mind on the mission and drove on. 

As he drove, she rolled over onto her side and was facing him, her cleavage on full display. She had the most perfect breasts; they weren't too big or too small, just curvy and jiggly enough to be worthy of attachment to her body. He kind of felt bad for his thoughts, because she trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence. He'd come to value her friendship, and knew that this would ruin that. But on the other hand, he needed to follow through with his plan. He didn't know when or if he'd get another chance. He had to risk it for the chance to be with her completely, to make her his.

When they got to her place, he was really impressed with how nice it was. She had done well for herself, or maybe her husband had done well for them. 'Forget him, it's just me and my Nigha tonight, and tomorrow, and possibly the next day' he thought to himself and turned off the car.

"Nigha, we're here".

"Okay Jason, I'll wait here for you."

What? Oh, she didn't realize that he'd already made his stop. "No honey, we're at you're house. Do you need me to help you inside?"

"Hhhmmn? What? Oh, we're here, thanks Jase, I got it from here" then she almost fell out of the car. She was so tired it seemed like she'd had a little too much to drink.

"Here hon, let me help you inside. Where are your keys?" she fished around and handed them to him. He opened the front door and helped her inside. "Here, let's let some light in" and he opened her blinds and window shades. "Where's your bathroom?"

"It's down the hall on the left" she replied.

Jason used the opportunity, and her semi-coherent state to explore the house and found the master bedroom. Then he came out, went into the hall bathroom, flushed the toilet and ran some water to go through the motions.

"Thanks so much Jason, drive safe" she smiled and waved as he let himself out, careful not to lock the door behind him. He drove his car down the street and parked it and hurried back to see what she was up to. She was still sitting in the living room, tired and dazed, when he got back. A few minutes later she got up and started to stumble toward the master bedroom. He ran around outside to where her bedroom windows were and found her again. Luckily, her cul-de-sac wasn't developed yet and her house was the only one there or he may have had a problem. He stood and watched her as she slowly started to get undressed. 

There she was; his dream girl Nigha, stark naked and more beautiful than he'd imagined. He wondered how much more perfect her body could've looked before the kids came into the picture, because she looked better than any girl he'd been with. Her breasts were full and perky with milk chocolate colored nipples, her stomach flat, but not overly muscular, the extreme difference between the size of her waist and the fullness of her hips, and her long, perfect, "Barbie doll" legs. He felt the familiar bulge that he'd fought off so many times before, but would soon put to good use. 

She made her way toward the bathroom, that perfect round ass jiggling with every step, and left the door open, which afforded him an unobstructed view of her actions. He watched her climb into the shower stall, and took his chance and went back around to the front door. YES, it was still unlocked, so he entered and locked the door behind him. He made his way back to the master bedroom and stood for a moment watching her through steam and the clear glass shower doors. She was singing and he was floored by how beautiful her voice was. The irony of what she was singing wasn't lost on him, it was his favorite Bob Marley song "Turn Your Lights Down Low." He just stood there listening to her sing.

"I want to give you some love. I wanna give you some good good lovin'. Oh I, oh I, oh I. I wanna give you some good good lovin'." He reveled in the huskiness of her voice as she sang and he watched her sway to her own music. She could've easily done it professionally, but knowing her the way he did, she probably had no idea just how good she was. Damn her husband was a lucky man, because Jason was sure there was no one more perfect than Nigha.

Coming back to his senses and remembering what he needed to do, he left a wrapped present on the bed, made his way to the closet and laid in wait for her. Nigha walked back into her bedroom, still naked and drying her hair, and saw the gift on the bed and read the note attached with a bow. She wasn't startled because Brett always did things like this, she was sure that he'd come home early to surprise her and dropped the kids off at a friend's house. The typed note read...

"Hey Babe, are you up for a little game? If you want to play, you've got to follow the rules. First, put on this little number I got for you, then the blindfold. Lay back and let your stranger do all of the work. You can't touch me and I won't talk to you, but you will enjoy it. If you do call out to me, don't say my name, call me "Stranger". If you're up for it, just get dressed and I'll know...I'm watching you!"

The thought of it made her hot and wet instantly, and she immediately went to work doing as she was asked. She feverishly ripped away the wrapping paper and found a barely there black lace top with straps that tied on the shoulders, and a matching pair of hot shorts that would barely cover half her ass. 

"This is so you, you're obsessed with this ass aren't you!" she said aloud to whom she thought was her husband. Finally, there was a black satin eye mask and she put everything on. "Okay stranger, now what do we do?" she giggled. 



Jason's Story Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Crimes of Passion

With that Jason emerged from the closet and gently pushed her shoulders to make her fall backward onto the bed. 

"Ooohh, please don't hurt me; I'll give you whatever you want" she said trying not to laugh. 

Jason paused for a moment to take her in, she was so beautiful, hair wildly splayed around her on the bed. He removed the remainder of his clothing, walked around to her side and grabbed her hands, clapped the shiny cuffs on, and slammed them down on the bed above her head. "Mmmmnn kinky, those are cold! So I guess you're gonna take what you want Stranger." 

He started to run his fingers slowly up and down her chest and stomach and her breathing started to become more erratic. He began lightly kissing her stomach and then licked his way up to her breasts, taking one into his mouth while massaging the other. 

'Wow his face is really smooth today and his hands seem smoother and...bigger?' she though to herself as she groaned out loud. It was probably due to the whole "Stranger" thing she thought and was really into it. 

He started to turn his attention to her nether region and when he felt how wet she was, he felt his cock twitching. His silence was killing him because he was extremely turned on by how vocal she was. He pushed the undies to one side and gently started to slide his fingers up and down her smooth, wet slit. 

'Holy shit, she waxes' he thought to himself, feeling his cock stiffen even more.  He paused again, extremely turned on by the vision writhing on the bed beneath him. 

He was surprised that she was that same honey brown all over, even down to the tips of her lips, which bloomed into the hottest shade of pink he'd ever seen. 

He wanted to tell her that he wasn't her husband, that he wasn't a stranger...that he loved her. He loved her? Of course he did, he fell for her as soon as he saw her. He wanted to believe it was just physical attraction, had she not been married, he would've gotten it out of his system months ago. 

His plan to get her had backfired and he'd dug himself in too deep, there was no turning back for either of them. He had to have her, but he wanted her to know it was him, to want him just as much: but not yet, soon.

"Mmmmnnnhh" she groaned aloud, breathing heavily, breasts heaving. 

He untied and removed her top and then proceeded to pull off the hot shorts he'd bought just for that perfect, round ass he'd been lusting after for months. She was so wet, they left a trail down her legs, and after he'd gotten them off, he started at her ankle and slowly cleaned the trail with his tongue. 

"Oh my god, don't stop, I want you so bad!" 

He grabbed her by the thighs and forcefully pulled her closer; he slowly licked her wetness, from ass to clit. Nigha let out a guttural moan and started to reach down to grab his head. Jason caught her hands and pushed them away. 

"Oh, don't want to break the rules...please don't stop, please don't...uuugghhh" she let out another moan and he thought he would explode. He started to slow his pace, savoring the taste of her, enjoying her wanting him to finish her off. 

Nigha's thoughts began to wander: who could this stranger be? Since she was enveloped in this fantasy, she let it take over her and starting thinking of Brett actually being a stranger. 

The thought of being with someone other than her husband had always excited her, but she was too faithful and valued their marriage too much to act on it. There were times she had let her mind wander while they made love, about Brett being someone else. So who would he be this time? 

As he rubbed his hands all over her she thought of Jason, her sexy new friend from work. She'd always thought Jason was really hot, and never forgot what he whispered in her ear when they first met; how his hard cock rubbing against her when they danced made her wet. 

'If I were a single woman I'd fuck his brains out' she thought to herself. Jason would be her "Stranger" tonight. He would be the first man, outside of intangible celebrities, that she'd let creep into her thoughts. 

Jason was perfect; tall, funny, gorgeous, cut, and perpetually tanned. Seeing him in his tank top that clung to his well muscled chest, those big strong arms, the way his hair wasn't cut in the stuffy executive style, but in a shaggy, layered cut that suited him, and that tight ass; she felt like she was in high school again.

He's assumed the role of the hot friend that she valued too much to fuck, but always wanted to tear the clothes off of when they were alone. But what was the harm in giving in to an unspoken fantasy?

Jason continued his assault, licking, blowing, and nibbling her swollen clit and lips, sliding fingers in and out of her pussy. Nigha thought she would explode; the sensation was pushing her to the edge. Then, he took one of his fingers, glistening with her juices, and started to push at her asshole. 

"Mmmmmnnn, ooooohhh" she groaned aloud. 

With a little work, he pushed it into her forbidden entry and started pumping his fingers in and out while thrusting his tongue into her pussy. 

'Brett's really into this whole stranger thing too, he's so different tonight' she thought. 

He noticed that she was getting wetter, hotter, and louder; moving her hips in time with his movements, which in turn made him hotter. All of his 10 inches were fully erect and he knew that it was bigger than it had ever been before. 

Never in his life had he gone to such extreme measures to get a woman, but he couldn't go on without feeling her, all of her. He hated what his desire had made him become, but he couldn't help himself. He knew she was close and he longed to let her know that she was about to cum for him, but that would come soon enough.

"Aahh, aahh, aahh, oooohhhh, ooohh....Jaaason" she screamed out as she came, not realizing that she'd taken her fantasy a little too far, but Brett didn't seem to mind because he just kept going and she kept cumming. 

Hearing her scream his name made Jason instinctively start stroking his painfully hard cock: did she know it was him all along? 

As she started to come down, she once again forgot the rules and took hold of the back of her husband's head, but immediately noticed that something was off. This wasn't Brett, it was a stranger. 

She'd played along thinking that it was her husband, but it wasn't. She felt sick, but strangely aroused at the same time. It had been 15 years since another man had touched her and made her feel like that, and she had vowed that Brett would be her one and only. She wondered what she would do now. 

Jason knew immediately that she'd been caught up and hadn't realized it was him after all. He still couldn't stop himself. Then she felt the hands on her again and found something familiar in their touch. 

Not knowing exactly what to do or how to feel, she just lay there trembling, half from fear, the other half from her orgasm. She felt him climb on top of her, between her still open thighs, and rest some of his weight on her. 

'Oh shit, he's a big guy' she thought to herself, she could feel how hard and ripped his body was as he lay on top of her, and she noticed that she'd smelled his cologne before. He slowly began kissing her neck, her chin, and then he softly kissed her closed mouth. His lips were so soft, and he didn't seem to want to do her physical harm. Lost in the fantasy again, she opened her mouth to accept his tongue and was extremely turned on by his skill. 

"I've wanted you for so long, your taste matches your sweetness" he said to her in a soft voice, and she was immediately snapped back to reality. She knew his voice, she knew him. 

He lifted the mask from her eyes, and it took a moment for them to adjust to the light.  She blinked a few times to regain her vision. The stormy, crystal blue eyes she'd expected to see; but hoped wouldn't be the ones to stare back at her, were indeed there.

"Jason, oh my God no, what have you done?" She was in shock as she looked into his eyes as tears welled up in hers. 

"How did you...how could you...why would you do this to me? I trusted you!"

Her words clutched his heart like a vice, and the pain and tears in her eyes broke it completely. He reached up to wipe a tear that started to descend her right cheek, searching for what he would say to her. She violently whipped her head to the side to avoid his touch and his hurt but still lustful gaze. 

He waited for her to take a swing at him, to put up a fight as he'd been sure she would, but she just lay still beneath him, barely breathing. 

The remorse of what he'd done began to set in, but wasn't surprised that he was still painfully hard for her. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke again.

"I'm waiting for an answer" she said trying to choke back her tears. 

"Was it all a trick? I cared so much about you, you'd become one of my best friends. I don't understand how you could do this: I thought I knew you" she said as the tears started to stream down her face.

Hearing her speak of them in the past tense burned his soul. He'd tried for so long to stop what he was feeling for her, he cared so much about her, hell, he loved her. 

The words wouldn't come to him, he was dying inside as much as she was on the outside, then his brain checked out and his dick took over his thinking and his speech.

"You've always known how I feel about you. There's no way you couldn't, you're the most brilliant woman I've ever met so there's no way you couldn't feel it when I was close to you. From the first moment I saw you, I've wanted to touch you, to taste you, to feel your skin next to mine, to be inside you. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you" he said breathing heavily, inches away from her neck.

Feeling his hot breath on her neck, and his skin next to hers had started to make her forget how hurt and violated she felt. She had started to feel aroused again as she lay beneath him, but was still unsure of what was coming next. 

"So is that all it was? You pretended to be my friend so you could break down my defenses, and fuck me? Is that all I am to you, someone you just had to FUCK?" She felt that heat that had been her driving force throughout life, she was done being a victim: she was PISSED!

"It's always been more than a need to fuck, you have to know that. I didn't mean for it to happen like this, but I had to have you and I would've risked anything to do it" he paused scrambling to think and then his dick took over again, "I know you wanted it to, I was right there feasting on you when you came -- and screamed my name". 

After he said it, he licked the side of her face and pushed his body onto hers. 

"I know you want me Nigha".

"You smug, self-centered SON-OF-A-BITCH!" she yelled and before he knew it, she'd flipped him on his back. Straddling him, she took her still handcuffed hands, clasped them together, and backhanded him; almost knocking him out. When he flinched, that's when she felt his cock hit her at the base of her spine. 

'Holy Shit, he really is HUGE' she thought to herself as she looked down at his body. She hated to admit it to herself, but he was right, she had called out his name. 

He looked beautiful underneath her and she was impressed that all that working out had paid off for her to be able to overtake him, if only for a moment. 

He used that moment to regain control and grabbed her hands and flipped her back over with him between her legs again. 

They lay there, chests heaving into one another, him struggling to not pass out and to keep her subdued. He'd grossly underestimated how strong she was, but it only turned him on more and all rational thought was escaping him when he looked at her.

Her hair was wild, her honey brown globes were heaving towards him, begging to be sucked, and then he looked into her eyes. 

She stared deeply into his eyes now, no tears in sight, and there was a fire burning there. He could see her hatred of him boring a hole into his skull, but there was something else there, something her anger couldn't mask...lust. 

She looked into his eyes and noticed that they were a deeper blue than normal, and the whole left side of his face had started to redden from her punishment. 

He was so huge on top of her; his body looked like it had been carved by the Roman artisans from centuries before. His eyes were wild with the shock of how she'd overpowered him just moments before, and stormy with the lust he still felt for her. She knew she was weakening beneath him, but couldn't think of a way out. He was right, she did want him; she wanted him BAD!

Jason shifted his weight onto his knees and slowly started to run his hands all over her body. He ran his hand down the side of her face, expecting her to turn away, but she didn't and maintained eye contact. 

He brushed his thumb over her slightly opened mouth, feeling her soft lips beneath it. He slowly traced a path from her mouth over her neck and down to her right breast. He squeezed and massaged it gently, rubbing her hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

He looked into her eyes again and noticed her eyelids were a bit heavier and the anger had started to subside. 

Feeling that he might not get the shit knocked out of him again, he let go of her hands, grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him. 

She was again shocked by the size of him when she felt his cock hit the back of her thigh when she was still almost a foot away. She'd resigned herself to the fact that he'd already made her cheat, and he wasn't going to go away; now she didn't want him to go. She wanted to do the things with him that he'd wanted all along.

With both of his hands free, he grabbed both of her honey brown globes and picked up where he'd left off. He started to kiss her neck, moved down to her clavicle, and finally stopped at her right breast and licked her rock hard nipple. 

As he sucked her tit, she let out a low moan. He moved his hand down to her clit and started rubbing it in time with his attention to her nipple. 

"Mmmmnn."  

He gently rubbed her slick pussy lips before inserting a finger, followed by another, into her sopping wet hole. 

"Ooooohhh" she let out in a breathy sigh. 

He left the comfort of her breast and started kissing and licking his way back up to her lips, just stopping short of kissing her. 

He looked into her face and her eyes were closed. He slowed the pace of the fingers in her cunt, and willed her to open her eyes.

"You feel so good. It's even better than I could've imagined. God I've wanted you for so long Nigha, you're all I think about. I can't sleep at night without you coming into my dreams, cumming in my dreams. I want you to cum again and again and scream my name. I need you"

Nigha opened her eyes to look into his and was surprised by what she saw there. There was the same look of lust and obsession from before, but there was something else in those eyes too.

She'd seen that same look in her husband's eyes for the past 15 years, the look of all of those feelings and love. 

'Love?' she thought. It couldn't be, not with what he'd made her do, what he'd done to her; but still it was there and she knew that he wanted her to see it in his eyes before he took her completely. 

The thought of him; his perfect hot body, his gargantuan cock, the want in his eyes for her, it was just too much for her to take. He'd really gotten to her, and she believed him now. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

"Take these off" she commanded, snapping him out of his stupor.

"What?"

She brought her still cuffed hands to his face.

"Take these off, or is this how you pictured our only time together?"

He looked a little saddened by her words, 'only' he thought, but quickly snapped into action because she'd given in to him. 

He quickly got up to grab the key, and Nigha sat up and got a really good look at him, all of him. His cock looked as big as her forearm, and just as thick, and then she became nervous and turned on at the shear size of him. 

He sat down and took her hands into his and proceeded to unlock her cuffs. Then he noticed that her wrists were raw where she'd struggled against them.

"Oh my God honey, I'm so sorry. Does it hurt?" he said as he brought them to his face and began kissing them. 

"Not as much as your face is going to in the morning" she snapped back, but then tenderly touched the now crimson side of his face.

He closed his eyes at her touch and held her hand to his face. He then grabbed her, pulled her closer and looked deeply into her big, bright eyes. 

"I need you" he said as he put her hand on his aching cock, and then kissed her. 

She was lost in that kiss, lost in him, and at that point they were the only two people in the world. 

He gently laid her back onto the bed and positioned himself again between her thighs. His cock: which obviously had a mind of its own, positioned itself at her hot entrance and came to rest just outside her dripping wet pussy. She could feel the heat from the head, but she wasn't nervous anymore.

"Please be gentle Jason, I've never seen such a huge cock in person. You look like you could rip me in half."

"Trust me, the last thing I want to do is hurt you again. If this is to be our only time together, I want to be sure you'll never forget me." 

With those last words, he slowly started to slide it inside of her, pausing to allow her time to get used to the size. 

"Owwww, ahhhh, ohhhh" she moaned before she bit down on his shoulder. 

"You are so tight". 

She felt so tight, warm, and moist inside. He knew he'd have to go slow to make sure he didn't shoot his load too early. 

He continued slowly pushing all of his manhood inside of her, relishing in the tightness, warmth, and the moans he could hear and feel deep in her chest. 

She was driving him crazy and all he could think about was fucking her with wild abandon. 

After what seemed like hours, he pushed the rest of himself inside of her and she moaned in his ear, "Oh my God Jason, it feels soohhh good." 

"Are you ready?" he asked her. 

"Yes" was all he needed to hear. 

He slowly started to pump in and out of her as she writhed underneath him, clawing at his back like some pissed off cat trying to escape its captor. He started to kiss her again, and their tongues met in a tango of passion. He muffled her moans with his mouth, while keeping his slow pace, careful not to hurt her. 

She wrapped her arms and the legs he'd lusted after for the better part of a year around his sculpted body and started matching her movements with his. 

He was determined that since this might be his only time with her, he'd make it last as long as possible. 

He broke their kiss and rose up onto his arms to enjoy the view below him. He watched as his dick slid in and out of her and how she seemed to love the feel of him inside her. She bit her lip in between moaning and he leaned down to kiss her again. 

"God I love the sight of you" he told her. She moaned in response, unable to speak, barely able to breathe. He noticed her breathing had become more erratic, and picked up the pace of his stroke. 

"Aahhhh, ahhhh, uunnhhh, uunnhh, don't stop, oh my God, oh my God". 

When he heard her, as turned on as he was, he slowed down again. 

"Are you close baby?" 

"Yes, yes, ohhh so close!" she answered with more breath than sound.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked as he pushed in completely.

"Uunnhh, no, please don't stop, pleeeaase don't stop!"

"Do you want it baby?"

"Yes"

"Tell me what you want"

"I want it, give it to me"

"What do you want to do?" he asked, pumping into her with each question.

She moaned in response, but that wasn't enough for him. He stopped for a moment, and then started again, faster, harder.




Jason's Story Ch. 03



"Say it!" he commanded.

"I want to cum, make me cum!"

"Who am I? Who do you want?" he yelled, his thrusts harder with every word, waiting to hear the words he'd longed for.

"JASON, OH MY GOD JASON, MAKE ME CUMMMMM!" she screamed as the orgasm overtook her. 

He kept his pace, enjoying every minute of her wanting him, but careful not to orgasm himself. If this was the only time he'd live out his dreams, he'd make it last all night if he could. He wasn't through with her yet...not by a long shot.

The feeling of him insider her, pumping away was driving her crazy. She needed a minute to catch her breath and knew he had no intentions of letting her. Everything in the room started to look really bright and Nigha thought she was about to pass out. 


She extended her legs and when he thrust inside her, she locked them around his waist and grabbed him around the neck and pulled him close to her to stop his movement. 

With that last inward thrust, she started cumming again and was moaning and writhing beneath him, hanging on for dear life. 

Jason struggled against her, but every time he tried to raise himself up off of her, she came up with him. He gave up the fight, and focused on the feeling of her muscles contracting and releasing his cock as she came. After about a minute, he tried to prop himself up again, but she was stuck to him like glue. 

He decided it was time to switch positions and before she knew it, he'd wrapped an arm around her, pushed them off of the bed with the other, turned around and sat upright on the edge of the bed with her still on his cock and in his lap. 

In this position, they were face to face and he just stared at her, enamored with her beauty, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. Guttural moans escaped her and he could feel them in the pit of her stomach which was pressed against his. She was so still, if she wasn't holding him so tight, he would've thought she was asleep. His cock flinched inside of her and she was fully aware of her surroundings.

"Jason, I can't go anymore. You've got to stop...uunnnhh!"

As she pleaded with him, he'd wrapped a hand around each side of her waist and started to move her up and down on his cock. 

"I'm sorry honey, but I can't stop until I'm done. Do you really want me to stop?" he asked as he started to move her faster. 

He was so glad that vanity had made him stay in shape, because it made him feel so powerful to be able to move her to his will; he wouldn't have missed out on this moment for the world. 

She tried to speak, but being impaled on his cock like that was knocking the wind out of her. It felt so unlike anything before, it was euphoric. 

He noticed that she was barely breathing, and stopped for a few seconds. When he did, she made a huge gasp for air like someone who had been on the verge of drowning. After she caught her breath, she gazed into his eyes. He was so turned on by those big brown eyes connected with his blues as he was inside of her. The place he'd dreamed of for so long. 

He started to move her again, and she loosened her grip on his neck, grabbed a big chunk of his hair, jerked his head back and kissed him so passionately, it took his breath away. She moved her mouth away from his with a moan and looked down at his torso. All of his muscles were flexing as he moved her, and the sight of it turned her on even more. 

'This guy is amazing' she thought to herself as she was transfixed by his chiseled form in action. 

She'd always had this preconceived notion that guys that huge didn't really have to know how to work it, but realized her ignorance immediately. She could feel him moving his pelvis beneath her as they fucked, like they were doing some sort of dirty dance, and he'd assumed the lead.

He started to scoot them further back onto the bed, never missing a beat, until his feet were on the bed also. He brought his legs in closer, and started to lean forward. Nigha thought he couldn't get into her any deeper, but she was wrong. 

He rested his arms on his knees, and used the new leverage to thrust into her even deeper than before. Then she noticed that she had put her feet down behind him and was slamming into him just as hard. He was so big, she felt him in her belly. 

The new position had brought about a change in him too, because he was louder, almost as loud as she'd been. She decided it might be time to turn the tables a little and started to arch her back and rotate her hips with his thrusts. He'd been at it for about two hours and she knew that he had to be as close as she was. He started to moan and grunt louder with each thrust as she moved with him. 

She broke their rhythm and again overpowered him, pushing him down onto the bed. Eyes fiery; he looked up at her in amazement as she took all of him in and started giving him the best cowgirl of his life. 

He watched her and noticed that she was snaking her body on his pole the same way that she'd danced when they were at that club so many months ago. He'd thought it was hot when she was fully clothed, but it didn't even come close to the level of hotness on top of him right then. She was grunting loudly, and breathing heavily with each movement as she ground into him, breasts heaving, smearing her wetness onto his pelvis. 

He'd never seen anything like it as she rode him like both of their lives depended on it, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't hold out anymore. 

He grabbed hold of her hips and pounded into her as hard and fast as possible, and when she screamed out his name again, it was all he could take and pumped into her furiously calling out her name repeatedly as he came.

"Oh God, Nigha, Nigha, Nigha" it sounded like he was singing as her name slowly passed his lips over and over. 

He seemed so comfortable screaming her name, and she loved it that this big beautiful man beneath her was lost in the moment, lost in her. She was so exhausted she collapsed in a heap on top of him. 

He inhaled deeply to take in her scent and wrapped his big arms around her, satisfied at what the last few hours had delivered, but saddened because he knew that he had to let her go. 

He was exhausted as well and as sleep began to overtake him, he kissed her on the head and said "I'm so sorry about the way this happened, but I wouldn't change it for the world. God knows I tried so hard to fight it, but I couldn't help it. Nigha, you're so amazing...I love you" and drifted off.

'What?' she thought to herself. She was drifting off when she heard him talking, more like thinking aloud, his voice calling her out of her slumber, then shocking the hell out of her. Who was he? This last revelation was a bit much to take right then. 'He loves me?' she thought, knowing that it could only mean trouble for both of them and their future. 

It was so easy to be angry at him when he'd taken advantage of her the way he had, but after the mind-blowing sex that just took up the better part of the night, she'd decided to forgive him and try to return their relationship to normal, but he didn't just fuck her brains out; he'd made love to her? 

What did this mean? She was utterly confused, and too tired to deal with it right then. She was so comfortable splayed across his body, wrapped up so lovingly in his arms. When sleep came this time, there were no declarations to keep her awake and she drifted off, wondering what the morning would bring.



Jason's Story Ch. 04



Chapter 4: The morning after, and making copies

Saturday morning came, and Nigha awoke alone in her bed. 'Was it all just a dream?' she thought to herself. She heard the shower and when she went to move, her entire body was sore. No such luck, it was all real and Jason was now in her shower. 

She looked at the clock on the nightstand; the red numbers seared 10:45 into her brain. She was still so exhausted that she just flopped back onto her pillow and looked into the bathroom. 

Jason was in her shower, and he looked so yummy that she just wanted to go right in there with him. Somehow she knew it would be wrong, no more wrong than what they'd done for so many hours the night before, but that was over and she was going to try to block it out and go back to her life. She had to; her future was with Brett and her boys. 

Just as she was convincing herself that this was just a one time thing, he walked out of the bathroom, stark naked. He was so busy drying his hair he didn't even notice that she was awake. 

He was indeed the most visually stunning man she'd ever seen. He was that same glorious tan color all over his sculpted body. If she were to describe the perfect man to a sculptor, the end result would be Jason. 

Jason; the one she'd been so honest with and told him she'd been attracted to him since the first day they'd met. Jason; the one she'd told that any woman would be lucky to have him. Hell, she thought she was safe; after all she was a happily married mother of two. 

Jason; the one she'd fantasized about before realizing that it was indeed him pleasuring her. Jason; the man that took advantage of her and made her do something she'd vowed never to do. Did she regret it?

Why did he have to be so skilled, sooooh skilled? Why couldn't she just hate him for what he'd done to her? Duh, he was the biggest and the best man she'd ever been with. 

She was mesmerized by him; his legs long and chiseled, but not overly so. The water droplets he'd missed while drying off, glistening in the morning light. His perfect skin; the color of a latte with too much steamed milk added. His eight pack: yes friggin' eight pack, she wanted to run her tongue all over it, all over him. Damn it, he had to hurry up and leave! 

She started to look up at his gorgeous face when she saw those eyes, the color of the ocean in the Caribbean, looking into hers. He was so beautiful, with the exception of the left side of his face which was a little swollen and almost burgundy in color.


He had no idea how long she'd been watching him standing there, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she was enjoying the view. 

He'd watched her sleeping for about an hour before he finally decided to leave her side to shower. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay there with her, all day, all weekend, but he decided it would be best if he just slipped out before she woke up, he'd done enough, he'd hurt her enough. 

He'd tried so hard to get her out of his head, out of his heart, but he feared that after last night it would be impossible. He didn't want her out of his life completely, so he'd follow her lead and hope that they could salvage something of what they had before he'd ruined it. 

When he'd caught a glimpse of himself, and the damage she'd done to his face, he chuckled and then winced at the pain. He'd grossly underestimated the power of that firecracker, but it only made his feelings for her deepen. 

When he walked out of the bathroom, he just stood there for a moment taking all of it in, her beautiful Nigha brown, naked body lying in stark contrast against the lilac sheets. Nigha brown, his new favorite color; then he saw those eyes. 

He was lost in those eyes less than twenty-four hours ago, and now they had the look behind them that he'd waited so long to see, but it was bittersweet. 

Now his question had been answered, yes; she did want him, but it hurt his heart because he knew that that night was the only intimate time that they would share. 

He'd memorized every curve of her face, every curve of her frame, branding her into his memory knowing that he'd never again see her like that. How in the hell would he get her out of his system now.

"Good morning slugger."

"Good morning lady-killer."

"Glad to see your sense of humor is still intact. I'm sorry I woke you, I'll be out of your hair as soon as I'm dressed."

"Well, I learn more and more about you everyday. I never would've pegged you as the Wham-Bam-Thank You-Ma'am kinda guy. Gosh, does your face feel as bad as it looks?"

"Every bit as bad as it looks, but I was a bastard and I had it coming" he said with a small smile as he adjusted his jaw. 

He reached down and put his boxers on, then grabbed his shirt and stopped to look at her again. "Look Nigha, I'm sorry about how I went about what happened, but I'm not sorry that it happened. Quite frankly, it was the best night of my life and if I died today or tomorrow, I'd die a happy man to have spent one night with you..."

She'd stood up and limped her way over to him and put her fingertips over his mouth. She couldn't take another word, afraid of what it would do to her. But deep down she knew that she needed him to answer a question, scared to death of what the answer would be. 

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes, I just said..."

"Jason, I heard you last night and I don't really think you were talking to me, but I heard you and I need to know; so I'm asking. Did you mean it?"

"Nigha...I'm...I can't..." 

She put her hands on either side of his face, careful not to hurt him. She bent his head down so his eyes would have no choice but to meet hers. 

He looked into her eyes, not caring that the object of his desire was standing naked in front of him; he knew that he was cornered and she'd know if he lied to her.

"Jason, I need to know. Did you mean it?" she knew the answer to the question. She could see it in his eyes, but he still wouldn't speak. 

"Jason: did you mean it?"

"Yes...yes Nigha I do love you" he said as he sighed and relaxed his shoulders. 

"I've been in love with you for months now."

Her heart sank and she felt faint. She knew he wouldn't lie to her, and she knew the answer to the question before he spoke. What did this mean for them? Could they salvage anything resembling their friendship? Had she lost her damn mind for even thinking that? 

It was all too much for Nigha, and everything went black as she passed out. Jason caught her and just held her in his arms wondering if she was okay. Not knowing what to do next, he wrapped her up in a sheet and just held her close after making sure she was still breathing and wasn't feverish. He definitely couldn't leave her like this.

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Nigha awoke and looked around again to see that it was now 8:15 pm. Panicked, she tried to sit up but her movements were restricted. She looked down expecting to see her naked body, but realized that she was wrapped up in one of her sheets, like a mummy, and that there was a large, tanned arm holding her close to the warm figure at her back. 

He was still there, and she could tell from his rhythmic breathing that he was asleep. 

'Did I pass out? Man he really put it on me!' she thought to herself. 

She was glad that he hadn't left her naked and passed out, but the fact that he'd stayed with her only complicated things more for both of them. She was so confused at this point, knowing that she was still very much in-love with her husband, but she also knew that she felt something for Jason too. Could she really go the rest of her life without having another night like that?

She moved his arm off of her; being careful not to wake him, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She just stood there, enjoying the hot water cascading over her head and down her sore body. 

Her muscles ached as though she'd just worked out for the first time in years, but she really didn't mind it anymore. She ran her hands over her body, the way he had, and found herself flashing back to the activities of the night before. 

What did he see in her? This man that could have anyone he wanted had taken her because he couldn't bear to be without her for another day. She'd had guys really hard up for her back in her few single days, but nobody that came close to the kind of man that was Jason. 

After 30 minutes in the shower, she knew that she had to get out and face him. When she got out, as she was drying off, she noticed him hurriedly getting dressed. 

He was trying to skip out before she was done, so she quickly wrapped her hair in a towel, wrapped another around herself, and slowly walked into her bedroom.

"Nigha, are you OK? You fainted and I checked to see if you had a fever or anything, but you seemed fine. I know I probably should've left, but I just had to know that you were alright. You are aren't you?" he asked as he sat at the foot of her bed.

"I'm fine, and I'm glad you stayed. Jason, there are some things we need to talk about. If I led you on then I'm sorry. What you did, at first, was just plain wrong, but I think I understand why you did it. Neither one of us can change what happened last night, but we..." he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him.

"Do not apologize to me, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who's sorry, and not sorry. Now that I know you're okay, I'm going to leave and hopefully we'll have a chance to work this out in a less loaded setting. I meant what I said, and I have no intentions of taking it back, but I am old enough to not expect you to feel the same way."

"There's just one more thing I need from you" he said as he carefully tugged the towel, making it fall from her head. 

Her hair fell down into her face and onto her shoulders. He softly swept it out of her face and looked deeply into her eyes before he pulled her close to him and kissed her: softly at first, then with all of the passion he could throw into it because he knew that the chances were pretty good that it would be the last time. 

He kissed her on the forehead, and pushed her back just enough so that he could stand. They stood there both wanting the same thing, but knowing that it shouldn't happen again. He leaned into her and took her into his arms one final time, hugging her tightly, then grabbed his bag and left. 

She stood there in a daze as she heard the door shut behind him, wondering what Monday would bring, glad that she had another week before she had to face Brett and act as if nothing had changed.

Monday:

On her way to work, she had feelings of anticipation and dread, both at seeing Jason. He had always brightened her day on Monday, always making sure that she smiled at least once. If only there were some way to get that back, someway to get her friend Jason back. She missed him already. As she was on her way to the elevator, her friend Kim was already waiting there. 

"Girl, are you alright? You're walking around like somebody beat your ass and wearing...OH MY GOD...FLATS?" Kim said laughing out loud. 

Nigha always wore heels because they gave her this sense of power and made her feel damn sexy. 

"Girl, shut up! I think I pulled a muscle in my back moving furniture around the house" it sounded just as good as it had in her head when she'd thought up the excuse to explain her injured stride. 

"Have you seen Jason?" Kim asked on the elevator ride.

"Jason?"

"Oh, do not act like you don't know who I'm talking about! You know I'm talking about Jason, your "work-husband."" 

That was the cute little nickname the girls had given Jason because Nigha had been spending so much time with him. 

"I saw him walking in about 10 minutes ago and the whole left side of his face is black and blue. According to him he'd gotten into some bar brawl this weekend. He looks a hot mess, but when he was talking about it, he just had this little smile on his face. Probably thinking about what the other guy looked like after it was all over. Aaaahh youth", Kim chuckled.

"Really? I'd hate to see the other guy" Nigha chimed in with a cocky little smirk, knowing full well that she was the "other guy".

She was on her way to her office, when she decided that if she didn't peek in to say "Good Morning" the same way she did everyday, someone would definitely notice. When she ducked her head in, even she was shocked by his face.

"Good morning...WHOA-OH MY GOD your face! Oooohhh!" she said grabbing the left side of her face as if to feel his pain. 

"I heard you got into some sort of bar fight this weekend?" she asked smiling, knowing full well the answer.

"Yeah, stuff happens when you're having too much fun" he replied, laughing at her shocked expression, and the boldness of her statement. 

"You should've seen and heard the other guy, he was screaming when he got his!" he said as he gave her that sexy look and a smirk. 

"I know you probably don't want to spend anytime looking at this, but would you like to have lunch with me today?"

"WHAT?" she half-yelled as he totally caught her off guard. 

This was almost too much, but she tried to play it off and remember that he was trying to keep up appearances too, and this was their usual routine. 

"How could you say that, your face is still one of the best looking ones I've seen so of course, I'll have lunch with you, it's what we do."

He gave her the biggest smile he could muster and she walked out of his office. Maybe there was hope for their friendship after all. He was so excited that she didn't make up some excuse to not have lunch with him, although he would have completely understood if she had. 

He noticed that she looked quite a bit shorter than normal: when she walked out, he noticed her walk and footwear, and instantly knew why. He smiled at the thought that he wasn't the only one with visible proof of their night together. She was so awesome.

********************

As the weeks turned into months, they fell back into another comfortable routine. She did spend more of her lunches with other friends, as did he. His desire for her refused to subside, but having the memory of their night together helped him out more than he thought. 

After a while though, that memory had started to become a double-edged sword because he so longed for history to repeat itself. 

Fantasizing about how great it must be to be with her paled in comparison to how it had actually been. A fantasy could be forgotten, but that hot night would never be. Never before had he gotten his ass kicked by a woman, let alone in bed, but that only served to add to his desire for her.

Nigha tried to move on as if nothing had happened; like that was even a possibility. She saw him everyday; she wondered how he spent his time alone. 

She wondered if he thought about her, because she sure thought about him. She wanted to see him again, feel his beautiful, perfect skin against hers, and have that huge cock inside her again. 

She couldn't get him out of her head, but she could put a little distance between them. 

Over the past 3 months, they'd eaten lunch alone together all of 5 times. During those times, she could only think about the night they'd shared, what he looked like under those sexy business suits, being his again. She had to stop it because they could never be: she was still a happily married woman.

Three months later:

The next months brought promotions for both Nigha and Jason, and the new responsibilities cut into the time they had to obsess about each other. They never spoke about that night, feeling lucky that they'd been able to find a new routine. They were feeding off of the mutual desire for one another, and pouring that focus into their work performance. 

The company had landed a large account, and the initial presentation was assigned to Jason and Nigha. Due to the importance of the account, there would be many long hours spent working on the presentation. With confidentiality being an issue, they were unable to bring in any subordinates to assist with the work; they would be working together -- alone.

********************

Jason was happy with the comfortable routine that he and Nigha had fallen into, but secretly he yearned for more. 

Obviously he wanted to fill the role that her husband occupied, but more than that, he missed the candor that she once had when they carried on conversations. Strangely, he wanted her advice on his current situation: his obsession with a certain married woman. 

The few times that they had lunch alone, there was this tension between them. He missed the Nigha that would give him a quick, sometimes harsh reality check whenever he needed it and sometimes when he didn't. 

He missed being able to tell her anything without the fear of being looked down upon. He missed his new best friend and felt that she missed him too. 

He thought that the only way they could get past this hurdle was to talk about "that night." They decided to have lunch together to discuss a plan of attack for their latest project, and he figured it would be a perfect time to bring it up.

"Jason, I know it seems like 2 months is a lot of time, but we really have to focus if we're going to get this thing buttoned up in time. I feel like our jobs may be riding on this one."

"I know, and I feel it too. I'm going to put my full attention into it, but there's something I've gotta get off my chest first. Nigha, I don't know if you ever think about...or ever wonder whether I...I just want you to know that I had been thoroughly checked out before it happened, and even though I, we, didn't use protection, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I was still safe".

"I...you...it's been over 6 months and now you tell me. I just figured that we'd go on like nothing had happened. I thought I knew you well enough to know that you would be smart enough not to give me anything, but I've got to admit it does make me feel better to know that you planned ahead...I guess. I mean I already knew because I'd been tested before I let Brett touch me again, but knowing that you had been checked out beforehand really means a lot. It doesn't excuse how you went about what happened, but as I'm sure you've figured out already, I forgave you a long time ago. We can't talk about this anymore Jason, we have work to do" and with that she went back to eating her lunch.

Jason was speechless at first, but he knew that he couldn't just drop it. 

"Do you think that we can ever get it back?"

"Get what back?" she said while still chewing.

"What we had before" he answered matter of factly.

"Don't you miss it? God knows I do".

"Swee—Jason, I don't know anymore" she caught herself about to call him by one of her usual pet names, which she hadn't done in months. 

"I've really tried to go back to the way things were, but I just can't seem to get there. I miss it too, but I can't look at you without thinking about..."

"What I did to you" he looked down, ashamed. 

Seeing him like that hurt her and although she didn't want to reopen the can of worms, she couldn't let him continue to feel that way.

"Jase, that's not what I meant. I know that I probably should, and a small part of me does, but the larger part doesn't regret what happened between us. Looking back, I can see where I missed the signs, and you know what they say about hindsight. I just can't look at you without thinking about that night, and I can't go back there Jase, I just can't. I'm not going to patronize you by asking if you understand, because I know that you do..." 

He reached up to wipe a dollop of salad dressing off of the side of her face, stopping her mid-statement, and just held his hand there for a moment. 

She closed her eyes; took a deep breath, and bit her bottom lip at his touch, then came to her senses and grabbed his hand and slowly removed it from her face.




Jason's Story Ch. 04



He held her hand for a moment and said "I do understand Nigha, but I'm glad we talked about it a little. Now let's finish up so we can get back to work, GOSH you're so distracting!" he said with a laugh. 

She looked at him, shook her head and rolled her eyes and laughed along with him. 

It was the first easy laugh they'd shared in months. His heart flipped in his chest as he watched her. He was still insanely in-love with her, but was willing to settle for friendship if it would keep her in his life. 

The next two weeks were grueling, and outside of their project they talked very little. They were pulling 12 hour days, and were both visibly exhausted. On Friday, she wore a fitted black turtleneck, fitted red skirt, and some sexy knee-high black leather boots. 

Jason thought his cock would jump out of his pants when she walked by him. Damn her for making him feel that way, for looking that way. He never understood how she could be so sexy while being completely covered, but DAMN she had it. 

Her clothes were always so perfect, never too tight, caressing rather than squeezing her every curve. For the first time in a long time, he dreaded being alone with her. 

The first few hours that they were alone went off without a hitch. They got a lot done, the cleaning crew had come and left, and she needed to get copies of their outline together. 

When she stood up and walked out, something in Jason snapped. He followed her to the copy room and just stood there for a moment watching her. 

She had no idea he was there and due to the noise of the copier, she didn't hear the door close and lock. She did feel him standing behind her, his hot breath on the side of her face and her neck. 

She closed her eyes and tried to think of something to say, but she was coming up empty. Being this close to him was what her body wanted even though her mind was screaming NOOOOH!

"What are you doing?" she managed to get out, trying to sound annoyed.

"I just came to give you a hand" he said as he put one hand beside hers on the copier, and ran the other hand down her back. 

"We are working on this together you know" his hand moved to her waist and pulled her to him. 

She could feel his erection pressing against the base of her spine and although she wanted to move, her feet were glued to the floor. His hand moved over her stomach to hold her close to him and she let out a sigh and let her head fall back onto his chest. 

He smelled her hair; rubbed his face in it, relishing its silken feel, and then started to kiss the side and back of her neck while he slowly ground his bulge into her.

"Tell me you want me to stop" he said between kisses, breathing into her ear.

"I want you to stop. Please don't do this, I want you to stop" she said rather unconvincingly.

"I know you say you do..." his hands began to roam down her outer thighs, then he slowly started to pull up her skirt. 

She let out little moans as his hands ran over her body, and she softly whispered "Jason, please don't" over and over. 

He had her skirt pulled up to her waist and when he looked down, she had on a pair of those panties that had half her ass hanging out of the bottom. He started to lightly run his hands over the Nigha brown mounds of flesh.

"Mmmmnnhh, hot; just like I remember" he said in a moan. 

He ran his hands over her undies around to the front and ran his fingers over her now moist center. He rubbed it light and slow over her underwear and started his previous statement again.

"I know you say you want me to stop, but your little kitty has other ideas. You're so wet for me and I'm always so hard for you" and he pushed his raging hard-on against her back again for effect. 

She let out a louder moan and pushed back against him. 

He knew he had her then and slowly plunged a finger inside her. He began moving it in and out of her with a slow rhythm, and rubbed her clit with the heel of his palm. He used his free band to lift her top and grab and massage her breasts.

She tried again to pull away, but her only way out was through him or the copier and she was sure that neither would budge. He was driving her crazy, she wanted him so badly, but she had too much to lose. She had to get away from him, so she tried to reason with him once more.

"Jaaason, you have to stop. Weee caaan't...ungh, ungh, uuuuunnnngghhh!" She could barely get any words out before it was too late.

She came all over his hand and it ran down her thighs. He turned her face at a harsh angle toward him and kissed her. She was lost for a moment as his tongue invaded her mouth, but then she returned the kiss. 

She reached a hand behind her to stroke his cock through the fabric of his pants. She'd fantasized about it so many times since "that night" and she remembered every inch of it. Brett had made her cum so many times while thoughts of Jason and his cock danced in her head. 

Jason was her addiction and she knew no 12-step program would keep him out of her system. She had to feel him inside her and he was all too happy to oblige. He turned her around to face him and kissed her again.

"Do you still want me to stop?" he asked her with a cocky smirk on his face.

"Now you have to finish this" she said with lust in her voice and eyes.

Without another word, he picked her up and moved them over to the table where everyone got their copies together and sat her down on top of it. He kissed her again and removed her soaking wet panties. After he'd taken them off, she reached down to take her boots off when he grabbed her hands.

"Leave them on!" he commanded.

That was the one thing he did that turned her on more than anything else. He was the nicest guy at any other time, but when he was about to give in to his desire for her, he turned into this forceful beast, bending her to his will. He'd get whatever it was that he wanted, and he wanted her. 

That tone he got in his voice made her wet at just the thought of it, and what it preceded. She wondered if it was his normal way, or was he just that way with her. She'd never know unless he told her someday, but it was strictly his desire for her that turned him into such an animal. 

He slid her toward him and off the table. He spun her around and bent her over pressing her upper body down onto the table. He ran his hands up and down her legs and over her boots. He had no idea how turned on his Nigha in those boots would get him. 


They were so incredibly sexy, buttery soft to the touch, the leather gripping her calves and ankles so tightly, like they had been made specifically for her luscious legs. They weren't shiny, stretchy, fake, and cheap like the younger set wore; they were hot, real, and classy like his Nigha. HIS Nigha. Whether or not she knew it, she was his Nigha, and he was hers for the taking. 

He used his tongue to clean her cum soaked thighs, but stopped shy of plunging his tongue into her wetness. She was moaning on the table and he couldn't wait anymore. He took off his shirts and dropped trou. 

He stood there taking her in again, before he would take her again. He stroked his cock in anticipation and when she looked back at him over her shoulder with that lusty gaze, he walked up behind her and thrust his cock into her in one fluid motion.

"OOOOHHHH" they both shouted in unison. They'd both wanted it for so long. He stood still for a few seconds because entering her from behind almost made him shoot his load immediately, and that wasn't an option. 

Her cunt spasmed around his thick shaft. She was so tight, warm, and wet just like he remembered. This was his favorite place and he wasn't ready to leave. 

He started to thrust slowly, and she moaned so loudly he was glad that it was Friday night and all of their co-workers were surely not coming back in for anything. 

She was his for the next few hours and he was going to make it count. He loved hearing her; he loved the fact that she was so uninhibited. Most of the girls he'd been with almost held their breath, afraid to make noise, but she wasn't one of those quiet types. It really turned him on and he made it his mission to elicit more noise out of her sweet mouth. 

Her ass jiggled as he hit it from the back, and it was another one of his favorite things. He grabbed her waist and started slamming her back into him as he pounded into her. She got so loud that one point he thought he might be hurting her, but that thought quickly vanished when she turned and looked at him again.

"Oh my God that feel so good baby. Give it to me, ahh, ahh, ahh" 

"You like that honey! Man, you are so fucking hot. You make me crazy!!"

He brought his hand down, harder than he intended, and smacked her ass. She let out a little whimper and writhed underneath him while he pounded into her. He kneaded her ass cheeks and smacked them again. She let out a large groan and he could feel the vibrations around his cock. He started thrusting into her, like a jackhammer, wanting her to cum for him again. 

She started letting out loud "ohs" with every stroke and when he kept saying "Cum for me Baby" over and over again, she lost it. 

She cried out like she'd been shot and her whole body convulsed with her orgasm. He grabbed her arms at the elbows and pulled her off of the table while continuously pounding her from behind. He was hitting her deeper from this new position and she was still in her orgasm when she was hit by another. 

She was so loud he was sure the whole building would've heard her had anyone but security been there, and he was getting pretty loud too. 

He was grunting as if he was doing some serious heavy lifting at the gym. He couldn't get into her deep enough for his satisfaction. He watched his stiff member sliding in and out of her and he slowed his pace, transfixed on watching himself fucking her. 

Everything about it turned him on, the fact that he was again fucking his dream girl: it was so dirty and risqué in the copy room of their office, that ass and pussy he was obsessed with was at his mercy...again. 

She belonged to him and he needed to let her know. Not then; fucking in the copy room was neither the time nor the place, but most definitely later. He felt like he'd be cumming soon too, so he stopped to change positions again.

He gently lowered her down onto the table and pulled out of her. He quickly got out of the pants and boxers pooled at his feet, and lost the shoes and socks. 

Nigha was trying to push herself up off the table, but before she could regain her footing, Jason was on her again. 

He pulled the turtleneck over her head and undid her bra which just sort of fell off. He left the bunched up skirt and her boots on because seeing her like that was an extreme turn on for him. 

He stood her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he picked her up, grabbed a bunch of her hair with his free hand; he loved the feel of it, soft like spun silk, and kissed her so hard it took her breath away. 

She was his and she knew it. What had she gotten herself into? 

He walked them over to the locked door of the copy room and pressed her up against it. He grabbed her waist with both hands and lifted her up further, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. With that he gave her that devilish smile and gazed into her eyes. Time seemed to stop at that moment when they were simply staring at each other, breathing heavily, lost in lust, when she broke their silence.

"Well Big Boy, you got me, you've had me, what else are you planning?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well let's see, I could: A-Kiss you until you moan; B-Lick you until you moan; C-Love you until you moan and cum and scream my name; or D-" 

"Love me? But Jase" he cut her off before she could finish.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I know you can't feel the same for me blah, blah, blah. It still doesn't change the way I feel about you. Now before I was so rudely interrupted D-All of the above" and he rubbed his cock along her slippery entrance and felt her shudder. 

She was smiling at his humor in the situation; knowing he was wanting more, but settling for the now. She was in love with him too, but he could never know. 

"So what'll it be Ms. Nigha, we're waiting" and he smacked her ass with his cock.

"Ooohh! I don't know this is all so sudden Mr. Jason" she said in a mock southern drawl. 

"They're all such good choices; I'm going to have to choose...Ooohhhhh!"

"Too late, I chose D" he said as he plunged himself into her, before he kissed her. 

He loved being upright with her, so he could look into her eyes and she was eye-level, lip level with him. That was his favorite memory of their night together, her face even with his, being lost in her eyes, her clearly being lost in his as he made love to her. 

He plunged into her before she could answer, loving the shocked sound that escaped her lips. She felt even tighter in this position, and the door supporting her back gave him greater leverage to pound into her. 

With every thrust they grunted together and even though he knew that he was getting close to cumming again, he couldn't stop or even slow down. 

He'd reached down and grabbed her hips so that he could thrust deeper into her, and he felt her thighs flex at his sides as she was using them to bring herself up on his downswing. She was so fucking amazing! No one in the world could want her more than he did. It turned him on so much that he started to shoot his load.

"Oh God Nigha...I'm cumming...aahh, aahh, ahhh!" he shouted as he furiously pumped in and out of her and brought her to another orgasm. 

"Ooohhh, Jason!" she screamed his name and writhed between his body and the door. 

Her movement made him cum again, a first for him. It was so intense that his legs started to give way and he slid her down the door so that he could sit. She hugged him so that her body could be close to his and he put his arms around her holding her just as tight. 

He ran his hand along the side of her face and kissed her when she closed her eyes. It was so soft, not the deep ones that took her breath away, but a soft, familiar kiss you gave someone you loved. When they broke away she looked into his eyes, and he returned her gaze and smiled. 

She leaned forward and rested her forehead on his and ran her hands all over his chiseled back, moved to his shoulders, down his well-muscled arms, up his ripped stomach, and across his perfect chest. She loved the feel of her skin on his and he loved it too. He was so beautiful to her and she hated herself for feeling this way about him. They both knew that they were in trouble.



Jason's Story Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Tension, revelation, and a choice

They were good for two weeks after the "copy room incident" as they mutually referred to it.

There was quite a bit of damage to the copy room: trays on one of the copiers had been broken off, there was a hole in the wall apparently made by the table being pushed into it, and for some strange reason the door wouldn't close properly. 

When asked if she knew what had happened, Nigha volunteered the information that while they were working late, she had gone in there to make some copies, but the heel of her boot got caught on a carpet thread; it tripped her and when she was falling, she'd tried to grab anything to keep her from crashing to the floor and one hand reached for the copier and the other for the table. 

She had no idea, however, what had happened to the door, but hadn't touched it for quite some time so she wouldn't have noticed it anyway. She'd never lied about a work incident (before that big 'ol whopper) so no further questions were asked.

The damage to the copy room was the least of her worries. How could she still be madly in love with her husband, but also be in love with Jason at the same time? It consumed her thoughts, but she didn't have time to dwell on it for too long because she and Jason had to pull it together. She couldn't shake the feeling that their jobs depended on the success of this project. 

Jason was satisfied for now. Hell, he'd waited eight months to get her the first time, and almost seven months for the second time. He figured he could quell his desire for her at least until the project was done. 

Then all bets were off. 

He had to have this woman; there was something about her that he knew he couldn't live without. He didn't care that she was married, but he did care that she had kids because they were a part of her. 

He knew that he was crazy: he hadn't even looked at another woman since he met her. Now here he was, picturing their life together, she and her kids with him. 

He'd made it a point to never meet her husband; the bane of his existence, because he was afraid that he'd like him and feel guilty about intending to steal his woman. 

He didn't want to feel anything for the man but jealousy.

The next two weeks were really productive, and they had a whole new focus toward the project now that the sexual tension between them had subsided to some extent. They still had a month left to finish, but were over 75% completed. Everything was running smoothly again until another bombshell was dropped in their laps. 

Not only were they responsible for creating the project, but they would be presenting their work before the Board of Directors for the company as well as their own company's Board. 

To top things off, they would be going to Miami, FL for a week to do the presentation, no family, no friends, just them. Shit.

Jason tried to contain his excitement while Nigha tried just as hard to contain her fear. She didn't trust them being alone together in a crowded restaurant, let alone in suites on the same floor in beautiful Miami. 

She could just picture him, shirtless in board shorts, wet, nothing but a towel, blue eyes, abs, bronzed skin, her legs wrapped around him, huge cock, and his face when he came....

"Mmmmmnnh."

"Earth to Nigha" he said as he snapped a finger in front of her face. 

"Where were you just then? Sounded delicious, like somewhere I'd like to be!"

"What? Oh, sorry Jase, just thinking out loud. We've really got to finish this thing up early, because I need some time with my boys before I have to head out for a week. I really miss them, and the news is going to hit hard".

"Which boys?" he asked in a tone which he knew he had no right to have.

"All three of my boys" she replied in a tone which she was completely entitled to.

"Alright, alright, easy there girl! I wasn't trying to get you all pissed off or anything."

"Okay then, you might want to watch your tone there young man. You know my situation."

"I know what it's gonna be!" he mumbled under his breath.

"Oh really? Just what is it gonna be?" 

She'd heard him in spite of his mumbling.

'Shit' he thought. She must've developed "mom hearing." 

"I wasn't referring so much to your situation as I was to your position, or positions, as the case may be." He grabbed her chair and turned her to face him. 

"We've explored a few, but there are so many more out there that I want to try" he said, looking intently into her eyes.

"You better hang on to those memories, because that's all there will ever be" she said in a challenging tone, her eyes narrowing while looking into his.

He turned her chair again to face the table and leaned over her shoulder as if to show her something in front of them. 

"Why do you lie to yourself Nigha? You know just as well as I do that those memories aren't all that will take place between us. You know that I ache for you, I long for the moment that I'll be inside you again: and I will be. You know it, I know it, and I know you know it! I also know that you were thinking about me earlier when I snapped you out of it. Wondering how? You had the same look on your face the last time you came for me!" he brought his finger down on the table as if to point out something they'd been working on. 

"So what do you think of your "young man" now?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed her on the neck.

Nigha was stupefied. 

He'd got her, right there at work with hundreds of people buzzing around outside. 

At that point, she didn't care who was around because she was going to smack the shit out of him. She swung her arm at him to hit him in the stomach, but he knew her well enough to know that it was coming. 

He stopped her mid-swing, and placed her hand on his raging hard-on. It felt like a nightstick in his pants and she was so turned on by it she let a low moan escape her lips.

"See what you do to me. The only one that can take care of it is you."

She was so hot for him in that instant if they'd been alone, she'd have sucked him off right there. She settled for stroking it through his pants to turn the tables on him. 

"Okay Jason, we can do either one of two things. One -- I can keep doing what I'm doing right this second, and in a few minutes you can try to explain the visible spot midway down your thigh or: Two -- We can call this little tiff a draw, get back to work, and settle this at a later date. What is your decision?" she asked while steadily stroking his cock.

He groaned, reached out and grabbed her hand, but didn't stop her immediately. 

"Damn it woman! I will get you for this, but let's call it a draw...for now." 

He stopped her hand, and held it on his cock for a moment before letting it go.

"You know it's a shame that someone is missing out on all of that because of me."

"Not really, nobody but you has had it in more than a year and that's the way I want it."

"Are you serious? There hasn't been anyone else?" 

"Why do you sound so surprised? You had to know that I'm a one woman man, and that woman has been you since the first day I laid eyes on you. I got tested for any and everything so that in the off chance that I did get to be with you, there wouldn't be a need for anything to separate us. I've tried to find someone else, but I'm stuck comparing them to you; no one holds a candle to you. You are my love and my curse."

She felt a single tear stream down her cheek before he quickly wiped it from her face. She looked into his eyes, searching for what she would say next. 

He was so honest with her, and if she hadn't already been in love with him, that declaration surely would've made her fall in love with him. He was truly the most beautiful man she'd ever seen and she felt awful that he had put his life on hold for her. 

"Jason, you have to know that I'm no good for you."

She wanted him to go out and find someone who could love him freely; someone who was worthy of what he felt for them. She wanted him to find someone that would make his life complete, that lucky girl that would bring his beautiful children into this world. 

She wished that she could be that girl, but that wasn't meant to be. No one could love him more than she did, but she'd have to find a way to make him move on.

"Jason, I..." she was interrupted by the voice on the speakerphone.

"Nigha, Jason, sorry to interrupt you two, but I need to see Nigha in my office."

"No problem Jack, I'll be right in" she answered.

She looked Jason in his eyes, still unable to find more words to say and left the room. 

As she was walking out, he put his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands. 

She had no idea just how deeply he felt for her. This new revelation was tearing her up inside because as much as she wanted him, she had to find a way to let him go without destroying both of them. 

She couldn't be the only woman in his life, cheating him out of a future he so richly deserved. 

He was wonderful, too wonderful to be the "other man" and she loved him enough to make sure he wouldn't be for too much longer. Little did she know that the solution was awaiting her in their boss's office.

******************** 

Jackson Miller sat anxiously awaiting Nigha's arrival. He was so excited to tell her the good news. Even though he was her boss, they were the same age. He often wondered if she remembered him. They'd first met when he'd moved to her neighborhood when he was seven. 

He always dreaded being the new kid, but his fears were soon put to rest when at recess on his first day at the new school, she just walked right up, greeted, and hugged him like it was the most natural thing in the world. He instinctively hugged her back and he knew he'd be okay because at least he had a friend. 

Even though he moved away two years later, he never forgot about that beautiful little girl that made him feel so special. He loved her instantly; the way little boys love little girls, and he always wondered what had happened to Nigha McShay. 

Jackson was transferred to this location of the firm when she was still just a receptionist with the company. He knew who she was immediately, but it was confirmed when he saw the nameplate on her desk. 

In all the years that had passed, he had never come across another Nigha, and she'd become more beautiful than he'd ever dreamed. If he weren't married with four little girls, he would've jumped at the chance to be with her. Even though she had no idea who he was, she always had a special place in his heart. He was lost in thought when his assistant informed him that she was there and let her in.

"Hi Jack, you needed to see me?"

"Yes Nigha, have a seat. Myself, as well as many members of management, have been really pleased with the work that you and Jason have been putting in lately. It's impressive that not only are you two ahead of schedule on your presentation, but that you haven't left your subordinates "blowing in the wind" so to speak."

"It's nice to know that our hard work hasn't gone unnoticed."

"Well, that's only part of the reason I asked to see you. There are two promotions that are being handed down after you and Jason blow 'em away in Miami. I wanted to speak to you first because I've come to value your insight and I wanted to offer you the first crack at the choice."

"Wow, thanks Jack! I really appreciate that. Do you really think we'll blow 'em away?" she asked as she flashed him a smile.

"There's not a doubt in my mind. You always do a stellar job, and I'm sure that Jason has been spurred on to his own success because of your drive. Nigha, they're going to promote both you and Jason to Regional Managers. One of the positions is here in Charlotte, and the other is at our Atlanta office. The position in Atlanta pays a substantial amount more than the one here, but I know that you have a family, so I wanted to offer you the choice of which position you'd like to take." 

And there it was: the way to force Jason to move on with his life and to let her live the rest of hers in peace. 

She'd make sure that he was offered the position in Atlanta, and she'd stay put. It would be hard to let him go, but it was the right thing to do; and the best thing for both of them. She loved him enough to do the right thing for him even if he wasn't willing to do it for himself.

"Well Jack, I'm sure you already know my answer; I can't uproot my family. Had this opportunity come along...well you know the rest" she said with a smile. 

"I can't think of anyone better suited for the big city than Jason. He's so confident and such a hard worker that I'm sure he'll do quite well. Although, he will be missed" she looked a little sad with the last statement, and it wasn't lost on Jackson.

"I'm sure he will be, but I think our world would end if you were to leave us" he said with a huge smile. 

They both laughed at the absurdity of his statement, but she could tell by the relieved look on his face that he was glad she'd chosen to stay.

"When will you tell him?"

"I was actually going to wait until I'd received confirmation from the head office, which would be about a week after the two of you get back from Miami, but I could tell him earlier if you like."

"No, I think that would be the perfect time. Jack, thanks for letting me know first and giving me the choice. You're the coolest boss, you know that?" 

She smiled: but looked quizzically at him, trying to place where she'd seen him before. 

She never forgot a face; but for the past two years, she just couldn't place where she'd seen his, which was a surprise because as handsome as he was, she wouldn't have forgotten him.

"So I'm told, so I'm told. I'm just glad you agree. Go on now, get back to work! Make me proud" he smiled and motioned his hands as if to shoo her out of his office. 

She just smiled and shook her head as she walked out.

Thoughts of Jason consumed her as she made her way to the elevator. Since she'd already cheated on her husband, she would make her last week with Jason a memorable one. Of course it was wrong, but she'd already been wrong twice, so what were a few more times going to hurt? 

She started to plan out exactly how their week in Miami would go. 

One Week Later:

Jason decided that after revealing so much of himself to Nigha, it would be best to just chill and keep his mind on work. 

His usual distraction had decided to take the week before their business trip off to spend with her family. It was for the best so he could have a little vacation from constantly trying not to lust after her. 

It just didn't make sense to him that he'd finally found the woman he'd do anything for, and she already belonged to someone else. He really needed to get a grip and he was glad his brother had come to visit him.

Nigha took the week off to spend with her family, and to get some real distance between her and Jason. He was driving her insane and there was only so much a woman could take. 

She'd been so busy with work that she'd neglected all of her family and she decided that she would make it up to them this week. 

She'd have lunch with her sister at her favorite little barbecue hangout and confess everything to her. 

Bria was cool, and she could understand Nigha like no one else. Even though they were three years apart, and Bria was still "model thin;" like Nigha was before the kids came along, she was pretty much a dead ringer for her older sister. So much so, she always made sure that her hair was drastically different so people could tell them apart.

"So what's up with you girl? It's like you've dropped off the face of the earth for the past two months."

"Look Bri, I'm so sorry, but I've been consumed with work. I'm glad you could make it on such short notice. I've got to get something off my chest and I trust you more than anybody."

"Oh my gosh, what is going on? By the way, you look a mess; like really, really tired. It's serious huh? What is it?"

"More like who. There's no easy way to say this, so here goes. I've fallen in love with another man..."

Bria sat stunned, mouth hanging open, looking at her sister like she was some kind of alien. 

"HO-LY-SHIT! What the fuck are you thinking? Women would kill...hell, I would kill to have a man like Brett, and you don't love him anymore?"

"No! calm down. It's not that simple. I know it sounds weird, but I'm still just as in love with Brett as ever. It's just that this other guy is really something else. I can't get him out of my head, he's driving me crazy, but I have found a way to let him go. But girl, he is sooohhh amazing!"

"You fucked him? You really fucked him? I am in so much shock right now I can't even tell you. Was it that good? How did it happen? What does he look like..." she could tell that her sister was completely distracted by something behind her. 

She turned around and knew instantly that this was the guy that had turned Nigha's world upside down. It was so obvious, but he had some guy with him, who had to be his brother, that was equally as hot. They started to make their way toward the sisters and Bria was trying to regain her composure.

Jason had been in the middle of telling his brother about his dilemma when he stopped dead in his tracks. Kane instinctively knew which one of the two gorgeous women his brother was so hung up on, and wouldn't have minded getting hung up on either one of them his damn self. 

They'd grown up in a family where the color of one's skin didn't matter in the least, so it wasn't a huge surprise that Jason had neglected to mention that the object of his affection was black, Brazilian, or whatever the hell she was. Kane just knew that she and her sister were as hot as hell, and his little brother obviously had impeccable taste in women.

Kane leaned over and said quietly to his brother "Now I see the problem. You had me thinking she was a dog with all the she's-so-brilliant-and-funny talk, but you failed to mention the she's-the-hottest-thing-I've-ever-seen part. If you want my advice: husband be damned, do what it takes man! I'm going after the other one, so don't get any next-best-thing ideas either" he laughed as he elbowed his brother and started walking over to the two ladies, ignoring Jason's silent protest.

"Nigha, I just want you to know that I officially hate your guts you way-too-lucky bitch! You've got a fine-ass man at the house, an insanely fine-ass man on the side, who just so happens to have an equally fine-ass brother who's giving you the eye right now. Girl, it's easy to just say "do the right thing" but now that I've seen his ass, I don't know what to tell you except DAMN! Why do you always get the best kind of problems? Man I hate you!" Bria said to her as the guys were walking over.

Kane walked right up to Nigha first and reached down and took her hand "You must be Nigha, I've heard so much about you, but Jason neglected to tell me how beautiful you are" he said as he kissed her hand. 

"And although I have no clue as to the name of this gorgeous creature, I'd have to be an idiot to not know that this is your sister. Jason definitely didn't mention you. By the way, I'm Jason's older and much more handsome brother Kane" he said with a laugh. 

'I guess all that smoothness and hotness runs in the family' Nigha thought to herself. 

"Well, don't blame Jase; he's never seen her before today. This is in fact my sister Bria. Bria, this is Jason and Kane."

"Kane, that is a sexy name. It definitely suits you" Bria said as Nigha rolled her eyes at her sister's lack of shame.

"Funny, I was thinking somewhere along those same lines about your name" Kane said as he took Bria's hand and looked at her like she was his new favorite dessert.

Jason tried to interject because he figured that Nigha was there with her sister for the same reason he was there with his brother. 




Jason's Story Ch. 05



"Bria, it was really nice to meet you, and Nigha, it's always a pleasure. We'll leave you two to your lunch."

"Hold on there little brother! Nigha, since Jason informs me that you're already off the market, please don't feel offended when I ask your sister out in your presence."

"Bria, if you're not busy, or attached, would you like to have dinner with me sometime? I'm actually in town to visit my little bro, and for an interview with Smith, Smith, and Simon."

"Oh, so you're a lawyer! Well, no I'm not attached, and if your predicament is the same then yes, I'd love to join you for dinner sometime soon. Could I hold your cell a minute?" 

Nigha just stood there shaking her head at her nutty sister and Jason's equally nutty brother. They were made for each other.

"Sure, as long as you don't get all stalkerish on me!" he joked and handed it over to her.

She was laughing too when she took his cell and put her name and number in his phone book. 

"Here you go, and that stalkerish thing goes both ways! Give me a call and we'll hammer out the details of our dinner."

"I'll be sure to do that Ms. McShay" he said as held her hand again, and read her last name off of his cell phone. 

"I look forward to it" he said as he flashed her a killer smile and winked at her as Jason started to drag him away.

"Girl, thank you!"

"Thank me for what?"

"For bringing my future husband into my life by cheating on yours" she said as she gave Nigha a wicked laugh.

"Bria, that is so not funny. You two could've got a room right here the way you were eye-fucking each other."

"Well, next week you and Jason will have a room, so there" she said and stuck out her tongue. 

"So, how long was it before you two fu...you know. Damn, those are some good looking men. Isn't it weird how much they look alike? If I'd only seen one of them, you couldn't have convinced me that there would be another one as hot, but then again I've heard that same thing about us."

"I wonder what Kane looks like out of those clothes."

"Well, if he's anything like his brother; fan-fucking-tastic!"

"It's like that?"

"It's like that, and then some. I've been dying to tell somebody about it. Not like gossiping, but just to get it off my chest."

"So, let's get down to it -- how was it? How did it happen? How long did it take before you gave in? How many times has it happened? Where has it happened? How big is it? How long does he last? And finally, how are you dealing with it?"

"First of all; Damn! Barbara Walters."

"Well, I'm going to try to answer your questions in order. Friggin' unbelievable, he tricked me into it, about eight months after we first met, twice, at my house and the copy room at work, I swear it's like a foot long and three inches thick, I'd have to estimate it at four hours for the first encounter and at least three for the second, and I'm not dealing with it well at all. There's just something about him, I can't resist him when he's all over me. It's never happened to me before, he just makes me melt."

Nigha waited for a response from her sister, but when she looked in Bria's face, her mouth was just hanging open. Finally, Bria said, make that almost yelled, the three words that summed up the whole situation perfectly. 

"OH MY DAMN!"

"Oh my damn, indeed."

"So how did he trick you into it?"

"Well, think about it, how many hot looking guy friends do I have? In the fifteen years that Brett and I have been together, how many times have I cheated on him? I'm not a cheater, well, I wasn't anyway." 

Bria just nodded her head, intent on hearing all of the juicy details. 

"I've told you how Brett likes it when we role play, right? Well, when he took the boys to visit his parents in Jersey about 8 months ago, Jason drove me home one day and somehow got into my house. He laid out this present and a note and I just figured it was Brett so I played along. I had on a blindfold, and I was so caught up in the moment, that I ignored the little warning signs that should've let me know something was up. Oh my gosh girl, he made me feel soohhh good before I realized what was going on...

"Look Nigha, I know Brett's no slouch, but how could you mistake Jason's monster of a cock for Brett's?" Bria interrupted and asked in a loud whisper.

"Because we weren't...because while I was blindfolded he ate me out for like an hour, and he made me cum like I never have before. I honestly didn't know it wasn't Brett."

"So you found out before penetration occurred that he wasn't Brett, so why didn't you kick his ass and get him out of your house? He ought to be glad that you didn't have his sneaky ass arrested. So..." she waited impatiently for an answer.

"Well, I did kick his ass, but I really can't explain it, we were just too far gone. My brain seizes up, and my body takes the driver's seat when it comes to that man. To tell you the truth, I'm glad I went through with it because it was AMAZING! Now, though, things have gotten a lot more complicated."

"Because of the whole "love" thing?"

Nigha gave her sister a shocked look.

"It's obvious that he's in love with you too, he just had this look in his eyes when he looked at you. It's like he doesn't see other women but you. I bet he couldn't even tell you what I look like. Damn girl, you're in deep. What are you going to do?"

"I've decided that I have to let him go; it's not fair to him, to me, or to Brett. I'm not going to leave my husband, no matter how much I love Jason, and it's not fair to him to be missing out on finding someone that's right for him. He deserves it; he's such a good guy in spite of what he did. I can see what his kids would look like, and I can't imagine someone that beautiful not pro-creating. It would be a crime against humanity!" she said with a laugh to try to lighten the situation.

"Damn, you really do love him don't you? I take back what I said earlier, I'd hate to be in your shoes right now. How are you going to let him go? If he went through all that to get to you in the first place: what makes you think he'll give you up now?"

"After we get back from Miami, he's going to be given a promotion and moved to the Atlanta office. I've made sure of it."

Bria looked at her sister with concern. "How did you manage that?"

"Our boss called me into his office and told me that Jason and I were going to be promoted after the successful pitch in Miami. He cared enough to give me the first opportunity to either move to Atlanta for more money, or take the same position here. Of course, you know what I chose" she said staring blankly at the ice cubes floating in her iced tea.

"So, what's going to happen in Florida?"

"Everything: it'll be my way of saying goodbye. Regardless of what's happened between us, he has become a really good friend. I'll miss him" she started to tear up a little when Bria jumped in to cheer her up.

"Well, there's nothing like going out with a bang is there?" 

Nigha smiled a sad little smile at her sister. 

"You know, great minds think alike."

********************

Jason and Kane had found a table on the other side of the restaurant and Kane could see the obvious look of distress on his brother's face.

"Hey man, I'm sorry about that. I just couldn't help myself; when I saw her I just had to..."

Jason cut him off mid-sentence for effect.

"Welcome to my world! I just couldn't help myself when I saw her, I just had to. It's not like I have a problem getting chicks, but I HAVE to have her. She's how I imagine crack; you know good and well it's the last thing you should be doing, but when you're doing it, it's the best thing in the world and you just can't stop. You don't want anything else, and you're constantly thinking about getting it again. I'm so crazy about her, I'm about to get hard just talking to you about her."

"Shit man! It can't possibly be that good, can it?"

"Let me put it to you like this, you know I love you and everything, but if I found out that you'd been trying to get in on that action, with my girl, I'd get locked up for trying to kill your ass! And I know you'd never do anything like that to me, but I'd still kill your ass if you did!"

"Good God! Dude, you know...she's not your girl. You're not having homicidal thoughts about her husband are you? Even though I'm a lawyer, I'm not that kind of lawyer."

"Please tell me you haven't completely lost your mind and told her how you feel about her."

"I told you I was crazy! Not crazy enough to go after her husband, but crazy just the same." he said as he smiled at Kane. 

"Oh, and she is my girl. I've already done things I never thought I would do just to get her, and I know she's married, and she's a mom, but she's mine too."

Kane looked at his younger brother in a whole new light. He was afraid for him and his obsession with Nigha. He was scared of what the answer might be, but he had to ask the question anyway.

"What "things" did you do to get her? Should I start calling in some favors?"

"No, thankfully she got over it. I can't talk about it; I just can't believe I let it get that far. I just had to have her."

"You just need some pussy...other than hers, to get it out of your system. Come on man, snap out of it. You have women throwing themselves at you constantly, take advantage."

"I can't get it up unless I'm with her, or I'm thinking of being with her. There hasn't been anybody else since I met her." 

He looked down and ran his finger across the table, then looked up at his brother as a helpless expression crossed his face. 

"I'm in love with her, and I can't get over it. I've been trying for almost a year and a half."

"You have got to be shitting me. You: the man that can't go two weeks without pussy, have only gotten some from her once in the past year and a half?"

"You're in love with a woman who's married with children; and is a co-worker no less. The only place this can go is "messy land", seriously. In five days you're going to be boarding a plane to spend a week with her in sunny Florida. Man what are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to try to keep my distance. I can't get too close to her without trying to tear her clothes off. I want her to come to me this time."

"This time? How many "times" have there been?"

"Two, and they are the best times of my life. I wish I was with her right now, man you just don't know. Don't get any ideas either!" he said as he shook a finger at Kane.

Kane shook his head and smiled at Jason. 

"Oh, I've got ideas: fortunately for you, they're about Bria. That chick is hot as hell! For both of them to be that hot, their mom must be smokin'! I can't believe how much they look alike, it's crazy."

"Really? I didn't even notice."

"Are you serious? Dude, you really are hopeless."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you" Jason said as he laughed with his brother.

He really hadn't noticed Bria; she was just someone that was with Nigha. 

He was hopeless.

********************

The remainder of the week flew by, and it was Sunday before they knew it. Jason got to the airport and checked in at the ticket counter. He was happy to find that they were flying first class, because at least he wouldn't have to hide his erection from a whole bunch of people.

When Nigha checked in at the ticket counter, the clerk informed her that Jason had already picked up his ticket, and then she was pleasantly surprised that they were flying first class. 

'Thanks Jack' she thought, instinctively knowing her boss was behind it. After she checked her bags, she started to make her way to the gate. 

"Well, here we go" she said to herself.

Jason found his seat on the plane, but opted to take the aisle seat instead. He wondered if he and Nigha would be sitting together. 

He couldn't get her out of his head and he was half-hoping that she'd be on a totally different flight. He leaned back and closed his eyes in an attempt to relax when he heard an all-too familiar voice.

"Excuse me sir, but I think you're in my seat."

'Of course when I want to be away from her, fate is conspiring against me' he thought as he sighed aloud. He opened his eyes, not expecting the sight in front of him.

It was Nigha, but he'd never seen her like this before. 

She had all of her hair piled high on her head in a big messy ponytail. She wore a tank top, clearly with no bra underneath, a pair of baggy jeans, some white Nike Shox, and not a bit of make-up. 

She looked like some college kid going home on break, not a business professional getting ready to make a pitch to some of the most high-powered people in their business. 

He couldn't help but grin at the sight of her.

"What? You were expecting someone else?" she said as she smiled down at him.

"No, just trying to figure out how a kid like you has kids of her own" he said laughing.

"Baby, you know black don't crack! Did you really want the aisle seat?"

"No, that's alright, you can have it" he told her as he started to stand. 

He underestimated how close she was, and he bumped into her so hard, she started to fall backward. 

He sprung into action; caught her arm, pulled her close to him, and wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her.

He just froze with his arms around her, and he could feel her almost bare breasts pressing into his chest. They were both breathing heavily from the excitement and their proximity. 

He looked down at her, and stared at her breasts peeking out of the dip in her tank top from being squeezed against him.

She felt his cock stiffen against her belly and knew that she had to break the tension between them.

"Well damn! If you really wanted the aisle seat, you could've just said so: you didn't have to try to knock me on my ass!" she said trying to look as serious as possible.

Jason laughed, let her go, and moved over to the window seat. She seemed so relaxed, almost like she used to be when they were together. Her demeanor calmed him down, and his anxiety about the week ahead started to fade. 

He had no idea what she had in store for them. 



Jason's Story Ch. 06



This will be the last chapter for a little while. It's by no means the end of Jason's Story, but I've been really busy lately, and Jason isn't as forthcoming about what's going on as he used to be ;) I'm sure it won't take us too long. Thanks for all of the wonderful comments, you guys inspire me!

Kitty

Chapter 6: Miami -- Day One

The remainder of the plane ride went off without a hitch. Nigha and Jason were back to their old selves; talking, joking, laughing, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. They took full advantage of the first class seating and enjoyed champagne, shrimp cocktail, and ice cream sundaes. 

After their arrival at Miami International Airport, they retrieved their luggage and checked-in at the car rental counter. To their surprise, there was only one car rented for them to use for their week-long stay. 

"Well, I guess that when the company pays for you to fly first class, you better be glad you don't have to walk to your hotel" Jason smiled as he made light of their situation.

"As long as the sharing ends with the car."

"Come on Nigha, you don't want to share a room with me?" Jason had a mock look of hurt, and put his hand over his heart as he asked her the rhetorical question.

"I might consider it if it was a two-bedroom suite...no wait, not even then. Some people might get ideas, namely YOU!" she said with a laugh as she playfully hit his arm.

Jason was the perfect gentleman, and gathered both sets of luggage and loaded them into the trunk of the Mustang convertible; opened the passenger door for Nigha, and proceeded to drive them to the Four Seasons Miami.

"What do you mean that we're to share a room?" Nigha angrily asked the desk clerk. 

"Ma'am, it's not just a room; it's the presidential suite, and it's been configured to have two bedrooms. I'm sure you'll be pleased with the accommodations when you see it."

"That'll be fine miss, I'm sure it's as presidential as you say" Jason said with a laugh.

The clerk watched as Jason gently pulled Nigha aside and calmed her down. After a few minutes of conversation, Nigha visibly relented, and they both walked over to the counter.

"Sir, Ma'am; there was a notation with the reservation that the suite was meant to be a special incentive to reward you for all of your hard work. Since there was obviously some sort of miscommunication: while we can't offer you two suites, the general manager has authorized me to offer you complimentary food and drink, as well as unlimited spa treatments throughout your stay. We appreciate your and your company's business, and we want to remain in good standing with you."

Nigha noticed the cute little blond desk clerk subtly flirting with Jason and noticed a feeling that made her very uncomfortable: jealousy. 

It was the first time she felt the slightest bit territorial about her friend and sometime lover. 

"Thank you," she paused to read the clerk's nametag, "Cyndi. You've been very helpful, and I'm sure we'll be happy with our stay."

Nigha shot Cyndi a "don't even try it bitch" look as she put an emphasis on the "our" in her statement. 

Cyndi quickly returned to her all-business demeanor and issued Nigha and Jason two key cards to the suite.

Jason had noticed Cyndi's subtle passes, and was surprised by Nigha's equally subtle change in tone and stance as she addressed the young girl. 

Jason couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the poor girl, because even though in Nigha's current attire she didn't seem all that formidable, Cyndi was clearly outclassed. 

They were assigned a concierge, and he saw to it that their bags were brought up to the room. 

They were in awe of it when the concierge opened the door. It was as big as Nigha's house, but all on one level, and way more opulent. The views were spectacular: the city on one side, and the bay on the other.

Jason was quite impressed and let out a big "Wow!"

"Well, please send my apologies to Cyndi, and let her know that I think that she was absolutely right!" Nigha said to the concierge.

He smiled and left the two of them alone in the room. A few minutes later, room service arrived with a bottle of Dom, a large platter of chocolate dipped strawberries, and a bowl of freshly whipped cream. Jason tipped the service attendant and opened the card.

"Again, sorry for any inconvenience. If there's anything else I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask. Cyndi"

"Well, I bet she's wishing you were here alone so she could help you with all of this." 

As she spoke, she'd come up behind him and put a spread hand across his stomach, and reached around him with the other and grabbed a strawberry. She pressed her body into his back as she dipped it into the whipped cream.

"Mmmnnnhh" she moaned as she took a bite.

Jason was as floored as he was aroused by her actions. He froze when she placed her hand on his belly, almost afraid to breathe. 

He felt her moan of delight vibrate in his back. For a minute he'd forgotten where they were, but was quickly brought back to his location when she moved away.

Nigha was fully aware of the havoc she was wreaking on Jason's body, but it was only the beginning. 

"Do you want some?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow, almost daring him to answer.

The sight of her, with a dollop of whipped cream at the tip of her lips was about to drive him insane. 

"I think you know the answer to that" he said as he moved in on her position, leaned over, and softly licked the cream off of her lip. 

He didn't try to move in for a kiss because he was curious about what she was up to.

He reached for a strawberry, and suggestively closed his mouth just around the tip. He bit the tip off: exposing the hollow insides, and held his mouth open while he plunged his tongue inside. 

He maintained eye contact with his love, and saw her eyelids get heavy at his perverse actions with the fruit.

Nigha almost lost her shit at the whole scene with the strawberry, but quickly brought in the reigns and decided to take things to the next level. 

"Is that pretty tasty?" 

Jason licked his lips and nodded in affirmation. 

She moved her hand over the bowl and dipped a finger in the whipped cream. Afterwards, she took a step toward him.

"They're even better with some of this."

She brought her finger up to his face: he bent his head toward her hand and slowly took her finger into his hot mouth. 

He closed his eyes, slowly swirled his tongue around her finger, and then started to roll his tongue underneath it. 

Sensing her arousal, he grabbed her around the waist and gently pressed her body into his. His actions elicited soft moans from Nigha as she felt his growing erection pressing into her stomach and the underside of her breasts.

Still curious about what was going on in her head; Jason took a step back, caressed her hand and slowly pulled it out of his mouth. 

"Mmmmnnhh, yeah that was better!"

He looked into her eyes and smiled. There was a fire burning inside her and he decided to play along with her little game and make her suffer at the same time.

"I'm going to be sweet and give you the master bedroom. Do you need any help with your bags?"

"Awww, that's cute how you made it seem like there was a snowball's chance that you were getting the master!" she laughed. 

"I will take the help with my bags though, and yes, that is sweet of you" she said as she smiled at him.

He walked over and grabbed her bags and carried them to the door of the master bedroom. She followed, and they both stopped in their tracks at the size and grandeur of the room. 

It was as big as a loft apartment, capped off by a bed that looked to be the size of a small country.

Jason unceremoniously dropped her bags and started to explore. She watched as he walked around the room, touching all of the different fabrics, and finally he sat on the foot of the bed and bounced like a child. She smiled at his actions.

"Nice, huh? I'm going to check out the bathroom."

"Man, this sucks! If I wasn't such a nice guy I would've fought you for this room."

"Well, if you're nice to me, maybe I'll let you use it one night" she said, not realizing the opening she'd just left him.

"Maybe I can be nice to you and use the room at the same time" he said in a low voice.

She laughed at his quick wit. She had no witty comeback, and decided that he'd won that round: she'd get him back.

Nigha walked over to the bathroom and was stunned by its splendor. It was the size of the steam room at her gym. 

There was a Jacuzzi tub in the center of the room that looked as though it could fit an entire baseball team. The spout to fill the tub was located in the ceiling, which they both thought was pretty cool. 

One corner was dedicated to a glass-enclosed steam shower that was about the size of her entire master bedroom at home. Another corner was a dedicated water closet that housed the commode and bidet. There were dual vessel sinks which looked to be made of Murano glass, and on the hooks behind the door hung two of the softest hotel robes either of them had ever felt.

Jason grabbed one of the robes, put it on over his clothes, and climbed into the tub. He had this look in his eyes like a child on Christmas morning. He was truly loving it.

Nigha had a devilish thought. As he was kicked back in the tub, she turned on the water and watched it rain down on him. It flowed as if a hose had been turned on him, and his eyes flew open as the cold water descended onto his head.

He let out some sort of primal scream as he jumped up, but he was soaked in a matter of seconds. As he'd resigned himself to his fate, he just stood there, water raining down on him, staring her right in the eyes.

She stood there, with her hand over her mouth, watching him for a good two minutes before she couldn't take it anymore. 

She laughed so loud; it echoed and vibrated off of all the surfaces in the bathroom.

As she was doubled over with laughter; he stepped out of the tub, grabbed her, and picked her up and brought her into the tub with him. 

She kicked and screamed, but it was hopeless, and soon they were both soaking wet. 

They stood together, eyes locked onto the other's, and Nigha suddenly noticed that the water was getting warmer. Her soaking wet tank top was clinging to her body, and Jason was transfixed by the wet t-shirt contest taking place before him.

Before he could wrap his mind about what he should be thinking; he took off his robe, while maintaining eye contact with his love, and reached up to untie her dripping hair.

Her hair fell in dripping wet, cascading curls around her face as she was frozen in her current state. 

Jason's white polo was clinging to his muscular form, and she was mesmerized by the sight of him. She reached out her hand and followed the trail of the water as it cascaded over his torso. She watched as he closed his eyes at her touch, and continued running her hands all over his upper body.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. Her shirt was almost transparent at that point, and he could make out the dip in the center of her stomach. 

He appreciated the fact that she didn't try for a "six-pack", but was happy with the fact that she had the "center line" that made a woman's flat stomach truly sexy.

Her nipples were standing at full attention, joined shortly thereafter by his cock. He took his large hands and placed them on her shoulders, and started to make his way down her arms. 

He took his right thumb and ran it over one of her stiff nipples. When she closed her eyes and let a soft moan escape, he grabbed her around the waist and forcefully pulled her into him.

She couldn't speak as she felt his stiff cock pushing against her belly. She looked into his eyes and saw the stormy blue color that was a constant fixture in her fantasies. The same stormy blue that they'd turned their first night together, and every other time that he was hot for her. 

No words were exchanged as he leaned in to kiss her. He purposely kissed her on the cheek, just outside of the corner of her mouth. Feeling his hot body enveloping her almost made her lose control; almost.

He breathed heavily as his kisses trailed across her cheek, down her long, slender neck, stopping at the dip at the base of her throat. He stuck his tongue in the crevice, and she grabbed the back of his head instinctively. 

The water had really heated up, and the large bathroom was filling with steam. It only proved to make the situation hotter, in all aspects of the word, and although she hadn't planned to give herself to him the first night of their trip, she knew that the sight of a wet Jason was too much to bear. 

He was slowly running his hands over her body, stopping only to palm her ass cheeks. 

She was really losing it, losing herself in the moment, and she grabbed the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up. She paused when the glory of his tanned stomach was revealed. 

She continued to pull it up and when she uncovered his muscular pectorals, he grabbed the shirt from her hands and slowly pulled it off.

She stood there, taking his body in when she couldn't resist the urge she'd had since the first time she'd seen him sans clothing. 

She ran a finger down the center of his chest, down the center line of his abs, and then traced a path over the ridges. She started to lick and kiss his chest, but when she reached his stomach, she caressed each ridge with her tongue.

Jason almost blew his load at the new sensation. Her hot pink tongue moving over his olive-toned skin was turning him on more than he thought possible. She moved farther down, and started to undo his belt and pants.

She was surprised to find that he wasn't wearing any underwear and on top of that, his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. 

It took a little maneuvering to free his hard cock from its denim enclosure, but when she did, she was elated by what she saw. It was the first time she'd been able to study his dick, and she was instantly wet when she felt its heft in her hands. 

He knew what was coming next, but it still didn't prepare him for the sight of it.

She started at the base of his cock, and ran her tongue down the entire length of it. She ran her tongue around the ridge under the head, and slowly took the head into her mouth. 

She was curious as to how much of it she could take into her mouth. With years of practice, she'd been able to take all of Brett's 8 inches down her throat, but Jason was almost twice as thick as her husband, and she only had days to master his huge member.

Jason felt his legs going weak, but was unable to locate something he could grab onto. He gently grabbed her head, and motioned for her to stop for a second, because his ability to speak hadn't returned. 

She looked at him; quizzically at first, but then reassured when he took a seat on the ledge of the tub. She crawled over to his new position, and grabbed his cock again.

He sighed and moaned as she continued her work on his cock. She also looked into his eyes the entire time she gave him head, and it turned him on because he knew that she was fully aware of where she was, and who she was with. 

She wanted this just as much as he did, and judging by the look in her eyes, maybe even more than he'd hoped.

When he felt his head descending her throat, he almost lost it. She placed a hand on either side of his waist for leverage. He just watched her in awe, trying not to spill his load before she really wanted him to.

"Damn it woman! Why do you do this to me" he said in a moan.

She just kept her eyes on his as she smiled at him around the cock in her mouth. She succeeded in taking about 9 inches down her throat, and it was the first time he'd ever been "deep-throated." 

She quickened her pace, and after about 10 minutes of her assault, she felt his oblique muscles start to tighten under her hands, then felt his dick throbbing in her mouth. 

"Oohhh baby, don't stop, this is fucking incredible, don't stop, don't sto...unghh, unghh, UNGHH, UNGHH!"

He started bucking his hips off the ledge of the tub, and unintentionally thrusting deeper into her throat. 

He was yelling at the end when he blew his load, and was again amazed by her as she took all of him in stride, never pulling her head back. He could feel the sounds she was making, and it really sent him over the edge. 

He came harder than he ever had in his life, and he was ecstatic that she was the one that made it happen. 

She had indeed come to him, and in return, he came for her. He was happy, for the moment.

"Wow! Where did that come from?"

He reached out and turned off the water and looked down at her. She still had his cock in her hands, looking at it intently. He studied her face for a while before she finally spoke.

"Jason, I had a plan for this week, but I realize that it's not going to work out that way."

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes with an intensity that he hadn't seen in months.

"My plan was to give you everything, and to not tell you that it would be the last times. I care about you too much to allow you to keep your life on indefinite hold for me. It's not fair to any of us; you, me, or my family. You have to go out there and find someone else; someone that's free to love you the way you deserve to be loved, the way..."

"The way that I love you?"

His words sliced through her as the storm in his blue eyes subsided, and was replaced by the pain he was feeling. 

Deep down he knew that she was right, but he didn't see a way for him to get over her.

"Jason, you know that I'm no good for you. We have to stop this; it's not good for us."

He slid down in the tub; where she was still on her knees, so that he could be eye level with her. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and put it over his heart. It was beating so hard that it felt as though it should've been visible from outside his chest.

"Do you feel that? It beats like this whenever I'm around you; whenever I think about you, every time I cum for you. I can find someone to marry me, to bear my children, and to fuck anytime I wanted; but my heart will never beat like this for her. My heart belongs to you and I know that I'll never love anyone the way I love you."

His words touched her heart and she contemplated telling him just how deeply she felt for him, but decided that the news would only twist the knife she'd just plunged into his heart. 

She ached for him, but he could never know. Her emotions got the best of her and her eyes started to well up.

Tears started to stream down her face, and he instinctively started to wipe them away. He knew that he'd said all that he needed to say, so he pulled her close to him and kissed her softly on the lips. 

She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him close to her. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and lifted her up so that she was straddling him when he put her back down.

As the kisses progressed from soft to passionate, he put his hands under her soaked tank top to touch the skin beneath. He hooked his fingers in the hem of her shirt and lifted it off over head. 

Her wild curls bounced around and into her face; he brushed them aside, and then wrapped a bunch around his hand. He pulled her hair and forced her face away from his.

"I know that you feel it too, even though you won't admit it. Part of you belongs to me and we both know it. If you want me to move on, I can only promise that I'll try, but this week I belong to you...and you most definitely belong to me!"

He kissed her so hard that he took her breath away, again. She felt as though their bodies would meld together in that tub, and she would never be rid of him, even if she didn't want to be. 

She ran her fingers through his dark mane, and started to grind her hips into his crotch. Although she couldn't figure out why, she was again surprised by the fact that he was already hard beneath her. She was trembling, and so was he, so they got out of the tub.




Jason's Story Ch. 06



He was never more than a few inches away from her as they finished shedding their wet clothes. 

When they were both completely naked, he put one arm behind her back, and the other behind her knees and scooped her up into his arms. He walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers, and gently laid her down in the center of it.

Without any words between them, she opened her legs, and he took his place between them and on top of her. She was somehow able to reach down and cover their damp bodies to stop them from shivering. He put an arm on either side of her and stopped to look down at her beneath him. 

She lay beneath him, in the center of the huge bead, with miles of big curls splayed on the pillows beneath her head. 

Her eyes were wild with lust at the hulking form above her, anxious with anticipation at what was to come.

He wanted to make love to her, and for her to know that that's what was taking place. He grabbed his throbbing member and placed it at her entrance. 

He paused and looked at the light purple mushroom head of his prick awaiting entry into her brown-tipped, fuchsia colored lips.

She was in agony waiting for him to enter her; to feel completely filled by her lover. She started to scoot closer to him trying to send him the message. 

He looked up at her face and smiled. As he did, he slowly pushed his way inside of her. She arched her back in acceptance of him, and let out a low moan as he entered her. 

He would be sure to make this time different than their previous experiences. 

He thrust in and out of her slowly and gently, and relished in the moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth.

She loosened her grip on the sheets at her sides, and placed her hands on his sides. He lowered his torso onto hers, and shifted his body weight onto his elbows. 

She ran her hands up and down his obliques, and felt them flexing with his movements. His skin was so hot to the touch, but she just couldn't get enough of it. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him the rest of the way down.

He didn't want to crush her, but he soon realized that she wouldn't have it any other way. 

He loved the way her hot body writhed beneath him, and he looked into her face again to find that she was looking into his eyes. 

He placed one of his hands behind her head, and the other at the small of her back. He used them to thrust deeper into her, and to bring her face closer to his so that he could kiss her while he made love to her.

His body weight pressed against her made her pussy feel even tighter around his cock. She could feel every inch of him inside her as he slowly made love to her; in and out, in and out, and the well timed circular hip movement was all a part of his repertoire. 

With his hand lifting her head up, she could see his movements clearly. 

She was letting out loud moans, oohs, and ahhs, and when she looked up, she noticed for the first time that there was a huge mirror on the ceiling over the bed. 

It afforded an amazing view, and in an effort to see more, she used her legs and feet to pull the covers from his back.

He was so into making love to his Nigha that he didn't even notice that she was a little distracted until he moved to look into her eyes. 

She had been looking past him, and he was curious as to what she was watching. Without missing a stroke, he turned his head around and saw what had been holding her attention.

She felt him get even harder inside her as he realized what she'd been up to. His thrusts became more deliberate as he fucked her. 

They'd been at it for the better part of an hour, when she felt that familiar heat and tingle in the pit of her stomach that preceded her orgasm.

As if he could feel it too, he started thrusting even harder, pulling out to the ridge under the head of his cock, before furiously thrusting back into her. 

He was so turned on by the fact that she was watching him fuck her that he couldn't control his pace anymore. He felt the walls of her cunt start to contract, and started to pump like a jackhammer so that he could cum with her.

Her legs were flailing wildly as he continued his assault on her pussy and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Ohhh, Jason...I'M CUMMMIINNNGGG!!" she screamed as her orgasm overtook her.

"That's it baby, cum for me...OHHH SHITT!!" he yelled as he came at almost the exact same moment.

They both grunted for the next series of stokes as he emptied his seed deep into her belly. She still watched in the mirror, admiring his sweat soaked back, watching his muscles flex as he finished fucking her. She would definitely miss this.

She grabbed him around the neck, and wrapped her legs around him again to pull him close to her. She loved the way it felt to have all of his body weight crush down on her.

"Jason, that was amazing! God, I love you."

'FUCK' she thought. 'He made me lose my shit again! Now he knows.' She tried to ready herself for what came next, to try and say that she got caught up, but he surprised her.

"I know. I love you too" he whispered in her ear.

That was it; that was all he said. She just confirmed what he had hoped. 

He'd hoped that he wasn't the only one being tortured by what he felt for her. It was nice for him to know that he did in fact know who she was, and that she loved him enough to try to do what was best for him. It was bittersweet to say the least, but it was comforting to know that she felt it too.

He rolled onto his side, and when she turned on her side to face away from him, he pulled her close and covered them up. He ran his hands down the side of her body as he kissed her neck. She pushed her body closer to him and resigned herself to the situation at hand.

"Good night Nigha. I love you."

"Good night Jason, I love you, too."

It relieved her to tell him the four letter word that summed up her feelings for him. It relieved her almost as much as it relieved him to hear it. 

It was a good thing that their first presentation wasn't until Tuesday, because they both needed to sleep in to recuperate. Within moments, they were both passed out. 



Jason's Story Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Miami - Day Two

"Mmmmnnnhhh, what are you doing?"

"Well, I got tired of stalking this beautiful woman sleeping next to me, so I decided to wake her up."

"Damn, you sure know how to wake a girl up with a smile!" she said as she looked at his face between her legs.

"I figured that I only have five more mornings to get my fill of waking up with you, so I wanted to see my favorite look on your face as much as possible" he said while smiling up at her.

She could only moan in response as he went back to the task at hand. She watched as his head moved slowly between her legs; his hair was a little longer than it should've been, but it only proved to make the scene sexier.

He was so gentle, and deliberate in his ministration to her womanhood, and she was powerless to stop him. As a matter of fact, she loved seeing him tend to her needs. 

She hated herself for feeling the way she did about Jason, but that hatred couldn't stop her heart.

When they were together, she thought of nothing else but Jason. She often wondered if all cheating spouses felt that way about their lover, or if it was her deeper feelings for him that made it different.

Jason was so amazing in the sack, it could've just been about sex, but he was just as amazing when they weren't fucking. 

That was the problem. 

She didn't just love the way he looked; the way he laughed, the way his eyes could see what was in her soul. She loved all of that, and everything else about him. 

She loved his wicked sense of humor; the way he looked at her when she was fully clothed, the way he looked at her when he was peeling the same clothing off of her. 

She really loved the way he was going down on her as she was having those thoughts about him.

It didn't take too much longer before she came again, and he eagerly licked her clean. 

She was still on fire with her orgasm, when he put his tongue at the tip of her slit, and used it to blaze a crooked trail over her belly, around each nipple, and finally to her mouth.

She turned her head, and feverishly took his tongue into her mouth. As he kissed her, she could taste herself on his tongue and mouth, and the sweet, salty taste turned her on more.

He smiled to himself at her excitement, and the urgency in her kiss. He couldn't hold back any longer and plunged himself inside of her, in a single thrust.

She was so hot from waking up to him and his morning activity, that as soon as he pushed himself inside her, she let out a loud yell, and came immediately. She shook violently beneath him, and he pushed his body weight onto her, but the pressure made her cum again.

He was startled, flattered, and turned on; all at the same time. 

He chocked it up to the fact that while she was sleeping, he'd placed a pillow underneath the small of her back and her ass. It must have put her G-spot into a much better position to respond to his invading cock...and he was loving it too.

"OH MY GOD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEEEEEE!!!" she yelled as she violently came again.

She almost deafened him in his right ear as she screamed, yelled, and moaned; but he was like a machine as he fucked her. Nothing was going to stop him, and her shouts only spurred him on; he decided he'd always keep a pillow handy for her.

After the previous night's session, and the lack of food, he'd finally started to get tired.

He raised himself onto his palms, and grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder. He felt her pussy convulsing around his cock, and was amazed that she was cumming for him, again.

She was speechless as she came for him, for the fourth time in the span of a half-hour. She was trying to figure out what was different when she caught a glimpse of them in the overhead mirror.

Her honey-brown calf was spread wide as she pushed her leg into his shoulder blade. She could see so much more in the daylight, and she watched as her foot flexed and relaxed as she moved with him. 

She noticed the contrast of her leg against his tanned back, then she realized that she could see more of herself in the mirror as well.

She was mesmerized by the look of pleasure on her face as her hot lover fucked her senseless. The muscles in his back were tense, and her eyes trailed down past his defined waist; to his perfect ass, as it flexed with each thrust. 

She looked at his thighs; lean and sculpted, as were his calves. His body was chiseled, like it was drawn according to her utmost fantasies of the perfect male form. He was made for her to lust after, why did he have to be more than that?

He was pumping into her hard, but when he looked into her eyes, they looked distant; he instantly knew what had grabbed her attention. 

He was jealous: jealous that she was getting to see their entire scene unfolding and he could only see her (not that he was complaining). He'd had enough.

He slid out of her, violently grabbed her thighs, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. It was really high, and her ass hung just over the edge, even with his cock while he was standing.

From his new position, he could arch his back and see everything that she had. He had to agree that the scene was extremely hot, and he was going to enjoy the view every bit as much as he was enjoying her.

He looked down at her; her big curls were long since dry, and wilder than ever. She had a crazy look of lust and anticipation in her eyes as she looked into his.

He started to run his hands over her stomach, hips, and thighs; then his hands found their way to her plump ass, teetering over the edge of the bed. He kneaded her cheeks, and then slowly moved his hands from her thighs to her ankles, softly squeezing the entire length of her legs.

She was totally into him at that moment; there was no way that the mirror above offered a hotter view than the one she was witnessing. 

She'd always thought her legs were her best feature, and Jason must've liked them too, due to the attention that he was paying them.

Her sizeable calves and sculpted thighs never looked as good as they did with Jason's head between, or behind them, or pressed against his glorious body; the sight of her Jason when he kissed the inside of her left ankle was making her wetter.

He could tell by her furrowed brow that his actions were driving her crazy; just what he'd intended. As he drenched her inner ankle with kisses, he looked deeply into her eyes. 

Being this close to her, without being inside her was driving his cock insane, as it always did. He was going to give it to her like never before.

The sight of his gorgeous face, his full, sexy, almost red lips and matching tongue kissing her inner ankle and calf was sending her over the edge. 

She could feel the moist, silky head of his cock hitting her ass cheeks, and she longed to have it inside her again.

As if sensing what she wanted, he looked down at his rock-hard member, still glistening with their juices. He grabbed it, and slowly stroked it to prepare for re-entry. He ran the head of his cock up and down her moist, silky smooth slit.

"Mmmnnhh, Jason please!" she sounded so desperate to be full of him again.

He wouldn't deny her this time, or try to dominate her with his words. He slid just the head into her eager pussy, and watched it flinch around him. He pulled it out, only to reinsert it just past the head again.

His teasing was frustrating the hell out of her, and she couldn't take it anymore.

"Damn it Jase, do it now, Uuunngghh!" she pleaded and commanded at the same time, while he thrust into her until his balls slapped her ass.

"Far be it from me to deny a beautiful woman what she wants, especially if it's what I want" he said with grunts as he started to steady his pace.

Her head was thrown back; her face contorted as he fucked her senseless. Her mouth was open as she yelled his name into the room, and he could see the veins in her throat pulsating. 

He was hypnotized by the way her breasts were bouncing around and he ran his hand over her stomach. He ran the other hand up and down the legs pressed against his chest and stomach and then he remembered; the mirror.

He arched his back, which pushed him deeper inside her, and instantly understood why she was so preoccupied with the view. 

Aside from her, this was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Looking up, it was like he was watching two totally different people. 

It looked as though there should've been a camera crew in the room with them, because this scene was hotter than anything he'd seen in a porno flick.

That visual of them had made him a little crazed, and he was fucking her like a madman. 

The sight of his ongoing fantasy being played out; the fact that he could watch it like it was a movie; his fevered pace, and her constant moans were all sending him over the edge.

When he looked at her face in the mirror, he noticed that she was watching too, and their eyes met. 

As if it were even a possibility, he was more turned on and harder than before. He felt her pussy quiver and knew that she was as close as he was.

"Are you ready baby?", he said in a deep, ultra-smooth voice.

She could only nod in agreement because her throat was so dry.

"I thought so" he said as he grabbed her around the waist to slam her back against him.

He was moving her hips all around as he ground his cock into her, and she was loving every stroke. 

She watched his chest and arms flex as he moved her, and she felt the heat creeping up. She went stiff as the orgasm overtook her, and Jason just kept pounding her until his own release came moments later.

He yelled as he came inside her, and then collapsed by her side on the bed. They were both exhausted, breathing heavily, and drenched with sweat. 

She looked at his body; lying next to hers, glistening with sweat. 

She again wondered just what it was about her that made him need her so much. Her heart ached at the thought of letting him go, but there was no other choice to be made. Nothing else would be fair.

"Jason, you're making this really hard for..."

He put his finger over her lips to keep her from finishing her statement.

"I only have five days left with the woman I love. I only want to think about those days; the best days of my life I'm sure, not what's ahead. Can you just let me have them?"

She looked into his eyes again, and saw the most complex look. It was lust, love, and agony all at once, and still they were beautiful.

"This week when it's just the two of us; you're just Nigha, the woman I'm madly in love with; and I'm Jason: the man you're madly in love with. Saturday you can go back to being Mrs. Brett Stevens, but today through Friday you're my woman."

She closed the gap between them and kissed him. She put her hands on the sides of his face and looked deeply into his eyes; her face not even an inch from his.

"I am madly in love with you and if that's all that matters to you for the next five days, then so be it. I am Nigha, your Nigha, and I imagine a part of me always will be."

He pulled her closer and rolled onto his back, which put her on top of him. She kissed him again, and he hugged her tightly.

She felt so comfortable in his arms, and her weight was nothing compared to his, so she wasn't worried about relaxing all of it onto his body. 

He ran his hands all over her body as she lay on top of him.

'How did I get into this?' she thought. 'Do I really want out?' She already knew the answer to that particular question, but she had to get out of that situation, and to get Jason out as well.

Both of them were hungry, sweaty, and exhausted; and exhaustion won out. The last thing she remembered was looking at the clock and reading 7:43 am.

She awoke a few hours later, to the smell of coffee, sausage, and pancakes; all her favorites. After realizing that she was alone in the bed, she grabbed one of the robes and made her way to the kitchen.

When she saw him, she stopped dead in her tracks. She'd figured that he'd ordered room service, but was pleasantly surprised to find that he was in the kitchen finishing up his breakfast preparations.

"Hey Baby! I was starving, and I knew that you would be too, so I made us some breakfast. Here, have a seat."

She walked, stunned, over to the barstool he'd pulled out for her. He was wearing nothing but his boxers, and that fact combined with his domestic prowess, made her want him again. 

She sat, and he pushed her barstool in under the granite bar.

He walked back around, as she stared at his every move, and placed their plates on the bar. He poured coffee for both of them, then added just the right amount of cream and sugar.

He sat beside her and they started to eat with the same intensity that they'd made love.

"Mmmmnnhh, oh my God Jason, this is so good. How did you get all of this?"

"Well, the ingredients for the pancakes were already here, but I called down to the front desk and asked Cyndi to get the sausage and coffee. She was all too happy to help a guy out!"

"I bet she was! Was that what you were wearing when she made her delivery?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow looking at his outfit, or lack thereof.

"Uh huh! She could barely contain her excitement too. After about a minute of looking me over, she couldn't keep her eyes off of this" he said as he grabbed and shook his cock through his boxers.

"Well, I never said she was blind. You've got to be used to women falling all over you by now. You've had how many years of experience now?"

"I'd have to say it started when I was 15...so 14 years now. Wednesday will make it 15" he said nonchalantly while taking a sip of coffee.

"WHAT? You mean to tell me that your going to be stuck on a business trip on your 30th birthday?"

"HELL NO! What I am going to be is: with the woman I love, who also loves me, in a beautiful city, in a kick-ass suite on my 30th birthday. If I'm really lucky, I'll be making love to said woman that night!" he said with a smile as he took a bite of sausage.

"Who would've thought that my boss would come through with the best birthday present ever. Thanks Jack!"

"At least I know what to get you for your big day" she said as she took a sip of her coffee. "Oh my gosh, how did you know?" It was exactly how she liked it, really light and really sweet.

"Woman, when will you get it? I-LOVE-YOU! I've watched; no, make that studied you for a year-and-a half, picking up every detail I could about you. How you like your coffee was easy. It's just how I like my coffee, and my woman."

She looked at him, shook her head and smiled. Damn he was smooth.

They finished breakfast and decided to go and see some of the beautiful city that they were in. They went to shower, separately, and Nigha made a call from her room. She'd checked in with her husband and kids; then showered.

Jason knew who she was talking to when he heard her behind the closed door to her room. He could always tell by the tone of her voice when she was on the phone with her husband; hating the fact that that was something he could never be. 

He decided that it would be best to not focus on things that couldn't change, instead focusing on the rest of their time together.

He finished first, and waited for her on the sofa. He clicked on the large LCD television, and started to flip through the channels. He didn't hear her door open, but knew she was standing behind him because he could smell his favorite perfume.

"Damn, he's hot!" she said watching the television.

"What or who are you talking about?" he had no idea which channel he'd stopped on.

"Well, we both know you're always hot. I was talking about him" she said pointing at the television.

He couldn't look away at first because he was so taken with how beautiful she was. 

She had all of her gorgeous curls piled high on her head, with a few hanging loose; a white strapless sundress that accentuated the hue of her flawless skin and showed the perfect amount of her cleavage, and no makeup.

"His name is Raoul Bova, and he's the third hottest man I've ever seen" she said ignoring the fact that Jason wasn't paying attention to the television.

"I know who he is; he's my cousin" he said not even looking at the TV.

"You're full of shit! He is not your cousin."

"Technically, he's my mother's cousin and my second cousin."

"Oh my goodness! I can't believe I've never noticed it before, but you look a lot like him. Except for the color of the eyes, your brother's eyes look just like his, but yours are the blue version of those same eyes" she said as she studied his face like it was the first time she'd seen it.

"So, all that hotness does run in the family! Now that that's out of the way, let's get out of here."

"Not just yet. The third hottest? Who are one and two on your list?"

"Brett...and you of course."

"Which of us is number one on the list?"

"Nunya!"

"Nunya, huh? Cute." He flicked the TV off and stood to face her.

Nigha was impressed that he knew that "Nunya" was old-school slang for "none of your damn business" and smiled.

She hadn't paid much attention to him until that point. 

He had on a black "wifebeater" tank top showcasing his chiseled physique, long khaki shorts, and flip-flops. His hair was still damp and messy, which only added to his sexy factor.

It was the first time she'd seen him so completely dressed down, and it blew her away. If they didn't hurry up and leave, she was going to have to throw him down and rip his clothes off.

"Damn woman! Come on; let's go!"

"Or what?"

He quickly moved closer to her, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him.

"Or I'm going to throw you over my shoulder, take you back into that room, and rip your dress off!" he said in a low, deep voice.

"Oh!" she said as she cleared her throat. "Then I guess we'd better get going."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked as he leaned in and kissed her.

She moaned into his mouth as he moved a hand under her dress, and palmed one of her bare ass cheeks.

"Will you ever get enough?"

"Of you? Never, but I'll have to settle for all that I can get this week now won't I?" "Jason, we have to get out of here" she said as she pulled away from him.

"Whatever you want honey. Now like I said before; let's go."

They finally made it out of the room, and Nigha smiled and waved at Cyndi as they walked past the front desk. 

Jason followed closely behind, happy to watch her calves flex, and her hips sway as she walked.

They spent most of the day walking, laughing, and enjoying the sunshine and their free time. Nigha bought a few things for her sons, husband, and also something extra special for Jason.

They grabbed some sandwiches and had an impromptu picnic in a park by the bay. Jason was happy, and so was Nigha, at the freedom to just be themselves; two people in love. At that point in time, it was all that mattered. Though in time, things would become much more complicated.



Jason's Story Ch. 08



Sorry for taking so long, but there was/is a lot going on. The next chapter is over half done, and I will post as soon as possible. Thanks for all of the great reviews, and I hope this installment was worth the wait!

Kitty



Chapter 8: Miami – Continued

They decided to turn in early on Monday, because they had to give their presentation at noon on Tuesday.

It was hard not to, but they didn't make love that night. They did sleep together, very closely, but just snuggled as they fell asleep.

Nigha awoke first, and just lay there watching him as he slept. She smiled at the look of utter peace he had on his face and wondered just what he was dreaming about.

He was dreaming about her, or more accurately, them. 

Her husband was nowhere in the picture, and they were older. He smiled as two handsome young men sat on either side of him, and two beautiful little girls; with his eyes and Nigha's beautiful hair ran to him yelling "Daddy, Daddy."

Nigha walked over to him, and she looked totally different. She was a bit too thin for his liking, and she had a huge scar on the left side of her face, but her eyes were still the same and filled with love for him.

She smiled looking down at all five of them, and leaned over and gave Jason a kiss.

"Time to wake up" she sang the words like they were a little song.

"But I'm already awake, can't you tell?"

"Not now. Time to wake up."

"What do you mean not now?" He looked at her in confusion.

"Jason, I love you. In time you'll understand. Time to wake up!"

"Wait, wait, wait; tell me now. What do you mean?"

She was talking to him, but there was no sound. He could read her lips, and she kept mouthing "Jason, I love you."

Everything started to fade away, and his eyes popped open.

He awoke in a panic saying "Wait, wait, don't go!"

Nigha heard him, ran in from the bathroom, and sat beside him on the bed. 

"Jason, it was just a dream. It's time to wake up. Are you alright?"

"What?"

He looked like he'd been to hell and back and still didn't realize that he had made it back.

He looked into her eyes for the first time as she touched his face, and he grabbed her and hugged her really tightly.

"You were smiling when I woke up. I figured since you were having sweet dreams, I'd let you sleep a while longer."

"Oh God, it was so weird! It started out great, but it went so wrong in the end."

"It's got you really flipped out, what was it about?"

"It was...I really can't remember" he said as he sighed and lowered his head.

"Well, it was just a dream, but it is time to wake up" she said as she kissed his forehead, and put his head on her shoulder.

Her words sent chills down his spine. He remembered everything about the dream, and when she kept saying what she'd said in it, it creeped him out.

He wanted to tell her about it, but decided against it. He didn't want to make her feel weird too. 

********************

"Pants or skirt?"

"What are you trying to do to me?"

Jason was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing only a towel. He looked as though he was in pain because of the way she looked.

Nigha was holding up a skirt suit, and a pants suit. She was wearing just a bra and panties underneath her open robe, accessorized by a pair of stiletto pumps.

"Come on Jase! I value your opinion, so pants or skirt?"

"How 'bout neither."

"Unfortunately for you, that's not an option. Come on now, be serious!"

"Well, we really want this thing to be a success, and I haven't met the man yet that hasn't been swayed by those legs. I'm going to have to go with the pants!"

"Great, skirt it is!" she said laughing at the fact that she'd totally ignored his selection.

"So what do you think, suit or this?"

He grabbed his suit and held it in front of himself, and moved it to the side to gesture to the other suggestion; his towel.

She started to walk over to him, finally having noticed that he was standing there in just a towel. She reached up and grabbed the suit from his hand, and hung it back up. She stepped inches away from him and grabbed his towel.

"Mmnnnhh, for the women in the room, I'm gonna have to go with the towel. On the condition that you're only wearing this underneath."

She tugged on the towel; it fell to the floor and pooled at his feet, revealing a raging hard-on. She smiled as she grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly.

He let out a low groan, and his eyes rolled back in his head. 

She rubbed the tip across her belly, and she bent over and kissed the head. She squatted down and picked up the towel, wrapped it back around his waist, and licked his left nipple.

"Nope. Not quite ready to share that with anyone else; I think you should wear the suit" she said while he looked down at her dumbfounded. She started to walk away when he jumped into action.

"Oh no you don't!" he said as he quickly walked up behind her and spun her around to face him. He grabbed her robe at the collar and quickly pushed her back against the nearest wall.

"Jason, we have to get ready" she said breathing heavily.

"You should've thought of that before you did this to me. Besides, we've got hours."

He leaned over and started to kiss her neck and shoulder as he slid her robe off. She moaned as he ran his hands across her stomach and sides, and just as her legs started to go weak, Jason placed his hands around her waist and lifted her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pushed her back against the wall. She could feel his cock pressing against her panty-clad pussy.

"Jason, we really can't do this right now. We've got to ge..."

He interrupted her statement with a passionate kiss, and ran a finger across her moist slit. He grabbed her thigh, and pulled it away from his waist.

She brought the other leg down, and he lowered her back to the floor.

"I know. I just wanted to get you all hot and bothered too."

She stood with her back against the wall on wobbly legs, still breathing heavily.

"I'm sure you'll be happy to know that you succeeded. I guess I had it coming. Truce?"

"Only until we're done with the meeting and lunch; after that, it's on!"

She looked at him with wonder, his towel barely hanging on. 

He reached down to adjust himself, fully aware that her eyes were glued to him. He slowly stroked his cock through the towel just for her viewing pleasure. 

She was pleased, but hurriedly walked over to her suit and started to dress. She had to put some more layers of fabric between them.

He stopped his actions, fixated on hers as she dressed. He took a seat in the armless chair just to enjoy the view. It was the first time he'd watched her get dressed, and he had no idea how sexy it would be to him. 

She started by allowing the robe to fall from her body and pool at her feet. She bent over to pick it up, and tossed it onto the bed; at that point, Jason started to see things in slow motion.

She bent over and took the charcoal gray, pinstriped skirt off of the hanger and unzipped it. She lifted one foot, followed by the other and put them through the waist opening, and then pulled it up her long legs, and did this little dance move to get it over her full hips.

She reached for her crisp, white shirt, and buttoned it from bottom to top, leaving the top three buttons undone. When she reached to pull her hair free from the collar, she caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. 

He was staring at her; hypnotized by her actions. He was watching, and slowly stroking his cock, longing to be inside her once again.

The sight of him; pleasuring himself at the mere sight of her turned her on immensely. It was a good thing that they had three hours before the meeting, because she was going to get it.

She was still moving in slow motion as she turned to face him. Slowly walking toward him, she moved like a lioness stalking her prey.

"See something you like? Something you want?"

He stared at her blankly and nodded his head. She continued walking toward him until she stopped, standing between his spread legs.

"If there's something I can do for you, you have to tell me...OOOHH!

He reached up and in two swift moves; lifted her skirt, and ripped the g-string from her body. Holding her still, he ran his hands all over her full hips and round ass, and she moaned at his touch.

She backed away from him, and changed her position to one where she was straddling one of his legs.

He put his hands back to their previous spots and continued. He purposely brushed her swelling clit lightly as he kneaded the top of her inner thigh.

She looked down at him through barely open eyes, and placed her hands over his to stop his movement. She placed his hands at his sides; moved in front of him, pulled the tip of the towel tucked in at his waist, and pushed it off his lap.

She reached out for his cock and slowly stroked it while running her other hand over his chest and stomach. After dropping to her knees, she stuck her tongue out and licked the full length of his cock while looking him in the eyes.

He groaned aloud, and let his head fall back when she took him into her mouth.

She moved her head up and down a few times before letting his cock fall out with a soft plop. She stood, straddled his legs, and waited for him to open his eyes.

He lifted his head, and reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. Without opening his eyes, he nuzzled his face against her stomach while running his fingers across her wet slit.

She ran her fingers through his hair, relishing its smell and feel. 

"Stop" she said in a commanding tone.

He did as she said, but still didn't open his eyes.

"There's not too much you can do with closed eyes."

"Wanna make a bet?"

With his eyes still closed, he reached up and when he caught hold of her shirt, he started to unbutton it in the same order that she'd buttoned it.

When he reached the top, he slowly brushed her shirt away and felt the wisp of air as it fell to the floor. 

She watched his hands as he methodically ran them over her stomach and across her breasts and arms. He wasn't at all clumsy in his movements; he knew her body as if he'd sculpted it himself.

He pulled her close to him, her stomach inches from his face; she could feel his hot breath on her skin. He started slowly kissing and running his face across her stomach. It was driving her crazy, and she was getting ready to take what she wanted.

She leaned into him and ran her hands across his shoulders, admiring the dips and curves that shaped them.

He reached around to her back and unzipped her skirt. Slowly pulling it off of her, he mimicked the little move she did, and maneuvered it off of her hips. She stepped out of it when it fell to her feet.

She moved her legs so that one was on either side of his hips. She bent back, reached down, and gently grabbed his cock and pointed it at her entrance.

His brow furrowed at her actions, and he let out a soft groan; but still didn't open his eyes.

She lowered herself to a point where his cock was just inches away from her pussy. 

"Where am I?" she whispered in his right ear.

"Inches away from where you should be" he replied.

"How can you tell?" she asked in between the kisses she was planting on his neck.

"I can feel the heat, can't you?"

"Do you mean this heat?" she said as she ran his cock along her hot, wet slit.

"Mmmnnhh, God yes!" he moaned.

"You have to do something for me first."

"Name it!"

"Look at me and tell me what you want."

He slowly opened his eyes, and looked right into hers.

"You, all of you; ONLY you!" he said as he kissed her slowly.

She placed his cock at her entrance, and started an excruciatingly slow descent as they moaned into each others mouths.

The seat of the chair was the perfect height because she could use the strength in her legs to help her ride his cock.

He watched in awe as she took complete control of him. She rolled her stomach back and forth, as she arched her back, while slowly riding him.

It brought him back to the first time they were together; when he thought that life couldn't get any better than that moment. 

It could, and had.

'God help me, what is it about this woman? I don't think I can let her go' he thought to himself. 

He looked down and admired her thighs as they flexed and relaxed at her movements. Soft, strong, and damn sexy; just like her. Everything about her was a metaphor for something else about her.

She was a part of him now, burned into his soul, and he knew that he was ruined for all other women.

She had quickened her pace; riding him like a woman possessed, but the faster she went, the slower his vision of her became.

Hair bouncing wildly, mouth forming an "o", body glistening with sweat: she was holding onto his shoulders as she bounced on his hard cock.

He pulled her into him and hugged her around the waist. He started to match her stride, and thrust back into her as she screamed his name.

He could tell that she was close when he felt her back muscles twitch, and quickened to a "jackhammer" pace. He was close too and wanted them to cum together.

In her excitement and ecstasy, she grabbed a handful of his hair and violently pulled his head back. Through a series of matching grunts they came; hard and loud.

"Woman, you don't know what you do to me" he said as he devoured her neck.

"I think I do" she said with a lusty rasp to her voice, "because it's obvious what you do to me".

He held her close, and she placed her chin on top of his head. After staying like that for a good twenty minutes, they got up and showered...again.

**********

The board members of the other company were so impressed with Nigha and Jason's presentation that they made no effort to try and hide their delight. One of the VPs kept calling them the "dynamic duo" and said that one of them was more than capable of handling the presentation, but the two of them practically guaranteed a closed deal.

He nudged Jason when he said that Nigha was that guarantee, and the room filled with laughter. Good thing she opted for the skirt!

They were treated to lunch by the members of the board, and could only hope that their own company's board was as laid back and fun to be around.

When "lunch" started to wind down at 4 pm, Nigha called ahead to the hotel and ordered a little celebratory room service for the two of them and asked that it be delivered around 8.

They were finally able to break away after 2 more hours, countless lucrative job offers, and a few drinks too many. Nigha had started to make plans for Jason's birthday the next day.

They got back to their room with just enough time to change and chill out before Nigha's surprise dinner arrived. The doorbell rang promptly at 8, and when a shirtless Jason answered, Cyndi came strolling in behind a room service cart.

"Wow! Who sent all this up?"

"I received notice from the kitchen that you're order was ready, so I figured I'd bring it up."

Just then Nigha entered the room, drying her hair with a towel. She was wearing a spaghetti strap cami top, and a pair of very short boxers. The temperature difference between the living room and the shower that she'd just come from was clearly indicated by her erect nipples.

As Cyndi did her best to flirt with Jason, his eyes immediately went to Nigha, and Cyndi immediately rolled hers.

"Surprise! I tried to make it out before the food arrived, but Cyndi was just too quick for me" Nigha said with a plastered smile. "So let's see" she said starting to uncover the trays of food," yep, crab cakes, lobster chowder, and filet mignon; exactly what I ordered!"

"These are all my favorites! How did you know?" Jason looked at Nigha in amazement.

"Because, friends know what friends like" she said with a sly smile. "Uh oh, Cyndi, I was so inspired by the champagne and chocolate covered strawberries you had sent up our first night here that I was hoping we could get some of those as well. Would that be too much trouble?"

"No ma'am. I'll have it sent up right away" Cyndi said, masking her displeasure.

"Cyndi thanks so much, you've really been a dear" Nigha said all too sugary-sweet.

Jason picked up on it immediately and smiled to himself. "Yes, thank you Cyndi."

"No problem Mr. Branson; Mrs. (heavy emphasis on the Mrs.) Stevens" Cyndi said as she quickly walked out of the room.

"You really don't like her do you?" Jason asked with an amused look and raised eyebrow.

"No! No I don't!" she replied in the same sugary-sweet tone and plastered smile she'd used on Cyndi, and they both laughed.

"Why don't you like her Nigh? Jealous are we?" he said with a wicked smile on his face.

He was surprised with how quickly she was on him. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him close to her; running her hands over his chest and stomach.

"Jason, I'm very territorial by nature and when I see some little bimbo trying to move in on my...what's mine – well let's just say that little miss Cyndi doesn't want to see my claws and fangs."

She'd started circling him, running her nails around his body as she walked; obviously driving him crazy.

"If it gets you all hot and makes you feel good inside...yes, I guess I am a little jealous. But there is no denying" she stopped circling and stood behind him as she spoke; pressing her chest into his back, her hot breath on his skin, "that for the time we are in Miami I am yours, and you are mine!"

"Oh shit that's hot!" he groaned.

"Let's eat before our food gets cold" she said abruptly stopping her assault. She noticed that he was covered in chill bumps "cold?"

"On the contrary, I couldn't be any hotter" he said holding his cock through his shorts. "You're just lucky that I'm starving."

"Really? Well then come on and eat" she said with a laugh.

They had dinner and dessert out on the large terrace overlooking the city, watched "Something New" with Sanaa Lathan and Simon Baker, and went to bed; sans sex.

Wednesday:

Nigha awoke earlier than he, and although she really didn't want to, she slid away from him and got dressed. He rolled over onto his back, the sheets barely covering his crotch, his boxers hanging low on his hip. He was truly the most beautiful man she'd ever seen, and she felt a little pang in her stomach at their situation.

'Today is all about him and what he wants' she thought to herself. 'Not gonna get bogged down with guilt, regret, or any of that shit today...God and Brett forgive me, I love him.'

She looked down at him as she pulled her huge curls back into a messy ponytail. He smiled as if he could hear her thoughts in his dreams. "Mmmnnhh Nigha" he moaned as he rolled onto his side, kicking off the remainder of the covers.

"Damn it, why do you have to be so fucking hot?" she said in a whisper to herself. "I've got to get out of here!"

She kneeled on the bed beside him, and couldn't resist running her fingers down his side reveling in the way they rippled over his chiseled form. Resisting her more primal urges, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and placed a note beside him on the bed.

Dressed in a tank top, shorts that no one else her age could get away with, and her favorite Shox; she was out the door to do some special shopping.

Her first stop was the front desk to make dinner arrangements with their concierge. Steffan was much more fun to deal with than Cyndi, mainly because he was more interested in her than her man.

Her next stop was a fun little shop called "Tricks" and she smirked at the implication in the name. It sold sexy clothing, and toys for that intimate kind of fun. She picked out two outfits, a few accessories, and hurried out.

She noticed this little bakery, no make that patisserie down the street from the hotel, and was greeted by the most wonderful aroma when she went inside. She picked up some coffee, croissants, and placed an order for a special delivery for later. When she told the couple where it was to be delivered, she learned that they were Steffan's parents. "Perfect."




Jason's Story Ch. 08



She had one more stop to make after seeing it in the window of the boutique. A few minutes after she walked in; the stunning red dress and equally gorgeous strappy red heels came off of the mannequin in the window.

**********

He began to stir about an hour after she left and when he reached out to pull her close to him, he noticed that she was gone.

"Nigha...baby...where are you?" he called out in vain. When he sat up, he felt a crumple under his right hand. He opened the note and it read:

Morning gorgeous! I had to run a few errands and 

didn't want to wake you. Stay put and I'll be back soon.

Love,

Nigh

"Love, Nigh" he said and thought aloud. "Damn sure do."

He reached out and pulled her pillow closer and hugged it tightly against his body. He buried his face in it, taking in the scent of her, and groaned aloud.

"Nigha, how am I supposed to let you go? I don't think you're supposed to love someone as much as I love you and just walk away; it doesn't make any damn sense! Jeez man! Get a hold of your self. Jackass, you got yourself into this mess and took her with you and now you're both going to get hurt. Why the hell am I talking to myself out loud?"

"Apparently you needed to Jackass!" he continued berating himself aloud. "Look, that's not what this week is about, least of all this day. I'm in a beautiful city with the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, and that's all I need to think about until my fantasy ends. Get it together man, you're slippin'."

He laughed out loud at the conversation he was having with himself, hoping he'd won the argument. 

He hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After punching in his preferred water temperature on the keypad, he hopped in and took a deep breath as the hot water cascaded over his body. Running his soapy hands over his body, he could picture her hands all over him again. Her long slender fingers caressing him, sending shockwaves through his core as she did.

His cock started to grow hard with his fantasy of her, as he finished the task at hand. He stared blankly at the suds as they made their way around his feet and down the drain in the middle of the huge shower. "Down boy, we'll get her when she gets back" he said to his cock with a wicked grin.

***********

When she got back to the room, she carefully opened the door so as not to awaken her sleeping beauty; if he was still asleep.

She took the coffee and croissants and put them on the kitchen counter, and hid the other bags. She looked in the room and when she saw that he wasn't still in bed, she walked in further and heard the shower.

"Don't go in there girl, you know what the sight of wet Jason does to you! By the way, stop talking to yourself...crazy!" she shook her head and laughed quietly on her way back to the kitchen.

She was putting the croissants on a plate, and taking out the half-&-half and sugar for the coffee when he walked into the kitchen in nothing but a towel.

"Mmph, mmph, mmnph, 30 never looked better Birthday Boy."

"Boy? If I'm a boy, then what does that make you?"

"Pardon me sir, make that Birthday Hunk" she said with a smile.

"Hunk huh? Well, anything's better than boy."

She stood there staring at him. The man was damn sexy covered from neck to toe, but in a towel; he was almost too much to bear.

He knew just how to wear it to drive her crazy too. It was barely hanging on to his lower hip, just above his cock, clearly accentuating the "V" he was so proud of, and the same part of his body that he knew drove her wild.

"Alright sexy, come sit down and have a croissant or two and some coffee."

"As you wish beautiful. Croissants huh? Any petit pan au chocolat?"

"Holy shit! I thought I was the only one who knew about those" she said as she looked at him in amazement.

"Girl please!" he said as he put a big piece of the pastry into his mouth. "Those things are my only other weakness."

"Other weakness? What's your main weakness?" she asked daftly.

He stopped chewing, looked deeply into her eyes and said one word, "You."

She was dumbfounded and speechless as he went back to eating like his declaration warranted no such reaction.

She watched his lips as he chewed, and noticed how sexy he looked when his jaw flexed like that. Every few bites, he'd stop and roll his eyes at how good the croissant tasted, and it was akin to the look he got in his eyes when he came for her.

Trying to focus on something other that his lips and jaw, she decided that talking would be the best distraction. "So, do you have any plans for today?"

"Nah, I figured I'd just chill out and prepare for tomorrow's presentation. What about you?"

"Well, there's this guy I know that is turning the big 3-0 today, and I planned on spending my day with him followed by something special tonight."

"Lucky guy! Does he have any idea about all of this?"

"I think he might think he knows, but he has no idea!" she said with a sparkle in her eyes and a big grin."

"I wish I could spend MY birthday with someone like you."

"Well sexy, consider your birthday wish granted" she said as she bowed and made that circular movement with her right hand. "So finish up, get dressed and we'll get out of here and see some sights."

**********

"OK Jase, I've made some plans for tonight, and I've laid out what you're going to be wearing."

"Presumptuous much? What makes you think that you can just lay my clothes out for me and I'm going to wear them?"

"Well, I think if you want to go out with me than you'll wear whatever I require" she said with a challenging tone and a raised eyebrow.

"As you wish my lady, wait..., it's not a bowtie and a pair of black booty shorts is it?"

"Though you've definitely got the looks and bod for it; no, besides, I need you to make me look good" she said with a smile.

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him.

"You don't need any help in that department" he said in her ear. "There's not a second that passes where I don't want to rip your clothes off and take you."

"Mmmnnh...stop it, stop it; we have plans freshly older man! Go get ready, NOW!" she said and started to push him toward his room.

"I'm going to go take a shower and I want you to get ready while I do. When I get out, I'll fill you in on the evening's festivities."

"Ooohh yes ma'am!" he said with a laugh and a mock salute.

"March soldier!" she retorted and smacked his butt as he walked off.

When he walked into his room, he saw that she'd picked out his black Armani suit (a Christmas gift from Mom), a black dress shirt, and on top of it was a box with a bow. Inside was a deep, cranberry red tie, which made him smile.

"That woman always looks hottest in red" he said to himself.

Riddled with excitement, he rushed a shower, dried and styled his hair, and put on the ensemble she'd laid out for him.

When he walked out into the living room, he was surprised to see her sitting there in a bath robe.

"I thought we had plans" he said.

"We do. Steffan has arranged for a car to take you to our destination, and I'll be there about fifteen minutes after you're seated."

"Why can't we just go together?"

"Come on Jase, I'm going for a mood here; work with me!"

"This better be good; don't keep me waiting too long" he pleaded.

She stood on the couch to look him in the eyes. "I promise it'll be worth the wait Jason" she said before she kissed him deeply.

After he walked out of the room, she frantically started to get ready. She pulled out the dress and shoes she'd bought for the occasion, which not coincidentally, matched his tie perfectly.

She'd almost forgotten how perfectly the dress fit her; it was as if it was made for her body. It was that deep shade of red that complemented the red hue of her skin tone, had a plunging neckline, spaghetti straps, a lace-up back, and splits on both sides of the full skirt bottom that reached high thigh. The way the material draped down past the waist, made the splits not clearly visible.

The matching sandals were just as sexy. They were strappy and wrapped around the ankle and lower leg three times.

She left her hair in its natural big curls, put on her "sexy mama" nighttime make-up, and true to her word, was out the door in 15 minutes.

*********

Jason was impressed by her choice of their evening destination. It was a club and restaurant combo with a different theme for each floor. The first floor was dedicated to the restaurant, the second was a karaoke/live band setting, and the top floor was a hip-hop/top 40 club.

The hostess recognized him and immediately seated him in a booth facing the front entrance. She asked him what he'd like to drink while he waited for his date, to which he replied a Tom Collins. She brought it out to him within 5 minutes, and said that she'd bring his date over as soon as she arrived.

He'd been sitting and perusing the menu for about 20 minutes when a flash of red caught his eye. He looked over at the entrance as the hostess and the lady in red were making their way toward him.

"Holy shit!" he said aloud, unable to contain himself.

She was stunning to say the least. The deep red complementing the reddish-brown hue of her skin; her long caramel legs shimmering in the low light, the swing in her hips as she walked making the skirt of the dress sway. He was sprung and was well aware.


"Waiting long?"

"I don't know or care how long I've been here. You were definitely worth the wait" he said as he looked at her with hungry eyes.

The hostess was taken with the couple. "I wish a man that looked like that would look at me like that" she said with a little laugh. "Ma'am, I'll be right back with your drink, and I have to say that you do look incredible in that dress."

Jason just looked at her like a man freshly released from prison, as the hostess paid her the compliment.

"Thank you sweetie, you've been very helpful" Nigha said with a little wink.

A few silent minutes passed between them before either one spoke. He was mesmerized by her beauty, and she couldn't help but be taken by how damn sexy he looked in the suit she'd picked out for him. Finally, Jason broke the silence.

"She's right you know; you do look incredible in that dress."

"You're looking pretty hot yourself there GQ."

"I just do what you tell me, but I can tell you that there's going to be a problem tonight."

"Why?"

"Because if we try to move away from this table, everyone is going to know that I can't wait to get the lady in red back to a room."

She looked at him, speechless, and about a minute after he'd made the last statement, the hostess returned with her Appletini. 

As they waited for the waiter to come and take their dinner order, Nigha figured it was the perfect time to give him his gift. She reached into her purse and took out a black box tied in a red ribbon topped with a red bow.

The perfect color coding was not lost on Jason.

"Happy 30th Birthday Jason" she said, beaming as she slid the box in front of him.

"Baby, you didn't have to get me anything. Just being here with you was more of a fantasy than I could've ever hoped for."

"That is one of the sweetest things I've ever heard, but it's already done so go on and open it."

Jason pulled the edge of the bow and it fell away from the box taking the ribbon along with it. He lifted the top portion of the box and inside was a stainless Tag Heuer watch with a black face.

"Oh my God! Nigh, this thing must've cost a fortune! I can't take this, it's just too much."

"Jase, didn't your mother ever tell you that it was rude to bring up price when you're talking about a gift? Besides, it's too late; take it out and look at the back."

He undid the catch on the watch band to get it out of the box and turned it over in his hand.

To remember our wonderful time together.

My Love,

Nigha

XXX

He looked into her bright brown eyes with so much emotion that it made her heart melt. That look made it worth every penny she'd paid for it.

He got the symbolism of the watch and inscription, and the fact that the 3 Xs symbolized kisses as well as the Roman numeral for this particular birthday. Anyone could read the inscription, but only the two of them would understand its true meaning. 

"Nigha, I'll always wear it..." he'd started to say before the waiter came up to take their order.

She smiled when he placed his order because it was the exact same thing that she was going to order; the filet (medium) and lobster tail with a side of steamed veggies. It was almost sad the level of compatibility she shared with him because of the fact that their love affair would soon have to end.

They sat in silence, sipping their drinks while Jason kept looking down at his wonderful birthday gift. If there had been any doubt in his mind about how she felt for him, it was erased when he read the inscription.

With her impatience growing, she unceremoniously got up and walked over to his side of the table. After ordering him to scoot over, she sat down next to him and took the watch out of his hand.

"What are you..."

"I can't wait for you to get around to it. I have to see what it looks like on you!"

She took his left hand and placed it in her lap as she put the watch on his wrist. The placement of his hand pulled the material of her dress further into her lap exposing all of her left leg.

After she'd fastened the watch, he slowly slid his hand from her lap to her left thigh and gently caressed her leg. He loved the feel of her skin; always soft, smooth, and warm to the touch.

As the tension between them was reaching higher levels, the waiter approached the table with their order and got an eyeful of Jason's hand on Nigha's leg. Nigha moved back to the other side of the table before he placed their entrees in front of them.

'Whew! Saved by the waiter' she thought.

'Damn waiter!' he thought.

They made quick work of their meal; Nigha paid the bill with some protest from Jason, and she told him that they were moving to the second level. 

They ordered a few more drinks and grabbed one of the bar tables surrounding the dance floor. Jason excused himself and told her he'd be right back.

Nigha had been sitting alone for a few minutes when she noticed that the music hadn't been playing for a few minutes. Not thinking too much of it, she heard a familiar voice on the microphone, and made her way over to the band.

"This one is dedicated to the lady in red" she heard that unmistakable voice say, and then heard a familiar strum of the guitar.

She made her way to the front of the crowd and saw Jason sitting on a stool with an acoustic guitar across his lap. Then the words to her favorite song started to roll off of his more-talented-than-she'd-realized tongue.

Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel?
To know that I love you baby...
Tell me how you love me more, and how you think I'm sexy baby,
That you don't want nobody else; you don't want nobody else,
You don't want this guy, you don't want that guy, you wanna;
Touch yourself when you see me, and tell me how you love my body,
And how I make you feel baby...

She had no idea that Jason could sing. She also didn't think that she could love that song any more than she already did; until that moment. 

The crowd was held captive by the chemistry between the mystery man on the mic, and the lady in red. She looked on in a state of shock as he continued his serenade with words that rang so true to their current situation.

...Baby you're the perfect shape, baby you're the perfect weight,
Treat me like my birthday, I want it this way, I want it that way, I wanna;
Tell me you don't want me to stop, Tell me it would break your heart,
That you love me and all my dirty...

He looked directly into her eyes as he sang, and she into his. Even though they were surrounded by about 50 people, it seemed as though they were the only two people in the room; maybe the only two in the world. 

Nigha thought to herself that that's how Paula Patton must've felt when Robin Thicke first sang that song to her. Jason was making her wet.

As he finished with the same familiar strum of the guitar, the crowd clapped and cheered as if he'd been a paid performer. Jason smiled, said "thank you", and gave the guitar back to a band member and said something to him. As he was stepping off the stage, the band started to play another song that she recognized.

He started to walk his way toward her, in step with the beat, and she knew what was coming even though she was in a state of utter disbelief. The crowd had backed up to give them room on the dance floor.

He stopped directly in front of her, grabbed her around the waist and forcefully pulled her to him. She didn't know that he knew how, but he knew that she did, and led her into a tango.

The crowd clapped and whistled as they danced. They danced so well together that quite a few people thought that they were professional dancers. Neither one spoke as they danced, but the looks they were giving each other spoke volumes.

Toward the end of the dance, she stepped away and lifted her right leg high into the air and rested it onto his shoulder. The dress parted around the split, and the material fell to either side of her leg. 

He took four deliberate steps backward, slowly dragging her along on the foot still in contact with the floor, and seductively ran his hand over her exposed leg.

When he stopped; he put his hand under her thigh and ran it up to her ankle still on his shoulder. He grabbed her ankle, pushed her leg off as she kicked it up into the air again, and when her foot joined the other one on the floor, he spun her around and ended the dance with a large dip.

The crowd went nuts as he looked down at her with an intense, lusty gaze, and they both breathed heavily. She looked up at him in amazement and lust; they would have to leave soon.

He lifted her to her feet, held her close, and softly sang into her ear.

"Treat me like it's my birthday" and kissed her on the neck, which made her shudder.

Two words were all that she could muster as a reply.

"Let's go" she said in a ragged voice.

'Mission accomplished' he thought.

They were all over each other in the car on the way back to the hotel. Flashes of red, black, cinnamon, and tan were all that the driver could make out in his rearview mirror. He arrived at the hotel within 15 minutes and they quickly exited the vehicle after Jason gave him a $50 tip.

Their legs couldn't move them toward the elevator fast enough, and once inside Jason pinned her body against the back wall. She wedged her hands between them, between feverish kisses, to unfasten his pants.

He moaned loudly into her mouth when she maneuvered his rock-hard cock out of his pants and tugged on it with a sense of urgency.

"God Jason, you drive me crazy" she said with more breath than voice, as she stroked him. "Why didn't you ever tell me you were so talented?"

"You never asked" he said as he kissed her neck. "I figured it would have a much greater impact if I just showed you."

"Have I ever told you that you're brilliant?"

"Sure...just now" he replied before he took her mouth again.

As he kissed her, he searched out and found one of the slits in her dress. Surprised by her lack of underwear for a split-second before remembering that they had been in his pocket since the car ride over; he was quickly reminded of how hot she was for him.

"Mmmmmnnhh" she moaned as he gently stroked her swollen clit, already slick with her own juices. He slowly slid a finger into her dripping pussy, eliciting more moans.

When he was ready to slide his cock into its favorite sheath, they felt the elevator start to slow its ascent and quickly tried to gather their composure. When the door opened on their floor, an elderly couple was waiting to get onto the elevator and looked at them in shock.




Jason's Story Ch. 08



Jason's face and neck were covered in deep red kiss marks and smears, and Nigha's face and neck were covered in deep red smears. Jason turned to Nigha and stuck wet fingers into his mouth.

"Mmmmnnhh, good. Excuse me" he said as he walked past the dumfounded couple. Nigha smiled and followed without saying a word.

When they reached the door of the suite, Nigha's hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't fish the key card out of her handbag. As she struggled, Jason came up behind her, pressed his body against her back, and found the same slit in her dress and picked up where he'd left off in the elevator.

Amused with her frantic struggle, he leisurely reached into his pocket and pulled out his key card while continuing to stroke her clit and kiss her neck. 

"Ready to go inside?"

"Damn it Jason; open the fucking door!"

He laughed softly, inserted the card into the lock, and opened the door. She turned to face him, and he picked her up and walked inside while kissing her passionately. He used his foot to close the door behind them.

"God help me...I want you so much right now" she said as she practically ripped the suit jacket from his body.

He reached up and loosened the tie, but didn't get it off before she began to unbutton his shirt; popping a few buttons as she went. She pulled the shirt out of his pants which were still undone from their elevator escapade.

The sight of her; wanting, needing, lusting for him the way she was right then, sent him over the edge. He kissed her roughly, spun her around to face the wall, and forced her against it with his body.

The feel of his body pressing into her, his hot breath on her neck and shoulders, the huge bulge pressing against her ass almost made her cum right then.

He grabbed her hands and placed them on the wall in front of her and took a step back. He placed his hands on her hips, guided her back from the wall a step, and pushed her upper body back to the wall.

He dropped to one knee and lifted the back of her dress up to her waist, exposing her naked ass and glistening pussy to him. He playfully bit her left ass cheek while slowly inserting a finger into her pussy.

"Ohhhh Gawd" she let out in a guttural moan when he licked her swollen clit.

After a few minutes, he removed the finger from her dripping pussy and replaced it with his tongue. He then took the finger, already slick with her own juices, and pushed it into her backdoor.

Her legs began to shake alerting him to the fact that she was getting ready to cum and he quickened his pace. His assault on all her senses was too much to take.

"Ahh...ahh...ahh...ooohhhh" she moaned as the orgasm overtook her.

He stood up behind her, not removing the finger from her ass and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Tell me you don't want me to stop"

"Don't stop"

"Tell me it would break your heart...aahh" he said as he slid his painfully hard cock into her waiting pussy.

She was tight, soft, warm, and extremely wet; all of his favorite things. He just held still after he was in to the hilt, trying to keep from cumming too quickly. 

In those few still moments his mind was racing. It was his 30th birthday, and he was inside of the best present ever. If only he could keep her. Knowing that wasn't a possibility, he'd do the next best thing and take her.

Losing all sense of pace and timing, he started to pound into her like a man possessed. Grunts, moans, and the sounds and smell of sex permeated the room.

He punished her pussy, while still assaulting her ass. She was mad with lust and passion, as was he.

"Treat me like my birthday...I want it this way...I want it that way" he whispered into her ear as he alternated thrusts of his cock and finger. "Tell me you don't want me to stop"

"Don't stop"

Their recitation of the lyrics were turning the other on more and more, and her words signified agreement to what he wanted to do next.

He moved his free hand from her hip and reached around to strum her clit. That action made her cum again, and he continued to fuck her as she came.

Sensing that this was the perfect time, he slid his finger out of her ass and his glistening cock out of her pussy and placed the head of his cock at the place he'd fantasized about on and since the day they first met.

"Tell me you don't want me to stop"

"Oooohh...Don't stop...oooohhh ohhh"

He took his time as the head pushed past the vice-like grip of the outer ring, and then he steadily pushed on. Her ass was so tight; it seemed to pull him in while simultaneously trying to push him out. It was pleasure laced with pain for both of them as they both shouted out.

Withdrawing only a few inches; he spit on the exposed portion of his cock before pushing it back inside.

"Ohh Jason, it's so big"

"I'll take it easy baby; I promise"

He kept to his word for the first five minutes of their anal play, but then she uttered the word he'd been aching to hear.

"Harder"

He didn't speak, he just replied with a quickening of his pace. 

Although it was far from her first time; the size of him made her feel like it was. It aroused her more, and made her want him more. He was eager to oblige her.

His pace quickened steadily, as did the force of his thrusts until only his head remained inside on his outward stroke. He kept strumming her clit in time with his strokes in her ass.

He felt a warmth building in the pit of his stomach and his balls began to tighten. When he felt her quiver around his cock, he knew that she was close too.

He started to feel lightheaded and placed a hand on the wall for support. They came together in a loud series of grunts and groans.

Her legs were like jelly, and she felt her knees begin to buckle. He wrapped his other hand around her waist when he felt her slipping off of his cock still buried in her ass.

Knowing that his legs were weak as well, he held her close and slid both of them down to the floor. They laid there for the next few minutes; breathing heavily.

"Are you alright?"

"I will be; I'm a big girl you know" she said with a smile on her face that he could hear in her voice.

"A big girl with a big cock in her ass" he said with a laugh.

As she laughed, she could feel his cock softening and then sliding out of her ass. When he was out completely, he rolled her onto her back and turned her face toward him.

"That was the best birthday present I've ever had. Thank you" he said with a serious look on his face; the lust fading from his eyes.

She reached up and ran her hand along his jaw.

"I hope you always feel that way"

"You still don't get it do you? What I feel for you will never go away, especially after today. I love you; always know that."

"I love you too. More than you know" she said. 'More than I should' she thought.



Jason's Story Ch. 09



Hi everybody! Things have been busy, and the story has been stubborn. I hate to keep stringing you along, but if you're that disappointed, please don't let me waste your time. For those that have been holding your breath...BREATHE ;-) I love the feedback and comments, so keep 'em coming. Enjoy and let me know what you thought.

Kitty

Chapter 9 - All Good Things

After lying together on the floor for at least an hour, Jason realized that Nigha had dozed off in his arms. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead and made his way to his feet.

He leaned over to pull his pants up, and when he stood again, he noticed something on the kitchen counter. He walked over to get a closer look and smiled at what he saw.

She'd indeed thought of everything except the fact that they'd barely get 5 feet into the door when they returned from dinner and dancing. On the counter sat a Chocolate-cream cheese frosted cake with "Happy Thirtieth Jason" written across it. All birthdays before and surely after would pale in comparison to the big 3-0.

Unable to resist, he swiped his finger across the frosting and sucked it off of his finger.

"Mmmnnhh," he moaned with closed eyes.

He opened his eyes and they focused on her standing on the other side of the bar wearing a knowing smile.

"That sounded like a yummy noise. You like?"

"It's fan-freakin'-tastic! Where did you get this?"

"Same place as the croissants from this morning. Happy Birthday Jason" she said with a smile.

He walked around the counter, scooped her up into his arms, and kissed her while she kicked her feet. He started to carry her into the bedroom when she placed a hand on his chest.

"Jase, we have to put the cake away or it's gonna be stale tomorrow. You deserve much better than stale birthday cake and frankly, so do I!"

"Alright Martha Stewart, I suppose that's not a good thing," he said with a laugh as he gently placed her on her feet.

She reached into one of the lower cabinets for the cake box while he admired the view. Sometimes it was just the average every-day things that made her so sexy. She unfolded the box and put the cake inside. Before she closed the lid, she swiped her own finger along the side and put it into her mouth.

She looked up at him with doe eyes, smiling around the finger still in her mouth. If that sight wasn't hot enough, in her haste, she'd smeared a dab of frosting onto the corner of her mouth. She saw the storm in his eyes building.

He leaned down while looking intently into her eyes, and licked the frosting from her face. She instinctively closed her eyes at the action and let out a soft moan as her finger slid out of her mouth.

He gently caressed the side of her face, stroking her cheek, and claimed her mouth in a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up, and started to walk toward the bedroom without breaking their kiss. Bypassing the bed, he stopped in the bathroom and punched in the setting for the shower on the keypad.

She reached up under his jacket and started to push it off of his shoulders. He'd started to work on the maze of straps that held her dress onto her body. With his jacket stuck at his arms; she feverishly worked on the buttons of his shirt and finally ripped it off of his body while the last four buttons made a light ticking noise as they scattered across the floor.

He figured out the maze that led to her silky skin beneath the red dress, and it was barely clinging to her body. They both released the other and her dress and his shirt and jacket fell to the floor.

For a few tense moments, they just stood there gazing at the other in a combination of love and pure lust. Jason stood shirtless with his pants unfastened and hanging on his low hip. Nigha was naked except for her red strappy heels. She stepped into him and started to slide his pants and boxers the rest of the way off; again freeing his hardening cock. She stroked it and gently ran her fingers over his chest and abs.

He groaned deep in his chest and closed his eyes at her touch. She kissed his chest as she continued to run her hands all over his body, driving him insane with lust. When she snaked her tongue out and licked his left pec, he shuddered at the sensation and looked down at her with those stormy blue eyes.

"Geez woman, what you do to me."

She smiled a wicked smile as she backed away from him. She almost provoked an attack when she bent over to remove her shoes, but he thought better of it and used the moment to remove his own and the pants pooled at his feet. Before he could finish, she'd stepped into the shower.

He stood outside of the glass as he watched her through the glass; eyes shut, water cascading over her head and down her body. He thought back to the first time he'd watched her in the shower, only this time she was fully aware of his presence.

Within seconds, he'd passed through the pane of glass separating him from the object of his innermost desire. Sensing his presence, she opened her eyes and looked into his for the moment that he allowed before he descended upon her. He claimed her mouth with a sense of urgency and desperation that she shared. Their time together was coming to an end.

He pulled her body into his and grabbed the heavy, wet mass of curls flowing down her back. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into him. She reveled in the feel of his hard cock pressing against her belly. It amazed her that he was always hard and ready for her and that fact made her hot and wet for him.

Not being able to wait any longer, he turned her to the side of the shower and lifted her off her feet. She once again wrapped her legs around his waist and readied herself for his cock. He didn't disappoint, although he was much more deliberate than he'd been when they first got into the suite from their night out. His thrusts were deep and slow, and her moans were long and loud.

Nigha watched the water as it rained down on his shoulders and flowed over the peaks and valleys of his tan, chiseled form. The sight of a wet Jason, the friction of his body rubbing her clit, and the talented cock working her pussy was too much to take and she had her first, no make that third orgasm of the evening.

The fact that he'd already got his first one out of the way earlier, only served to make him last longer than his usual impressive stamina allowed. He pleasured her through her first orgasm in the shower, and through two more before succumbing to his own.

They came down together, him pressing her against the shower wall, her holding onto him not wanting to let go. Their chests heaving into one another as the water rained down on them. She felt his softening member start to slide out and placed one of her unsteady legs onto the floor.

She looked up at him and stared intently into his eyes as he did the same. He leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips with his own before she grabbed the back of his head and claimed his mouth in a scorching kiss. He placed his hand in the small of her back and ran it over her ass as she moaned into his mouth.

**********

They had the same success with the second presentation, and the business trip was nearing its end. Jason planned dinner for them on their last night together.

"Nigha, I just wanted to say thank you. This week has been more that I could've hoped for. You have no idea what it's meant to me."

"Jason, it's meant a lot to me too," she said as she looked down at her plate.

He reached out and placed his hand over hers on the table. She looked into his eyes as he started to speak.

"I know that this hasn't been an easy thing for you, but I just wanted you to know that I'm going to do my best to keep my distance from now on. You know that I love you, but I know that we can't be together...really together."

"Jase, I'm sorry that..." he put his finger over her lips, stopping her mid-sentence.

"Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong other that make me love you, and now it's time for me to do what I should've done in the beginning and let you go. I know it's wrong, but I don't regret a thing. I'm a big boy and I know that you had a life before I came along. I can promise to try to leave you alone, but I can not change the way I feel..."

"Jason, please..." she paused looking into his eyes while hers welled up.

"I can't stop loving you. As long as I draw breath, you will be the love of my life." 

With those last words, Nigha noticed that his eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and hers started to fall. In that instant, she knew that she'd made the right decision. His only chance for a normal life was to be far away from her.

She quickly regained her composure when she heard a familiar strum of the guitar off in the distance. She looked up into his eyes, and he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel? To know that I love you baby...

As they reached the floor, he pulled her close to him and placed his cheek against her forehead.

"Did you plan this?"

"No, that was a little bit of divine intervention."

Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel? To know that I love you baby...

They stood in the middle of the almost empty dance floor; slowly swaying to the song, shrouded in sadness. This dance signifying the end of their affair; but not their love for one another.

They rode back to the hotel in virtual silence as she held his hand in her lap. When they walked into the suite, he hugged her, kissed her on the forehead, and walked into his bedroom without saying a word. She stood in a stupor before quietly walking to her own bedroom.

********************

They'd barely spoken since they came back from the trip, and after Jack told them how impressed everyone was with the presentation, she braced herself for the news of their respective promotions. Jack didn't say a word about it.

About three weeks after their return; Jason walked by Nigha's office, his face red with anger. She knew what was wrong and wanted to go and talk to him, but that would've been a breach of their agreement. She was deep in thought when a voice snapped her out of it.

"Nigha, can I see you in my office please?"

"Sure Jack."

When she stood up, she got extremely dizzy and fell back into her chair. The force of her fall propelled the chair into the glass window separating her office from Jason's. He was in front of her within seconds.

"What happened? Are you alright?" the concern in his face was obvious.

"I'm...I'm okay, I just stood up too fast and got a little dizzy...ooh!" she'd started to stand and was again struck by a dizzy spell. 

When he saw her swoon, he caught her and pulled her close.

Time seemed to stand still as he held her for the first time since they agreed to stay away from each other. The smell of her was intoxicating, and he still didn't want to let her go.

She was in his arms again and knew that she'd been lying to herself when she thought she wouldn't miss it. She was still torn over her feelings for Jason and her husband, but was resigned to the fact that she probably always would be.

He made the first move to break away and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Nigh, forgive me for how this sounds but you don't look so good. I know this sounds a little crazy, but you're kinda green. I don't think you're okay" he said as he leaned down and looked closely at her face.

"Jason, I'm fine. Thank you for checking on me, but I've got to go and see Jack."

"Ok, I'll just go" he said with a hurt look on his face, and turned to head for the door.

"Jason, wait! I really appreciate you coming to check on me."

He turned and smiled at her "That's what friends do."

She smiled and nodded her head as he walked out the door. She was close behind on her way to Jack's office.

Jack greeted her at the door as his secretary let her in.

"Nigha, always a pleasure. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, did Jason call you or something?"

"No, I just spoke with him less than fifteen minutes ago. Why would you ask me that?"

"I got a little dizzy and he came into my office to check on me and kept me from falling. He seemed worried, so I thought he may have called you to let you know. Anyway, why did you ask if I was feeling okay?"

"Just genuine concern, you look...a little green" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"That's what Jason told me" she said with a laugh. "I'm fine, I swear" she said with a hand over her heart.

"Good to know, please have a seat. I know it's been about a month since you've been back from the business trip, but I just received confirmation on your promotion. I told Jason about his, and although he tried to seem excited, I could tell that he really didn't want to go. He even asked me if you knew."

She looked at him in shock before she could form the words "Did you tell him?"

"Sure did. After I told him that you've known for a while, he looked wounded and maybe even angry. Honestly, I think he has feelings for you."

"Aawww Jack, I didn't want him to know that I knew first. He probably would've asked me if I knew and I would've told him anyway, so it's not a big deal. I just didn't want him to know right now."

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize you didn't want him to know that. I didn't think it mattered."

"It really doesn't; I just didn't want him to think he was being treated unfairly" she said as she looked down at her shoes.

"With a $75, 000 a year salary increase? I'm sure he'll get over it!" he laughed.

"Yeah! What was I thinking? I did him a favor!" she nervously laughed with him.

"At any rate, your increase will be $50,000 a year, and your official start date is April 11th. Jason's last day at this location will be Friday, April 1st. That was all I needed to see you for Nigha. Congratulations, you deserve it!"

"Thanks Jack" she said as she stood and shook his hand.

As she walked out of his office her mind was racing. He would be gone in three weeks, and the daily torture her heart was going through would go with him. 

When she got back to her floor, she realized that she had been in Jack's office much longer than she thought. Everyone had left for the day, and it was eerily quiet.

When she got to her office, she noticed that all the lights had been turned off. As she reached for the switch, the voice from behind her desk stopped her.

"How long have you known?" he asked in a low, angry tone.

"Let's not do this" she said in a tired voice as she closed the door to her office.

"Oh, I get a vote this time? We will do this: NOW!"

He made his way toward her and stopped inches away from her body. He put a hand on the door on either side of her, and pressed his body against hers.

"Why didn't you tell me? As soon as Jack told me; I knew that you knew. I knew that you made sure I would get the promotion to Atlanta. Is that what Miami was all about? My big send-off?"

"Jase, it's not like that" she said as she turned her face away from his. "Miami wasn't a planned thing; much like you and me. Deep down, underneath all of this anger you're feeling right now; I know you know that."

"Woman, I wish that all I felt was anger. For weeks I've been doing my best to keep my distance. For weeks, no make that months bordering on years; I've been trying to keep you out of my head. Now, I'll have no choice because I won't even see you anymore. It's tearing me apart" he said as he rested his forehead on top of her head.

Tears started to stream down her face. It was tearing her apart too.

"Jason, it's the best thing for you; for all of us. Don't you get it? One of us had to go to Atlanta; you were the obvious choice. I made sure it would be you because it doesn't make sense for me to uproot my kids when they're so close to starting high school."

"Of course I get it! I'm not an idiot, and I know you. I knew what you were going to say before you said it. I knew your reasons immediately. There's one thing I'm still unsure of" he said as he placed his index finger under her chin and turned her face toward his.

"What Jason? What else could there be?"

"Did you mean it?"

At those words, she broke down and started to cry. She knew what he meant, and she knew why he asked her the way that he did. It was the way she asked him after their first night together, and she knew she had to tell him the truth.

"Yes Jason, I meant it and I still mean it. Part of me will always love you. The reason why I've done what I've done is because I love you; but we can never be. You'll get over me and find someone that you can be free to be with."

"I don't understand why you can't comprehend the fact that there will never be anyone else. You're not supposed to feel what I feel for you, and then find someone else. My soul belongs to only you and it doesn't want to share my body with anyone else. Whether I'm in Atlanta or on the other side of the world, you'll still be with me."

He moved his hands from the door, took a step back, and pulled her close to him. He leaned down and kissed her for what would be the last time.

Even though she felt faint, she kissed him back. She kissed him because it would be the last time; she kissed him because she was losing her friend; she kissed him because she loved him.

"I love you Nigha, and I'm going to miss you like crazy."

"Jason, I love you too. I'll miss you just as mu..." she didn't finish her sentence before she fainted.

He caught her and scooped her up into his arms. After calling her name repeatedly without her regaining consciousness, he raced for his office grabbing his keys and cell. 



Jason's Story Ch. 10



Hello again!

This chapter was almost ready when I posted the last one, but I warn you that it will be the last one for at least a month. Thank you so much to my faithful readers, and my visiting readers and I hope you won't be too upset with the wait. In the meantime, enjoy!

Kitty

*

"Kane, call Bria and have her call Brett. Something's wrong with Nigha and I need him to meet me at the hospital. Man, I don't know. Just do it!"

Kane could hear the panic in his brother's voice and did as he asked.

As he carried Nigha out of the building, her forehead was resting against his cheek and he realized that she was burning up. Her lips were a deep burgundy color and it was a color that he'd thought was a new shade of lipstick.

"C'mon baby, I need you to open your eyes" he pleaded with her as he rushed out into the parking lot.

Jason finally got to his car in the parking lot and hit the little button on the keypad to unlock the door. He gently placed her in the passenger seat and strapped her in. He ran to the other side and barely shut the door before he stomped the gas pedal.

Nigha was still out when he reached the hospital, so he scooped her up and walked inside yelling for help. Her skin looked dry and had a purple undertone to it. Jason was convinced that she was close to death, but he prayed that she'd be alright.

Two nurses ran to assist him with a gurney as he briefed them on what she'd looked like that day.

"Don't worry Mr. Branson, we'll take care of your wife" one of the nurses said to him.

"She's not my wife...she's my best friend!" he called out to them as they quickly rolled Nigha away.

Jason sat alone in the waiting area beside the nurse's station with his head in his hands.

"God, I know we don't talk much, but if you make sure she's alright I swear I'll leave her alone. It'll be hard to live without her, but I don't think I'd make it in this world if she wasn't somewhere in it."

After about 10 minutes of his quiet conversation with God, he noticed a man walk in. Jason knew who he was instantly because he wore the same frantic expression.

"My wife was just brought in and I was told that she was unconscious. Please tell me that she's alright" Brett pleaded with the nurse at the desk.

Jason walked up to the man to introduce himself.

"Brett? Hi, I'm Jason; the one who brought Nigha in."

Brett looked at the young man standing before him and felt a mix of emotions. Wonder; at why Nigha had never introduced them, even though she thought so much of Jason: surprise; at how much his eyes said that Jason was just as worried about his wife as he was, and gratitude at the fact that Jason had brought Nigha in and had the presence of mind to have someone contact him.

"Jason, I've heard so much about you" he said as he shook the young man's hand. "It sucks that we're meeting under these circumstances."

Jason nodded his head in agreement as he studied his nemesis. This was the moment he'd been trying to avoid. Deep down he felt that Brett would be someone that he would like, and his first impression of the man seemed to confirm that.

"What happened to her? Is she alright? How did you find her?" Brett's questions came in rapid succession.

"I saw her earlier today and she had a dizzy spell, but insisted that she was alright and I should stop worrying about her."

"That's my Nigha; not wanting to be fussed over."

Brett's words cut through Jason like a knife. Although he was right, it made Jason's stomach turn to hear her referred to as anyone else's but his own.

"She had a meeting with Jack for about an hour, and I was on my way out when she came back to her office. I popped in to walk her to her car since we were the only ones still in the building when she fainted."

"Did she fall?"

"No, I was close enough to catch her. I called out to her, but she didn't come around. Since she'd been dizzy earlier, I panicked and called my brother so that he could have Bria call you. Her forehead touched my face when I carried her out and she's burning up."

"I'm so glad that you were there. It kills me to think that she could've been alone when this happened. Thanks for having Bria contact me."

"I didn't know your number, and Nigha sure couldn't tell me. Since my brother is dating Bria, he was my first and only call. You needed to be here."

Bria and Kane walked in through the automated doors as one of the nurses that had helped Jason walked up to him.

"Excuse me sir, but we have an update on your wife's condition."

Brett looked at the nurse and Jason with a raised eyebrow. Bria and Kane stopped dead in their tracks as they watched the scene unfold.

"No, she's my co-worker and friend; this is her husband. You guys were so fast; you didn't hear me when I said it before."

"I'm sorry, my mistake. Sir, could you come with me please?"

As Brett started to walk away with the nurse, Jason put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. 

"Could you please come back and tell me how she is? I just need to know that she's going to be alright."

Brett saw the concern in Jason's face and realized how the nurse had assumed that he was Nigha's husband. Jason was clearly in-love with his wife.

"Sure man, it's the least I can do" he said as he walked away. Bria followed him while Kane stayed behind to console his obviously frazzled brother.

"Man, you look a mess. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but she's not. She's been looking like she's coming down with something all day. I was so angry with her..."

"About what?"

"Today I found out that I'm getting a promotion and before you tell me how great that is; she knew ahead of time. She made sure I'd be moving to Atlanta."

"She's trying to do the right thing man."

"Don't you think I know that? I know why she did it, but that doesn't make the sting any better. Now I don't even know..."

Kane put his hand on his brother's shoulder, interrupting the statement he knew was coming. "She's going to be fine; don't think like that."

"I made a deal with God" Jason said looking straight ahead. "If he makes sure she's alright, I'll let her go."

Jason and Kane sat alone in the waiting area, silent, for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually about 30 minutes. Jason had tried to keep his cool, but he looked a frazzled mess. He had his face in his hands when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

"Jason? She's going to be fine. The doctor's said that she's had pneumonia for a few days, and she became severely dehydrated and her body just gave out. He also said that it was a good thing that you were there when she fainted, because without fluids and the proper care, it would've been a lot worse. Would you like to see her?"

"No, I know you want to be with her and I don't want to intrude on your time."

"Nonsense! If it weren't for you, I might not have anymore time with her. The doctor didn't come right out and say it, but if you hadn't been there, she might've died. Come on, I'll take you back."

Kane motioned for his brother to go with Brett, and Jason reluctantly followed him to one of the rooms down the hall. Brett told him to go on in while he called the boys and told them everything was going to be fine.

Jason walked in, and to his surprise, Nigha was awake and talking to Bria.

"I'm gonna go and Nigh, I'll stop by tomorrow and see you since you're obviously not going anywhere" Bria said with a wink.

"Hey you! Brett told me that you brought me in. He went on and on about it. He thinks you saved my life."

"It's not that big a deal, I was just looking out for my friend who seemed to need some help. How long do you have to stay here?" he asked as he took a seat by her bed.

He held her hand in his while she spoke.

"They're going to keep me for at least two days after my fever breaks for observation, and Monday I have to go and see my doctor."

"That's not so bad. You probably need the rest anyway, you're carting around some serious luggage under those gorgeous eyes of yours!" he said with a laugh.

She playfully hit him on the arm when Brett walked up to the door. He was about to walk in, when he decided to just watch them through the window in the door.

"JACKASS!" She yelled while hitting him. "That's the last thing a girl needs to hear while she's laid up in a hospital bed!"

They were both laughing when she started to cough. He held her hand in his and placed his other hand on top of it.

"I'm glad you're going to be OK. I'm gonna go so you can be with your husband and get some rest."

Jason stood up, leaned over, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered "I love you."

He kissed her hand and placed it at her side. He was turning to leave when Brett walked in.

"Jason, it was nice to finally meet you. I know Nigha thinks very highly of you, and now you're pretty high on my list too."

"Likewise. Take care of her man" he said as he shook Brett's hand again and looked over at Nigha; "she's one of my best friends."

With that he walked out of the room and left his Nigha and her husband alone. Suddenly, a move seemed like it was going to be good for all of them.

"Nigha, what's the deal with Jason? He sure was worried about you."

"He's a really good friend Brett. He's a great guy, and I care a lot about him."

"He cares a lot about you too; maybe a little too much."

"Baby, what are you talking about?"

Choosing his next words carefully, he decided to keep his opinions of Jason's feelings toward his wife to himself. Now wasn't the time to upset her.

"It's just that he was so frantic with worry when I got here. He was just as worried as I was. The nurse even thought he was your husband!"

"Not the last time I checked" she said with a laugh.

He laughed with her, assured that even if Jason was in love with his wife, it really didn't matter. It may have even saved her life.

Jason returned to the waiting room where Bria and Kane were waiting for him. Bria surprised him with a hug.

"I'm so glad you were there when this happened. Thank you for having the presence of mind to have Kane get in touch with me. You're a Godsend" she said while holding him tight.

"I'm no Godsend, I'm just a man who was in the right place at the right time. I had Kane call you because it was the right thing to do, and I've been lacking in that area lately. At any rate you're welcome. I did it because I love her."

"I know you do" Bria said as she let him go and took a step back.

It was then he saw her for the first time. She had tears running down her face and he reached up and wiped one away as it fell down her cheek. He didn't know how he had missed it, but she was a dead ringer for his love.

As Jason stood smiling at Bria, Kane walked up and put his arm around Jason's shoulder.

"She's gonna be fine bro, ain't that right baby?" he said looking to Bria for confirmation.

Bria nodded and took Jason's hand. "I know you love her; it probably saved her life. You know that you have to let her go."

"I know and I'm going to."

Kane broke the tension, "Speaking of going, why don't we get out of here? Brett will keep us posted on any changes."

Nigha was released three days later and confirmed her doctor's appointment for Monday morning.

********* She decided to call in for Monday and Tuesday. When the receptionist told her that Jason had already told them she'd be out sick for a few days, she wasn't surprised.

"Mrs. Stevens, I'm glad to see you're doing better."

"Thanks Dr. Jonas, have you figured out how I got so sick?"

"Well, the pneumonia was what made you so tired and dizzy. I'm still concerned that there may be some underlying cause and we're going to run some tests."

"Is there reason to be so concerned?"

"Ms. Stevens, you're in excellent health and physical condition. I don't foresee any real problems, but I want to check any and everything to make sure. Do you have any family history of..."

Nigha left the doctor's office with more questions than answers, but she would find out the results of all of the tests in two weeks. She followed doctor's orders to not return to work for a week.

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Jason was a wreck at work waiting to hear about how she was doing. He'd found out from Jack's receptionist that Nigha wouldn't be returning to work for a week. That fact made his worries worse, but he powered through his emotions and focused on his work.

She was scheduled to return during his last week before the transfer for his promotion. Bria called him to let him know that she was feeling much better, but her fever kept returning. Bria's update eased his mind a little, but his heart was still in pain. The rest of his life; a life without her as an everyday fixture, was fast approaching.

Nigha had no signs of the fever for two full days, and made up her mind that she'd be returning to work as scheduled. When she arrived, she went straight to her office and noticed the small box immediately.

She walked over to her desk and sat down in the familiar surroundings, focusing her attention on the box. She smiled when she saw the familiar "Celine's Patisserie" on the box, and smelled the aroma of one of her favorite things.

"Petit pain au chocolat" she said aloud with a smile. She shook her head and said "Oh Jason, I'm going to miss you."

Having eaten very little over the past week, she practically inhaled the pastry and accompanying latte. She expected Jason to come into her office at anytime, but he hadn't so much as walked by her door. This is how it would be after he was gone.

Even though she still felt a little weak, she made it through the day with little incident. Brett, Bria, and Jack had flowers sent to the office, and someone who didn't write a name on the card; sent a single calla lily in a vase.

She had closed her eyes, and leaned her head back against her chair. After a few seconds, a familiar scent filled the room. She smiled.

"Hello."

"Hi. I heard you were back and wanted to check in on you. Are you really alright?"

"Jase, I'm fine. The doctors gave me a clean bill of health. Thanks again for taking me to the hospital, the petit pain au chocolat, and the lily."

"You take care of the ones you love."

"Well, I guess you do. Brett wanted me to thank you again for him. He went on and on about how you were like my guardian angel."

"I'm just glad that I was in the right place at the right time. I would die if something happened to you."

With those last words, she opened her eyes and looked into his as he spoke. The look she saw there let her know that even though he wouldn't physically, a part of him would've died if she had.

The thought of the torment he was going through made her feel sick to her stomach. Sure that her mystery illness was trying to make another appearance, she fought the urge to vomit while he was still in her office.

"Nigha, I just want you to know that after I leave; I fully intend to let you go. I wanted you to know that I do respect you, love you, and I'll miss you with all of my heart."

Her emotions started to get the best of her, and he started to make his way over to where she sat.

"I'm going to make sure that this is the last time we're alone together, so do you think you could give your young friend a hug?"

She smiled at his play on words and nodded her head. She stood to face him, and felt that feeling in the pit of her stomach that let her know that part of her would never be through with him.

He looked into her face and gently wiped away the few tears that had streamed down. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her body into his, holding her there and taking in the scent of her hair.

She'd always felt so right in his arms, and she knew he felt the same way. She'd wrapped her arms around him, and was running her hands up and down his back. She could feel his heart beating in time with her own and wondered how something so wrong could feel so right.

After getting caught up in the moment, he let her go and took a step back. He looked into her face once more, but before he could walk away, an intense feeling stopped him.

"Awwhh, fuck it!"

With that, he grabbed her and kissed her. They both wanted it, and knew that the other felt the same way. This kiss was better than all of their others; a kiss of star-crossed lovers who's time was up. This kiss was goodbye.

When they stopped kissing, he held her once more.

"I love you Nigha, I'll never love anyone else. I just wanted you to know."

"I love you too Jason, but I want you to find true happiness. I believe someday; you will."

"That makes one of us" he said with a little laugh as he broke away from her once more.

"Goodbye Nigha Stevens" he said as he kissed her hand.

"Goodbye Jason Branson." 

**********

Four days later, they threw a "Goodbye" party for Jason. He got hugs and handshakes from everyone, and it didn't go unnoticed when he held Nigha quite a bit longer than all the other ladies.

Nigha gave him a quick kiss on the cheek; which wasn't an uncommon thing, but when Jason closed his eyes at the contact, the whispers began. 

Neither of them cared.

The remainder of the week flew by, and before they knew it; it was Jason's last day. Nigha had taken a late lunch, and when she got back there was no sign of him. She was saddened that she didn't get a final chance to say goodbye, but quickly decided that it was probably for the best.

She would be working late and that was for the best too, because she didn't want to seem too sad about Jason's departure when she got home. Brett was already full of questions about their friendship as it was.

Her thoughts were consumed with her Jason and being without him. She needed to get her mind off of things for a few minutes and cranked up her CD player.

Since she was the only one on the floor, she wasn't concerned with disturbing anyone else. She stood up and started to dance around her office unaware that she wasn't alone.

She closed her eyes and went back to the night that she learned about Jason's skill as a dancer. The night she learned that he'd taken ballroom dancing lessons; just like she had. The night he'd surprised her with a Tango that took her breath away, and had everyone in the club applauding.

The night of his thirtieth birthday; the night her love for him was written in stone.

She was so caught up in her memory, she could even smell him.

"Mmmnnhh Jason" she said aloud.

"Yes?"

Her eyes popped open, and focused on him leaning against the closed door to her office.

"Jesus Jason! You scared me half to death! How long have you been standing there?"

She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was dressed in a close-fitting, t-shirt, long denim shorts, and black Nike Shox. He was just as sexy as ever.

"About five minutes or so; I left earlier and decided that if I came back after everyone had left for the day, it would be a little easier on me. I didn't know you'd be here."

"You were trying to avoid me?"

"Of course I was, seeing you makes the pain worse. I know you feel it too" he said as he started walking toward her.

She knew what was coming and felt powerless to stop it.

"Doesn't it make you feel sick every time you see me; knowing that it could be your last?"

He had pushed her against her desk and put his cheek against the side of her forehead as he spoke.

"You wish it didn't have to be this way, but you know that there's no alternative."

His words were exactly what she was feeling. His hands had started to run over her thighs and hips; her breath caught in her throat.

"You want to do the right thing and turn and walk away, but your heart won't let you" he said as he slowly kissed her neck while unbuttoning her blouse.

"You remember what you were brought up to believe about how there's someone for everyone and you've just got to be patient until you find yours" he started to pull her skirt up over her hips, and slowly pulled her g-string down and off her feet.




Jason's Story Ch. 10



"How you just don't mess with another man's wife; but none of that matters when you're leaving the one you love tomorrow, and all you have is tonight."

He kissed her while unbuttoning his shorts, freeing his hard cock, and reveling in the feel of his skin against hers.

She moaned in delight, never trying to tell him to stop. It would've been pointless anyway; she wanted this as much as he did.

He lifted one of her legs, and she wrapped it around him leaving the other to support her. He ran his cock up and down her moist slit and paused before sliding it in.

"Baby, I'm sorry; I had to have you one last time. Please forgive me", he said as he slid his cock into her dripping pussy.

"Oohh Jason!" she let out in a low groan at the sensation of him filling her again.

She ran her hands all over his abs and chest; then pulled his t-shirt up to his chest. He took the hint and pulled it off.

He was content with her open shirt, and was mesmerized with how much larger her breasts looked as they bounced to his rhythm. He reached out and ran his fingers over them and marveled at how soft they felt; softer than before.

It was the first time they'd been together in over two months, and she was surprised at how much she missed it. She missed him, and knew that this time would have to last the rest of her life. He was definitely making it memorable.

He started with a slow, steady pace. Rolling his hips as he thrust into her; moaning almost as loudly as she was.

He studied her face; more beautiful than he'd remembered, etching it into memory. Her hair was sleek, shiny, and smelled the way it always did. He never figured life could be so beautiful and cruel in the same moment.

Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as he made love to her; slowly, deliberately, exquisitely. This mistaken love affair, however unplanned, was the most exciting and tragic thing she'd ever experienced.

He leaned over and kissed her neck, and she ran her fingers through his hair. He reached behind her head, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled.

"This may be the last time that I'm inside you, but I'll always be inside here...and here" he said as he pointed to her temple and her heart. 

"And you'll always be in here...and here" he said as he took her hand and pointed it at his temple and pressed it to his chest over his heart.

She studied his face, still amazed by how much his eyes revealed his feelings. She saw the love and lust for her, and the pain behind it. Her heart ached for him.

They made love for hours; more than the three that she was supposed to be working late. 

Even though it was dirty office sex, it was the tenderest sexual experience they'd shared. It was a fitting end to their relationship.

After he'd made her cum more than a handful of times, he came deep inside her one last time; reveling in the blissful expression on her face.

"Damn it woman, I love you" he whispered in her ear. 

She brought her head upright, opened her eyes and looked into his.

"God help me Jason, I love you too" she said as she hugged him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight as he softened inside her.



Jason's Story Ch. 11



Hello faithful and new readers.

This story just keeps growing and as long as I feel that the chapters still measure up to the bar I've set with previous chapters; I'm going to keep putting them out until the story is done. I'm adamant about not rushing it to wrap things up, so if you're disgusted with my pace then I'm sorry. If you're not, I'm going to do my best to crank out a chapter a month until Jason's story is done. At any rate, thanks for reading and I really love the public comments and private feedback! 

Keep it coming, Happy Holidays, and enjoy!

Kitty

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Nigha nervously sat on the examination table waiting for the doctor to come in with news of why she'd been so ill. She'd lost 10 pounds and her hair was starting to fall out. She was baffled as to what could be ailing her.

"Oh God! Is it bad?"

"Honestly Nigha; we've been unable to find out what's wrong. You've suddenly become dangerously anemic and whatever this thing is, we've been unable to isolate it with the tests we've run so far. I'm going to schedule a battery of tests at Chapel Hill and I'll see you back here in two weeks."

The doctor's perplexed looks only worried her more and she couldn't figure out what could be ailing her. Her mind raced with the possibilities, but at the same time she was trying to reign in her wild thoughts.

'Get it together girl. You're not dying; you're too busy right now. You can't freak your family out because you need to hold it together. Brett and the boys need you; hell they'd be lost without you.'

Her thoughts wandered to someone else with that last thought in her head. She had to be very careful not to let him find out that something was wrong. With his feelings for her, and the fact that he was only four hours away, she was sure that he'd be finding reasons to come back and check on her.

"Oh Jason, I really miss you" she said aloud.

**********

Jason had found a sweet condo in a high-rise in downtown Atlanta that was only two blocks away from the office. It was the model, so it came impeccably decorated and furnished; all he had to do was bring his clothes. He left everything else behind because he had no intentions of selling his house in Charlotte. Kane had moved in months earlier and provided the perfect excuse to not sell, although his brother knew why he decided to keep the home.

He walked around his new digs in nothing but a pair of boxers and didn't think anything of that fact when there was a knock at the door.

He opened the door to see two gorgeous women standing there; one with a plate of brownies and the other with a bottle of champagne. They were both wearing shocked expressions when one finally spoke.

"Good Lord Almighty!"

"Gina! Please forgive her, with couth not being her strong suit and all. We're the welcome wagon of the floor; I'm Tina and this is my sister Gina. Did we catch you at a bad time?"

Jason looked at the two women with curiosity evident on his face. When he looked at them closer, he noticed that they looked exactly alike with one exception; Tina was white and Gina was black.

"Okay, okay. Yes we're sisters, twins to be exact. We're also an anomaly. Our mother is black and our father is white; instead of having one mixed baby our mom produced one of each" Gina said with a smile.

"I can see that" Jason said with a smile. "Why would you think this was a bad time?"

"Honey, not that I'm complaining about the view; but you're kinda not dressed" Gina volunteered as Tina smiled and nodded.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Come on in and I'll go throw something on" he said motioning for them to come inside.

"Please don't think you have to get dressed on my account" Gina said with a smile and a wink as Tina gave her a hard elbow to the side.

"Jason, we'll wait right here" Tina said trying to keep her composure; completely ignoring her sister. 

Jason went into the master bedroom and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt before returning to the living room. He sat in the comfortable, overstuffed chaise directly across from the women and studied their features closely.

Tina was brunette with brown eyes. She had what seemed to be naturally tanned skin, and high cheekbones. Gina had light brown hair and eyes the color of London blue topaz, which contrasted against her caramel colored skin beautifully. Even though their facial features were exactly the same, Gina's caramel skin paired with those eyes gave her the definite edge.

"So Jason, who decorated this place? If you tell me that you did then you're either one of three things; a liar, metro, or just plain gay!"

"Gina!" Tina shouted as Jason burst into laughter.

"Damn girl" Jason started. "It came this way; all I brought were me and my wardrobe" he said with a smile.

"She already knew that" Tina said while glaring at her sister "I guess she was just testing you."

"Well I hope I passed" he said with a laugh.

"With gorgeously tanned flying colors" Gina said with a Cheshire cat grin.

"Thank you for inviting us in and welcome to the building. We've got to get going" Tina said pulling her sister off of the sofa.

Jason stood and made his way over to the door. Gina finally gave in and got off of the couch and followed him toward the door; eyeing him like he was the main course.

"Tina, Gina; thanks for stopping by and for the brownies. Chocolate is one of my favorite things in the world."

"Really. Good to know" Gina said with a raised eyebrow and a wicked smile. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind for future desserts."

"Jason, I look forward to seeing you around. C'mon Gina."

"Bye gorgeous. See you soon" Gina said as Tina drug her out of the doorway and down the hall.

Jason shook his head and smiled as he heard their conversation.

"Damn it Gina, I can't take you anywhere."

"Sure you can; you can take me to Jason's anytime."

"Oh my gosh girl, he was not that hot. Okay let me stop lying, he was all that hot and then some."

"He's the type of man that makes your clothes disappear. I bet he's huge."

He heard their door close after that statement. They couldn't have been more than two or three doors down.

"Those two are something else" he said aloud as he plopped down on the couch with a brownie and a glass of milk. "Nigha, I miss you."

***********

"Brett, I'm fine you go on to work. I'll call you and let you know how everything went."

"Baby I will be there with you and you're not going to stop me. I'll follow you if I have to, but I'd rather drive you there. You've got to give a little on your stubbornness. You wouldn't let me go through something like this alone and I refuse to let you."

"I'm sorry honey. I guess I'm just a little scared and I don't want you to be stressed out and worried too. I love you; you know that?"

"I know you do. Even though you make me crazy, I love you more than my own life. I'd die if anything happened to you" he said as he pulled her close and held her in his arms.

She looked into Brett's eyes but couldn't stop herself from thinking of Jason when he said he'd die if anything happened to her. Brett: the father of her children, her first love, and the man she knew that she'd love for the rest of her life. Now he was one of two men she'd love for the rest of her life.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and started to cry. She was steadily losing weight, her hair was dull and lifeless, and she was sporting some seriously dark bags. She had no appetite and was fighting fever at least once every two weeks. The doctors had to have an answer soon because she was sure her mind would start to slip too.

On their way to the car, Brett got a call from the foreman on one of his projects and part of a second floor addition had collapsed and there were injuries.

"Nigha I'm not going. They're already hurt, but you need me to be there with you. I'll go and survey the situation after your appointment."

"Schnuk, you have to go. I'll be fine but the business might not be if you don't get your ass over there and see what's going on" she said while using her little pet name for him. 

She'd started calling him Schnuk; short for schnookums, when they were still in college and he got this huge grin every time she said it. It was one of his two favorite things that she called him. 

"Brett go!" she said with a smile as he pretended not to hear her.

"Okay, okay ball breaker. You win, but you better call me as soon as you leave that office you hear me?"

"Okay Daddy" she said as she stuck her tongue out at him.

He reached out and grabbed her by the arm to pull her to him.

"You better watch it now or Daddy might have to spank that ass" he said as he smacked her hard on the butt.

"Oooohh Daddy" she said as she leaned in to kiss him.

He kissed her passionately as he massaged her ass in the middle of the driveway. She ran her hands over his buzzed hair and pressed her mound into his hardening cock.

"Baby we gotta go" she whispered into his ear.

"I know, but we'll finish this later" he said as he pressed his cock against her mound, eliciting a little moan from his wife.

"God woman, you can still make me hard in a matter of seconds" he said as he stepped away and tried to adjust himself. "I think the neighbors just got enough of a show."

"Yeah, I don't want them to see what my man is packing. They might try to beat me down so they can get a turn" she said smiling and eyeing the tent he was trying to put down.

"Nigha, nobody holds a candle to you and they never will. Now get out of here and call me when you get out of the doctor's office okay."

"I promise. You do the same and let me know what happened at the site. I hope it's not too bad babe" she said as she sat in the driver's seat.

"Same here baby, but I'm sure you're fine" he said as he kissed her lightly on the lips and shut the door.

He mouthed 'I love you' as he walked toward his car and she backed out of the driveway.

Her mind was racing as she drove to the doctor's office. She was having a hard time focusing on the road and wished that Brett had been able to drive her. He'd got her all hot and bothered in the driveway and she wanted to finish what they'd started. 

"Good morning Mrs. Stevens."

"Good morning Dr. Jonas. Have we been able to isolate what's wrong?"

"Well, we've discovered that since you had the pneumonia it weakened your immune system and your iron levels have been struggling to return to normal. You're very anemic at this point, and we have to get those iron levels back up before you start feeling like your old self" he said with a smile. "However, there is something else that we need to discuss."

"Oh no! No no no no no" she said repeatedly as she started to finally break down. She started to cry, fearing what he was going to tell her. "I'm going to die aren't I? What am I going to do? How will I tell my husband and children?" She went on and on without letting the doctor get a word in edgewise. "Well? Go on...say it. I know its coming" she snapped.

"Mrs. Stevens, please calm down. I wish we had known sooner, but there were so many symptoms and we couldn't isolate..."

"No, please no. I'm healthy, I eat right, I work out, and I take good care of myself. How did this happen? Why am I dying?" She started rambling again; interrupting him before he could finish his statement.

"Nigha!" he said hoping that using her first name would snap her out of her current state. "You're not dying and it's nothing life-threatening. On the contrary, it's a good thing. You're pregnant!" he said with excitement.

"WHAT! I'm not dying...wait...I'm pregnant?" she said with a stunned look on her face. "That's impossible! There's still seven years left on my IUD. There's no way I'm pregnant; run the test again."

"I can do that if you want, but the result is going to be the same. I had the receptionist set up an appointment with your OB/GYN for tomorrow afternoon."

Nigha sat silently. She was in total shock at the news. Her youngest child was going to be 13 in a few months, and her oldest was turning 14 in a few weeks. 

She'd had her second IUD implanted three years ago, and that form of birth control hadn't failed her and Brett in almost 13 years. Here she was, looking hard at her 35th birthday and expecting another baby. 

She told Brett about the iron deficiency and that the doctor had prescribed her some supplements and medication to get her levels back up to normal. She assured him that everything was going to be alright, even though she knew that was far from the truth.

"Alright Maxine; you've got to tell me how this happened" she was on a first name basis with her obstetrician and friend.

"Nigh, it happened the old-fashioned way. As far as why; it seems that you're IUD had become dislodged and its new position was far less effective."

"So how far along am I?" she asked as her doctor squirted the cold jelly onto her still flat stomach.

"Well, we're getting ready to find out. It looks like you're very early in the pregnancy; about 4 weeks along and...Oh my goodness...its twins!"

"Holy shit! Max, please tell me you're joking!"

"Nope! See this little blob here that looks sort of like a kidney bean?"

"What? Real technical Max; ok, yeah I see it."

"Well, there's another one right here. In no time, they'll be two perfect little babies! Aren't you excited!" she asked with genuine excitement in her voice.

"Twins? Man, what the fuck! There's no way; I'm too old for twins. How did this happen?"

"Well Nigha; when a man and a woman love each other very much they have relations and make a baby; or in your case 2 that are teenagers and 2 on the way" she said with a sarcastic laugh.

Nigha looked at her friend with an evil eye and shook her head. "You are a jackass! I can't believe this. I'm so not ready to have another baby, let alone two."

"Well ready or not, here they come. Brett's gonna be over the moon when he hears. He's always wanted more kids, but you always stood in the way" Max said with a laugh.

Nigha couldn't do anything but shake her head at her friend's enthusiasm and the truth in her statement. Brett would be excited, but it was bittersweet. Deep down she knew that he wasn't the father of the twins.

When she got home, Brett was waiting for her. She hadn't told him that Dr. Jonas said she was pregnant, but when Max confirmed the news; with twins no less, she knew it was time to tell him.

He nearly jumped through the roof when she told him. He grabbed her around the waist, picked her up and spun them around.

"Oh my gosh baby; we're havin' more babies! I hope they're both girls and that they look just like you! Then we'll have the perfect family, two boys and two girls. I can't believe this!"

His excitement made her happy, but she couldn't help but wonder how Jason would've taken the news. She knew that he would've been just as happy, if not more so, and he would've never let her go then. The guilt of her predicament was eating her up inside.

Here she was; in love with two men, pregnant by one. How could she pass off another man's children as her husband's? She hoped that they did look like her; it was all that she could do.

**********

Jason was settling in nicely in the Atlanta office. He was managing about 12 people; 8 men and 4 women. He was thankful for the ratio and for the fact that none of the 4 women were easy on the eyes. None in the building came close to her.

He poured himself into his work and spent most of his time at the office. The only contact he had with anyone on a personal level was Gina and Tina. He'd gotten to like them quite a bit and their dynamic always cheered him up. Gina; with her overt flirtation, and Tina; with her constant embarrassment over Gina's overt flirtation. They were equally fun to be around and he liked spending time with both of them.

After a few weeks, Jason had made an effort to get to know some of his co-workers and clicked with two of the guys from accounting; Terry and John. Terry was a fellow Duke alum and John graduated from Chapel Hill and was also Terry's best friend. They were quite the pair; best friends from universities that were sworn enemies. Jason had started to have lunch with them on a regular basis.

"Ok Jason, who is she?" Terry asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Man, I've seen you walking around the office. Women are practically falling all over you and stepping on each other to do it and you could care less. Before we started hanging out I just figured you were gay, but now I'm sure some chick messed you all up."

"Yeah man, I'd give my left nut to have that kind of play and you're not even putting it to use. That's just wrong man...just wrong" John chimed in shaking his head for emphasis.

"I don't believe you two. It's not like that at all. I'm sure what you see is people just being friendly, or trying to brown nose and get ahead. Either way, there's no woman in my life" he said as he looked down at his Killian's Red.

"And there it is" Terry said as he gestured his hands toward Jason.

"There what is?"

"That far-away look you get when I know that you're thinking about her. She must've been something to have somebody like you pining for her."

"What do you mean somebody like me?"

"Oh come on man!" John said rather loudly. "You walk around like you just stepped out of GQ magazine. You've got boobs I've been dying to see for years popping out of the tops at work with no, and I do mean NO effort. Hell, if I was a chick I'd be trying to fuck ya" he said with a laugh.

Jason choked on his beer a little with John's confession. He coughed and laughed for quite a little while before John continued.

"Why do you think we're hanging out with you? We're just trying to get some of the tasty leftovers that you clearly don't want" he said with a hearty chuckle and clinked his glass with Terry.

"Damn straight."

"So, you two are just using me for my body huh?" Jason joked.

"Hell yeah! Hopefully we'll get some female bodies out of the deal" Terry said with a laugh as he clinked his glass with John again.

"You two are nuts. Feel free to have any leftovers and side dishes that come my way. I'm not interested right now."

"I will wear you down man. I want to know what woman got to you" Terry vowed.

"Someday you will tell...and we will listen" John chimed in.

"Alright, alright fellas. Today's not that day and tomorrow's not looking good either."

**********

Two weeks had passed since Nigha's visit to the OB, and her iron levels were coming back up to normal. So much of her hair had fallen out that she had little choice but to cut it. She opted for a chin-length, angled bob with choppy layers in the back that fringed at the nape of her neck.

It had been about three weeks since she'd seen Bria and she decided it was time to tell her the "happy" news. They met up for lunch at the little Jamaican restaurant that they both loved.

"Hey girl. Love the hair by the way. How are you feeling?"

"I'm finally starting to feel better. My iron levels are starting to come back up to a normal level."

"Well you still look like a warmed-over turd, but that's better than the standard hot mess that you've resembled for the past few weeks."

"Wow! You sure know how to make a girl feel better" Nigha said, not the least bit surprised by her sister's blunt approach. "They finally figured out that the pneumonia stripped my body of iron for some strange reason and my condition was keeping them from coming back up on their own."

"What condition? Is there a cure? Are you going to be alright?" Bria fired off the questions in rapid succession with concern evident.

'Girl I'm going to be fine; calm down. I will however start to get enormous over the next few months."

"Aww man, they've got you on some steroids don't they. They will make you blow up though."




Jason's Story Ch. 11



Nigha couldn't help but laugh at Bria's obliviousness to the hints she was dropping.

"No Bri; I'm pregnant."

"You're not kidding...Holy shit its Jason's!"

"Bri shut up! They're mine and Brett's okay."

"They? What do you mean...oh my God you're having more than one. Damn woman you are going to get enormous aren't you? How many babies are we having? Oooh I can't wait" Bria said waving her fists with a squeal.

"There are two of them; I'm having twins. Brett's hoping they're both girls."

"Wow! Brett's hoping they're both girls and you're hoping that they're both Brett's. I'm not stupid Nigh and I'm not just gonna let you sit there and lie to me. Sean is almost 13 and it seems that if the IUD was gonna slip up on you; it wouldn't have taken that long with your husband. Now since my sister has been having an affair with one Jason Branson for the better part of the past year, it seems like the perfect or really imperfect time for your tried and true method of BC to mess up."

"Had...HAD been. It's over and I don't want to talk about it anymore. Don't stress me out and DON'T say anything to Kane."

"In a few weeks I won't have to. Your big 'ol belly will say all that needs to be said."

"I miss him Bri. I know we did the right thing, but I still miss him."

"I know you do honey, and I know you love him, but you're right; you did the right thing. I don't know what you were thinking when you spent so much time alone with him in the first place. Someone that fine should not be left alone with any woman that can't just give up the draws and damn the consequences."

"It was more than that. He was my friend first and I miss that too. I'm probably just hormonal or something" she said with a slight smile.

"Get used to it lady. Prepare yourself for some huge tits and a mega-fat ass too, 'cause they're on the way" Bria said with a loud laugh.

"Someday Bria...someday you'll get yours. I truly hope its triplets!" she said glaring at her laughing sister.

"I'm not gonna be anybody's momma; you know this! But I'm gonna be four people's auntie. Auntie great...Mommie; not so much" she said shaking her head and laughing. "But it looks good on you though."

Nigha looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She hoped Bria wouldn't slip up and let Kane in on her suspicions, but there were no guarantees. He'd probably wonder the same thing. She was in one hell of a mess and was well aware.



Jason's Story Ch. 12



Hello all,

I've been busy typing away because the story is flowing at this point. The timeframe I've set up allows for longer chapters. I really appreciate all of the compliments and I hope you enjoy this latest installment. Don't forget to comment and vote!

Kitty



One month later

Jason was falling into a comfortable, albeit lonely routine. He was working 50 to 60 hours a week ensuring that he had little free time for his mind to be consumed by her. He hadn't seen her in two months, yet she occupied his thoughts constantly. Kane and Bria had come to visit and having her in his apartment made his heart ache for Nigha; so he kept his distance.

He was so jealous of Kane. Kane who had never fallen in love before was totally gone when it came to Bria, and he could have her. His brother had found his dream girl through the tragedy that was to be Jason and his. Although he was happy for Kane, he couldn't quell his feelings of resentment, and he knew it would be a long time before the mere sight of Kane and Bria being so perfect together didn't make him nauseous.

He wanted to keep Kane from being a spy so he never asked him how Nigha was doing. It still worried him about her mystery illness, although Bria had been kind enough to take him aside to let him know that they'd isolated the cause for her condition and she was feeling much better. He and Clyde still kept in touch through emails and infrequent phone calls. Clyde had told him that Nigha was wasting away, was still visibly ill, and had cut her beautiful hair. 

Jason wanted nothing more than to come and "visit" Kane and "accidentally" bump into Nigha while he was in town just to see for himself that she was alright, but let his better judgment win out and decided to keep working. Work was his release and distraction.

**********

Nigha was struggling in the early months of her pregnancy. Instead of gaining weight, she was so consumed with morning sickness that she'd lost another fifteen pounds. Her iron levels had returned to normal, but her recent weight loss had her looking nearly anorexic at 5 foot 7 and 115 pounds.

Max, her OB was really concerned about her health as well as the twins if she didn't start putting on some weight soon. Nigha was worried about the same thing, but found it nearly impossible to keep anything down. She looked thin and frail and the thought of being huge seemed more and more appealing.

Bria told her that Jason was alright, although she saw very little of him when she and Kane visited. She also told Nigha that she'd told Jason that everything was going to be alright in the hopes that he wouldn't worry too much. Nigha could tell that she was leaving something out, so against her better judgment, she asked.

"How did he seem?"

"In a word; lost. Kane is so worried about him. He's barely spoken with his parents in the few months he's been gone so the whole family's worried about him."

"How did he look when you told him that I was alright?"

"Like he didn't totally believe me, or want to spend more than two seconds alone with me. I feel so bad for him girl, but this is the mess that he got both of you in. I'm sure it's just gonna take some time. Don't worry about him; you need to worry about yourself. Are you going to be okay?" 

"God I hope so. I'm two months pregnant with twins; I should be getting fatter by now. I know everyone at work thinks I'm anorexic or something."

"Have you told anyone yet?"

"No. It's nobody's business, but I am tired of constantly reassuring them that I'm fine. My boss is constantly finding excuses to come by my office to see how I'm doing. He's so sweet, but he's starting to annoy the hell out of me" she said with a laugh.

"Girl, you know you probably should go ahead and tell your boss. He might have some suggestions on how to handle the situation at work."

"Who are you all of a sudden? I was expecting my smart-ass, wise-cracking sister and got the voice of reason."

"Nigh, you look a mess and you're already going through hell. I'm the first to admit that I'm a jackass, but this jackass loves her sister to pieces so I'm trying to be a good sister. But trust; as soon as you start to get those huge boobs and fat ass, I will be crackin' on you left and right" she said with a laugh as she took Nigha's hand.

"I love you nutcase; you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah; I'm trying to be a good sister not a sappy sister! Lay off with the sugary sweetness."

"Dually noted."

The next few weeks brought Nigha more of the same. More morning sickness, weight loss, and concern. She had resigned herself to the fact that at any point now, she'd have a turnaround, but those around her weren't so sure. Her co-workers were worried sick about her, though none would just come out and ask what was going on. She knew something was up when she was called into Jack's office for a "spur of the moment" meeting.

"Nigha, you look...come in" Jack said, catching himself mid-sentence. He was so used to her looking beautiful at all times that he was falling into the same old compliments. This wasn't beautiful Nigha; this was the Nigha that he had to find out whether or not she was at death's door.

"Hi Jack; you needed to see me?"

"Okay Nigha; I respect you too much to beat around the bush. Quite a few of your co-workers have expressed concern about your appearance as of late and I would love to reassure them that you're going to be fine. The truth is I can't because I just don't know. You haven't told me anything and frankly; I'm worried sick about you myself."

"Jees; is it that obvious?"

He looked at her as if she were some alien creature before walking around his desk to sit in the chair next to her. He turned his chair to face hers and put a hand on the armrests on either side of her. He looked her straight in the eye before starting again.

"Look Nigha; I'm not one to pry, but you haven't been the same since you came back from your hospital stay. I know you had pneumonia and a severe case of anemia, but I fear that something else is going on and I care too much about you to watch you waste away without at least asking...what's going on?"

"I'm sorry Jack. I guess I didn't fully comprehend how this would affect those around me, but I just didn't want everyone in my business."

"Is it serious? You've got to tell me something because we're scared that you're dying. If you want me to handle how the news is delivered, I'd be happy to do so. I know that you're not obligated to tell me anything, but I implore you to please let me in anyway."

"Jack; I'm not dying. It is serious though. I'm pregnant!"

She saw the worry disappear from his face as his forehead relaxed and he sat back in his chair. He ran his hands through his hair as he tried to regain his composure.

"I understand" he said with a smile. "I haven't seen you go through a pregnancy before so please forgive me for asking but is this what normally happens to you?"

Nigha laughed a little before continuing. "No Jack, with Sean and Stephen I had very little morning sickness; I was a LOT younger, and I wasn't carrying them at the same time" she said with a smile.

"Oh...wait a minute...what? You're having more than one? Is it twins, triplets? Gosh I'm sorry, this really is none of my business but curiosity is definitely getting the better of me. I'm so relieved that you're not ill; other than normal, but I didn't even know that you and you're husband were trying."

"Well, we weren't; but we weren't trying with Sean or Stephen so why break a good trend" she said with a little laugh that he joined in on. "I don't know exactly how it happened (liar, she thought to herself), but in about seven months...well, more like six I'm told; Brett and I will be having twins."

A huge smile crept across Jack's face before he looked worried again. "Nigha, if you're having twins; how is it healthy for you to be dropping so much weight? Wait; forget I asked. I know that you'll be taking good care of yourself and I should be offering my help with how to get your concerned co-workers off your case."

"Like I said, I don't want everyone to know however, I don't want them to think I'm dying either. Everyone will figure it out in a month or two, but I leave it to you to field their questions without telling them about my condition. You're a great boss; I'm sure you'll figure it out. By the way, the morning sickness and the fact that I'd lost weight from being sick are hindering me from gaining weight now. I'm not really too worried though because before you know it, you'll be wondering how I'm carrying around so much weight!" 

"I know just how to handle it. I'll let whomever know that we've spoken about it and I'll assure them that you're going to be alright, but in the interest of maintaining your privacy I'll let them know that I won't be discussing specifics. Thank you so much for trusting me with your happy news. Take care of yourself okay" he said with genuine concern evident in his expression.

"I'm trying" she answered playfully. "Jack, it means a lot to me that you care" she said before she walked out of his office, closing the door behind her.

"You have no idea" he said aloud to himself as he took his seat behind the desk.

**********

Jason was filling his time with three things: work, working out, and worrying about her. He'd get little emails from Clyde every few weeks and in each one, she was getting progressively worse. Keeping in mind that no good could come from him going to see her and the deal he made with God, he stayed put.

The amount of time and effort he was pouring into his work was benefiting him. Even though he'd only been in his new position for two months, he was already up for a salary increase and a bonus. Brian; Jason's boss, had explained to him that even though he was pleased with his performance, if he kept up his current pace, he was headed for a major burn out. Brian suggested that Jason take at least two weeks off in a couple of weeks and Jason could tell by his tone that it was more than a suggestion. He had his assistant schedule his time off, and in three weeks he would need another distraction to occupy his time.

Thoughts of her consumed him as he walked home. He would sometimes see her off in the distance; but realize that when the person impersonating his love grew closer, his mind was playing cruel tricks on him. 

He had built up a routine: eat, work, eat, work, eat, workout, shower, sleep. Kane called him repeatedly, but was forced to leave messages because Jason really wasn't up for conversation. Talking to Kane would conjure up thoughts about Kane being the one to see her at will. His involuntary resentment toward his beloved older brother was growing and the fact that Kane and Brett were becoming such good friends didn't help matters much.

His daily life, or lack thereof had become a torturous affair and he was making no moves to improve his situation. The few times he did talk to his brother; Kane would drop hints like "go out and see the sights of Atlanta, you can't stay cooped up for forever." He had no desire to see anything but his apartment, work, and her.

On the Friday before he was planning a trip, he'd reluctantly agreed to go out with John and Terry for a "guy's night out." Even though he didn't really want to be on the bar scene, he relented and burst into laughter when Terry promised that it wouldn't be the "Chappelle's Show version."

The plan was to hit a few clubs, have a few drinks, and to get John and Terry laid. Jason would only partake in the first two, even though it had been three months since he'd been the third. The brutal attacks visited upon him by Rosy Palm and her five sisters had kept his "needing some serious pussy" stress level down, but it wasn't non-existent...far from it.

The trio hit a few bars, had a few too many drinks, and finally decided that the good looking women liked to dance so they moved on to the clubs to check out the scenery. John and Terry let out a simultaneous "jackpot" when they got to the second club because they'd finally found the good looking girls. Jason agreed that these were some of the best they'd seen, but in his mind he knew that none could hold a candle to her.

There she was.

He'd know her anywhere. She was off in the distance dancing with two friends; one he knew that he recognized and the other he'd never seen before. She'd caught his eye and started to walk over with that same sexy smile that he longed to see so much, but something was definitely wrong. The closer she got to him, her features started to change and then he realized why he recognized one of her friends. Her friend was Tina, and this was Gina. The drinks were playing tricks on him.

"Hey stranger; where ya been?"

"Oh you know; working, working, and more working" he said with a slight slur in his speech. "You look great."

"Oh this old thing?" she said putting her hand on her chest for emphasis. "Seriously though, thanks. It took me forever to pick it out. It's the first time I've been out in a long time. The first time I've felt like it since I dumped the jackass two months ago. I wanted to look hot but not desperate, did I pull it off?" she asked as she gestured with her hands.

"Definitely hot...like fire and the total opposite of desperate" the words poured out before he could catch himself. His mind-to-mouth strainer was too full of alcohol to work properly. The last thing he wanted to do was to give his new friend the wrong idea, but he spoke the truth; she was smoking in her strapless red dress.

"Wow! Coming from the president of the hot club, I'll take that as a stamp of approval" she said with a laugh. She looked at him with a hunger he hadn't seen in a sexy woman's eyes in a while, before some drunken idiot bumped her from behind and sent her sailing into Jason.

He wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her, and she hadn't realized just how hard his body was until that moment.

"Oh my" was all she could muster with her left arm wrapped around his neck and her right placed on his chest.

"Are you alright?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. The feel of her against him was stirring up carnal feelings that he was trying so hard to suppress.

"Thanks for the rescue honey" she said as she tilted her face toward his. When his ice blue eyes met her London blue ones, they both felt the spark and looked away. Neither of them was ready for something or someone new.

"Dance with me" he commanded more than asked.

"You've got to be kidding me. All this and you dance? Pinch me I must be dreaming...oww!"

He'd playfully pinched her arm. "Now that settles that...come on" he said taking her hand and leading her to the floor.

'Oh shit, white boy has got skills' she thought to herself as he began to move to the music. She didn't realize that she'd been motionlessly watching him in awe until he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him.

Jason knew he was out of his controlled element. He'd lost count after the seventh Kamikaze, but something about the way she felt in his arms made him not care. He liked Gina; he knew that she was hot from the first moment he saw her, but his heart wouldn't let him see her as anything more than a friend. Now his heart was just as liquefied as his brain, and the head below his waist was beginning to take over.

Gina was lost in the moment with her handsome neighbor as well. Although she'd only had three Cosmos, she was feeling pretty good as well. The looks he was giving her were making her feel better.

Jason looked over to the bar and saw John and Terry looking on in amazement at the stuffed suit tearing up the dance floor with the hottest woman in the room. Terry tipped his glass to Jason and continued his conversation with Tina. Naturally, John was chatting up their friend Nina.

"So she's Gina" John said pointing in Jason's direction. "She's Tina, and you're Nina? Are you kidding me?"

"I know! Weird isn't it? Well I've got another one for you; my birthday is the day before theirs."

"Nuh uh!" he said with a laugh. "So how do you know them?"

"We've been friends since grade school. Everyone jokingly refers to me as the Indian triplet. We really caught it when those Benetton ads were popular" she joked. "How do you know him?" she asked motioning her head toward Jason.

"He works with us and let me tell you; I've never seen him like this. He's so uptight and quiet at work. I tell ya, I hate his guts. I mean look at him and then look at her, and her, and her" he said motioning to the women eyeing Jason. "It's like this everywhere we go and he doesn't even care; but enough about him and his dashing good looks. Let's talk about you and this smokin' dress you have on..."

Gina had turned her back to Jason, and he was grinding up against her sending her into a frenzy. She was attracted to him the first time she'd met him, but this was something different. This was something she wasn't ready for; she wasn't ready to want someone the way she wanted him. Little did she know that the feeling was mutual.

When he'd pulled her to him, he smelled her hair and the familiar scent intoxicated him; peaches. 'Damn that shampoo' he thought. 'Damn her for making me love her so much. Damn her for going on with her life and leaving me stuck in this mire. Fuck me for creating this situation.'

Gina turned to face him and noticed the faraway look in his eyes and then it happened. He looked into her eyes and she recognized the same need that she felt. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his face within inches of her own as their bodies swayed with the rhythm of the music. 

"Jason, I can't help it...I want you" she whispered so that only he could hear. She touched her nose to his and lightly brushed his lips with her own.

He closed his eyes at the contact and made no move to pull away. Her lips were so soft and she smelled so good. She kissed him; no tongue at first, and then she tested the waters and was rewarded by his tongue intertwining with her own. Before too long, the kiss sailed past the "R" rating onto "NC-17" as they got lost in the need to be close to someone. Gina had wrapped one of her legs around his hip as he kneaded her ass and ground his crotch against her.

"Let's get out of here" she said as she came to her senses and the realization of where they were hit her like a ton of bricks. She looked around to find her sister, Nina, and Jason's two friends looking on; dumbfounded. She gave a wink and a little head nod after she made eye contact with Tina, and led Jason out onto the street and hailed a cab in record time.

They were all over each other in the back of the cab and once they reached their building, Jason mistakenly gave the cabbie two hundred dollar bills instead of two tens. The cabbie tried to call out, but Jason just grumbled "keep it" and the cabbie just expressed his thanks and drove off.

The make out session continued on the elevator ride and when it reached their floor, they stumbled out in a hurry to make it to his place.

Jason could feel his heart pounding through his chest, but his brain was struggling to send him the messages that he hadn't been getting for the past hour.

'This is wrong man. She's not the one you want and you like her too much to use her to fill some basic need. Look at her; she's beautiful, funny, and easy to be with. If you do this, all that's gonna change. Tonight won't make her Nigha and tomorrow will just be full of regret along with the nasty hangover that's coming your way...STOP.'

As they hit the couch, his brain finally got through long enough for Jason to think about the situation as she straddled him. He grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her away.

"Gina, I can't do this. My heart's a mess and you're too good to just be a one night stand. I like you too much to..."




Jason's Story Ch. 12



She smiled as she placed her fingertips over his mouth.

"Jason, you're just as sweet as you are hot...and that's pretty damn sweet" she said with a laugh. "I'm pretty messed up to, but I'm a big girl and I'm not looking for anything past tonight. I like you too and we're both adults; two messed up adults who just need to be close to each other. I'm not looking for anything long term; I'm just looking for this" she said as she kissed him again and ground her pussy against his cock.

"Gina, please. I'm trying to do the right thing here and you're making it extremely difficult for me" he pleaded as she kissed his neck.

"No honey; you're trying to do the honorable thing here. I'm totally taking advantage of you in your weakened state and I only hope that you'll forgive me tomorrow. Shut up and let's keep doing the right thing because I'm making it hard for you on purpose."

He let out a low groan as he grabbed her and forcefully kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her as he got up from the couch, and she wrapped her legs around him as he walked toward his bedroom. He placed her at the foot of his bed and started to unbutton his shirt as she looked on.

"Oh my" she said aloud without realizing it. "You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

He let his shirt fall to the floor and she reached up and ran one hand over his stomach while undoing his belt with the other. He leaned forward and slowly unzipped her dress revealing a large, pin-up girl tattoo on the lower right side of her back.

"That's a new one. I've never seen a woman with a pin-up girl tattooed on her back" he said as he ran his fingers over it.

"It's very narcissistic of me I know, but when I'm old and gray I want a reminder of me at my best" she said as she stood, mimicking the pose of the tat, and let her dress pool at her feet.

"Jesus you're gorgeous" he said as he stroked his cock through his pants. All thoughts of this being wrong escaped him when she stood before him; naked.

He studied the peaks, valleys, and curves of her frame and ran his hand down her side; resting it on her hip.

She didn't speak; she only smiled as she continued working on his pants until they met her dress on the floor. She removed the final piece of fabric that separated her from the object of her lust and was taken aback by the size of it.

"Good lord" was all she said before grasping his hardened member and tongue kissing the head; eliciting a deep moan from Jason.

He was deeply turned on as her eyes never left his as she worked her way up and down his shaft. After about five minutes, he knew he had to be inside her or he'd explode. He took a small step back to get her to release his cock; which she did reluctantly. She could tell by the look in his eyes that it was time to take this to the next level and slowly inched her way up the massive bed until her head touched the pillow.

He climbed up the bed slowly; like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, and reached into the top drawer of his nightstand. She anxiously watched as he sheathed his cock to protect them both.

"No turning back now; are you ready for this?"

"Mmmnnhh, I've been ready since the day you answered the door in your boxers" she purred with a wicked smile as she pulled him into a kiss.

He positioned himself at her entrance and teased her already wet pussy with the head of his cock.

"Ooohh, don't tease me" she pleaded.

"Tell me that you want me."

"Of course I do."

"Nah ah ah" he said as he clicked his tongue and stopped his movement. "Tell me that you want me."

"I want you, NOW!" she said in a vain attempt to make contact with his cock.

"That's what I needed to hear" he said as he slowly started to push inside of her.

Her mouth formed an "o" in her silent scream as she adjusted herself to his size. She'd figured that he was pretty big judging by his size, but he was bigger than she'd ever thought possible. Thankfully he was as skilled as he was huge, so he knew just when to stop moving, and when to start again. Before too long, she was moving her hips in time with his thrusts.

Everything about sex with Gina was great except for the fact that she was deafeningly quiet. He'd gotten quite used to the moans and groans of someone else and needed to make Gina a little more vocal to quell his desire. He adjusted his position to ensure that he would brush against her clit on every stroke and even though her facial expressions showed her enthusiasm, she was still silent.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes" she answered in a whisper.

"Tell me you like it."

"I like it."

"I can't hear you baby. Tell me you like it" he said as he nibbled on her earlobe.

"Oh, oh, oh; I like it" she answered louder than before.

He smiled a wicked smile to himself as he increased his pace, eliciting moans that became louder and more high pitched with each stroke.

"Yeah, that's what I like to hear. Are you gonna cum for me soon Gina? I want you to cum for me baby" he said as he nipped the side of her neck.

"Oh God...so good...so good" she said in broken phrases as she alternated between looking into his eyes and at his chest and abs as he moved. It was as good as she'd imagined it; on more than one occasion. 

He could tell that she was nearing her release by the spasms he felt around his cock buried deep inside her. He started to jackhammer his cock in and out of her enjoying the look of lust and surprise on her face, and the moans that escaped her. She was on fire for him and he would make sure that this was good for her.

"Don't stop...don't...stop."

"Who am I?"

"Ja...Ja...Jas."

"Say it" he commanded, pushing her over the edge.

"Oh God...JASON!" she yelled out as the orgasm overtook her. She saw specks of white light as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, and still he kept going.

"Damn you feel good girl" he said as he felt his own orgasm building. Words escaped her and only moans and grunts remained as he rode her through one orgasm to the next. She wondered just how many times he could make her cum before he did himself, but lost count after the fourth time.

His grunts started to get louder and his thrusts harder as he fucked Gina senseless. Finally, the last three months of sexual frustration were released into the condom that separated him from Gina's womb. 

He hovered over her, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her heaving breasts and he noticed again just how beautiful she was. She looked up at him and reached out and touched his face. As she ran her fingers over his lips she let the thought pass her lips before she could catch herself.

"I don't know who she is, but she's a fool to let you go" she said as she smiled at him with a look of satisfaction on her face. Then he felt a pang that he hadn't felt in a long time and it was the reason that he'd tried to keep this from happening; guilt. 

He lay down next to her on the bed and pulled her close to him as she wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Jeez that was amazing. Thank you Jason. I really needed that" she said in a tired, breathless voice.

"I think we both did" he said as he kissed her on the forehead. He ran his fingers through her hair and up and down her back and then he noticed that she was breathing rhythmically. He joined her in slumber a few minutes later.

The next morning Jason awoke alone in his bed and couldn't help but wonder if it had all been a dream. He looked over and noticed a pink piece of paper on the pillow next to him. He sat up and read the note:





Jason's Story Ch. 12



"Hey you. Congratulations about what?" she'd missed the text that Bria had sent.

"Why, on your impending arrival of course. Twins from what I hear" he said trying to mask his mix of emotions.

She was in silent shock on her end of the line; a reaction he fully expected. After a few tense moments he continued.

"Why didn't you tell me? I've been worried sick about you; wondering if I'd lose you forever and in a way I have."

"I'm so sorry Jase; I just didn't know how. With what happened between us, how could I just call you up and tell you the news? I didn't..."

"Want to hurt me? It's pretty impossible not to be hurt when you find out that the love of your life is expecting her husband's twins" his words dripping hurt and anger.

Nigha sat silent again. Partly because of the truth in his statement, and partly because of the fact that he'd drawn his own conclusion about the paternity of her twins. She wouldn't have to lie to him. 

"Whatever I'm dealing with right now; I am glad that you're going to be alright. I'm on my way back to Atlanta now that I've found out the truth about your condition. Take care of yourself and those babies. I love you still and always."

He hung up after he finished his statement and didn't wait for a reply. After she heard the click, she said "I love you too" in a whisper before placing the receiver in its cradle. After staring at the phone for what seemed like hours; she left work to go home and "get some rest", but sat in the parking lot, crying for a good five minutes before driving off.



Jason's Story Ch. 13



Hi new and faithful readers! It's taken me a little longer than the promised month; but I hope it's worth the wait. Please comment and vote...I love your feedback ;-)

Kitty

Four months later

Jason had struggled with his emotions after hearing the news. He spent even more time working; which had garnered him another promotion and salary increase, and had spent the remainder of his time at the gym. 

He and Gina had practiced their "friends with benefits" relationship perk quite a few more times, and both were careful not to let touchy, feely emotions get in the way of that. She was open with him that she wanted to remain friends and was using him to satisfy her "carnal" needs and after a little while, he was okay with that.

He still couldn't keep her off of his mind for very long.

*****

Nigha entered her seventh month of pregnancy knowing that she was on borrowed time before Max put her on bed rest. Although Max and the other consulting OBs would've liked for her to be heavier; she had managed to gain a healthy amount of weight. Bria's teasing had come and gone after month five and now she just felt like a blimp. 

Brett was pressuring her to go on an early maternity leave, but she refused just as he'd expected. It was her fighting spirit and determination that had made him fall for her in the first place. That and the fact that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on; before or since.

Brett fawned over her; making sure she ate when and what she was supposed to. She would wake up in fits from severe leg cramps in the middle of the night and he was quick to rub them out for her and hold her close until she fell asleep. He was so in love with the twins; who had finally revealed themselves to be girls after four separate ultrasounds, that he'd kiss both sides of her stomach every night before he went to sleep.

Sometimes she would just sit back and watch him rub her big belly and talk to the girls. He was like a child; amazed by the fact that there were two babies growing inside of his beloved wife. At times; he would just stop and look into her eyes, and melt her heart. 

Everything was perfect; almost. In less than a month it would all change. Just how much; no one could fathom.

***************

Max had told Nigha that although she was still in excellent shape; the time had come for her to go on bed rest. The twins were mature enough to survive on their own, but the longer they stayed put before birth; the healthier they would be.

Brett looked on as Nigha furrowed her brow like a child; but did not protest. He reached out, took her hand and kissed it.

"Max, since it is Friday would it be alright if we had one last night out on the town?"

Nigha turned to her husband and smiled sweetly.

"Well I can't imagine one more night making that much difference. I know you'll take good care of her even if she won't" she said looking at Nigha amused by the fact that Nigha stuck her tongue out at her.

"Don't you worry Max. She's my girl carrying my girls; nothing will get to them as long as I'm around."

"Alright kids; go on out and have some fun" she said as Brett helped Nigha out of her chair.

As Brett walked and Nigha waddled out of the office, she looked up at him with those big brown eyes and smiled.

"You have no idea how much I love you."

"Oh, I think I do" he said as he leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips. She moaned softly at the contact and he placed his hand on her belly.  

**********

Jason had been keeping himself closed off from the world outside of work. He'd backed away from what was happening with Gina. The fear of hurting her was too much and he couldn't bear to be the cause of someone else feeling the way that he did. She'd tried to reassure him that her intentions were less than honorable; but she understood and said that she wasn't ready to let go of their friendship, so she went along with his wishes.

He reached out and put his hand to the side of her face. She placed her hand over his and closed her eyes.

"You are truly one of the most beautiful women I've ever known" he said as he kissed her on the forehead.

"And you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen" she said as she planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Mmnh; if you ever change your mind about the benefits part of our friendship, I'm just two doors down" she said with a seductive smile.

As she walked toward the door, her curiosity got the better of her.

"Jason, does she know that you still love her?"

"She does."

"Does she still love you?"

"Yes."

"What the hell is wrong with the two of you? How long are you going to be like this?"

"Probably forever" he said with a solemn look on his face.

"What's keeping you away? She still loves you and you obviously still love her."

"Yes. Now and always; but there is someone else and she's...it's...complicated."

"Oh my goodness" she said with her mouth agape. "She's married!"

He didn't answer; he just looked down and ran his hand through his hair. For some reason, he'd only had it trimmed over the last few months and it now rested in inky waves on his shoulders. 

Gina walked over and sat next to him on the floor in front of the sofa.

"Look Jason; I'm never going to be one to judge. I can't imagine a woman cheating on her husband...but then again I can't imagine a woman NOT being attracted to you. Honey, if you ever want to talk about anything; I could be your safe place. Anyone can see that this thing is tearing you up inside" she said as she placed her hand over his heart.

He looked into her eyes for the first time since she'd figured out his secret and his torment. She saw the pain and for the first time since they'd met, she saw it for what it was. It was a look that was always in his eyes; every time they were together, every time they'd had sex. 

He placed his hand atop hers and smiled. "Thank you Gina. I'm not ready, but it's good to know that you're there whenever I am."

"Okay big guy" she said as she kissed him on the cheek. "You know where I am when you need me."

She made it to the door again before he called out to her.

"Gina; she's pregnant and it's killing me."

Her eyes met his as she turned around and even though he wasn't asking; she recognized that look as a plea for her to stay. 

She walked over and again joined him on the floor. Over the next three hours he poured his heart out and told her everything. She could see his shoulders relax as he laid it all out for her. She felt privileged that he'd chosen her.

As she heard their story she couldn't help the thought that crossed her mind. How was he so sure that those babies weren't his? Why didn't he even question it? Being his "safe place", she thought it best to just listen to him and let him vent. 

He was letting it all out when he was interrupted by his phone ringing. When he recognized Kane's cell number, he decided to let the machine pick up.

"J...uhh...man it's bad. You need to get here as quick as you can; it's Nigha..."

Jason scrambled to get to the phone before Kane hung up. Gina could tell by his quick reaction that 'Nigha' must be the one that he'd been talking about.

"K what's going on?"

J, there's been an accident and it's bad man...real bad

"Is she alright? Are the twins okay? Where was Brett?"

She's in bad shape and she had the twins at the scene of the accident. She lost consciousness after giving birth and the doctors fear that she won't come around. The twins are fine, but Brett was driving and he's clinging to life.

He stood; dazed and silent before his thoughts came to him.

"How's Bria holding up?"

She's an absolute mess. The situation is really grim and she's trying to be as strong as she can.

Thoughts were racing through Jason's mind. The hurt of her carrying another man's children; the fact that she'd chosen to stay with her husband; finding out about her pregnancy from his brother; none of that mattered at that moment. The only thing that did was getting to her; before it was too late.

"K, don't try to talk me out of it; I'll be there in a few hours."

I wouldn't dream of it bro. Why do you think I called? Please drive carefully though; Mom and Dad would kill me if something happened to you.

"Thanks man; I love you."

Yeah, yeah; I love you too. Now hang up the phone pack a few things and get your ass over here.

"Alright man, I'll see you in a few."

With that he hung up the phone and stood quietly for a moment. He was so caught up in the news that he'd forgotten that Gina was there.

She looked up at him standing there; dumbfounded, and placed her hand on his chest.

"So, Nigha is the one?"

He couldn't voice his answer; he nodded in the affirmative.

"So you'll be out of town for at least a few days then" she stated more than questioned and he nodded again. "Drive carefully and please call me when you get there to let me know that you arrived safely?"

She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Do you need some help packing a few things?"

"Gina" he was at a loss for words for what her being there meant to him when he just sighed and simply said "thank you."

"I'll call you when I get there; promise" he said as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. 

"You better!" She smiled and gave him a hug before walking out of the door.

He was out of the condo less than ten minutes later.

**********

Although he was awake and alert for the record two hours it took him to get to Charlotte; he remembered nothing about the drive. True to his word; he called Gina to let her know that he'd made it alright and then he called Kane from the parking lot and was surprised to see Bria waiting for him at the nurse's station when he stepped off of the elevator. 

Her eyes were red and puffy; the obvious result of crying. She gave him a sad smile as he walked cautiously toward her. He was surprised when she hugged him and paid close attention when he heard her whisper "play along alright."

"Jason. Thank you for getting here so quickly" she said loud enough for all of the attendants at the nurse's station to hear.

"You know I couldn't stay away."

"I would expect no less from our favorite cousin" she said with a wink.

"This is my cousin, Jason. I'm going to take him back to the waiting room now" she said to the nurse, not waiting for a reply. She grabbed Jason's hand and led the way.

Quickly catching on to the charade, he started to talk to her.

"So they're not letting anyone but family back huh?"

"You got it" she replied; still holding his hand.

"Did Kane put you up to this?"

"No. I remembered that the only reason that they allowed him to come back with me was because he was practically carrying me. I knew that they wouldn't have let you come back, and they might have kept K out here too if he'd come to meet you."

"Thank you. I would've been going crazy out there" he said as he lightly squeezed her hand.

"You're welcome, but I didn't do it solely for you. Two people I love very much love you, so I did it for them. I am glad that you're here though" she said as she patted his hand with her free hand before letting it go. "Jason, I have to warn you; you're going to be going crazy back here too. I need you to keep your cool as much as possible, and to keep being our "cousin" no matter how hard this is for you."

Her words were a cryptic warning that he had no idea just how bad things really were. As long as the love of his life was still alive; it couldn't have been as bad as he'd imagined. As Bria walked him over to the window of the ICU room where she was, he felt his knees buckle at the sight of her.

Kane walked over and handed Bria a latté and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Thanks baby" she said as she wrapped her arm around his waist and rested her head against his chest.

Jason hadn't even noticed that Kane was there until he tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey man. It's good to see you; I just wish the circumstances weren't so grim."

"Yeah, me too. What happened?"

He turned back to look into the window as Bria spoke. Nigha had about 20 stitches holding the left side of her face together from her eyebrow to her jaw. She was wearing an oxygen mask, an IV, and she was hooked up to all sorts of monitors.

"She was going to be put on bed rest and Brett decided to take her out for one last night on the town. They were on their way home when a truck driver fell asleep at the wheel and plowed into the driver's side of Brett's Escalade. It's by the grace of God that he wasn't killed instantly."

"Oh God. How is he?"

"Honestly, they don't expect him to make it through the night" she said trying to keep herself from crying; failing miserably. "He has so many internal injuries, they don't know how he's still alive" she said in between sobs.

"He's alive because of her and those babies" he said in a somber tone as he placed his hand on the glass. "How are the babies?"

Kane was comforting Bria as she buried her face in his chest; sobbing uncontrollably.

"J, they're fine. The stress of the accident sent Nigha into labor. Surprisingly, she was alert and calm as she gave birth, but immediately lost consciousness after she heard both of them cry."

"That's good. Is she going to be alright?" He felt tears welling up as he looked on at her and heard what she'd just been through. 

"She's in better shape than Brett" he started as Bria shook in his arms "but the doctors tell us that if she doesn't come around within the next 24 hours, she may slip into a coma."

Kane stopped speaking when he noticed that Jason was shaking. He'd decided to fill him in on more of the details later, when Jason made him continue with a single question.

"What happened to her face?" he asked; barely audible.

"The impact shattered the driver's side window and sent the side mirror sailing through the car. It hit her in the side of head, splitting her face open, breaking her nose and fracturing her jaw in the process. The EMTs that responded couldn't believe how calm she was when they showed up. As big and pregnant as she was; bleeding profusely from the head, she was just sitting there holding Brett's hand when they came to help."

"Oh God" he said as he wiped his hand over his nose and mouth and squeezed his chin. "Tell me the rest."

"After they got Brett out of the car she went into labor. She was supposed to have a c-section in two weeks, but it was too late and she had the twins on the way to the hospital."

Jason looked on at her in shock as she lay there; her face battered and bruised, hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her. Her stomach still looked as though she was about nine months pregnant with one child underneath the covers that lay gently over her battered frame. A series of tears streamed down his cheek as he placed his hand on the glass and wept silently.

"Where is Brett?"

"He came out of surgery about an hour ago and at this point; they've done all that they can for him. I'm gonna go take Bria out onto the terrace for some air; you alright man?"

"No; not really, but a trip to the terrace with you isn't gonna help me right now" he replied with a small chuckle.

"Dick" Kane said with his own chuckle.

A few minutes after Kane and Bria had walked off; Jason had to step away from the window. He looked up and saw the sign pointing toward the restrooms and as he walked that way he was stopped in his tracks by the sight in the next room.

The only thing that looked remotely close to the man he'd met previously was his haircut. He was indeed worse off than Nigha; practically at death's door. He was hooked up to at least twice as many things as she was and a ventilator was helping him to breathe. Something about seeing Brett that way, compounding the shock of seeing her in such a state pushed Jason past the calm façade that he was trying to keep up and he broke down. He quickly found his way to the restroom to gather himself.

**********

"Jason...Jason...wake up."

He woke up and saw her leaning over him. With his vision still clouded by sleep; he reached up and touched her face.

"Nigha...baby, I'm so glad you're alright" he said with a sleepy smile.

"Jason, it wasn't a dream. It's Bria" she said as she gently put her hand over his and watched the brief joy fade from his eyes.

"I'm sorry Bria" he said as he looked at the floor.

She sat down next to him and put her hand on his. "It's okay Jason; I wish she was alright too."

"Why don't you go home and grab a shower and change of clothes. We'll call you if anything changes."

"I can't. I need to...I want..."

"To stay close?"

"Yes."

"Jason" she started; visibly tearing up "I left last night to go and take a shower and change of clothes; now it's your turn. It won't make a difference here whether you stay or go, but I promise you'll feel a little better" she said with a small smile.

"And you'll call if anything changes, right?"

"I give you my word."

With that he reluctantly left; but not before taking a trip to the hospital nursery. All of the babies were asleep but he quickly picked out Nigha's twins. They looked like identical little angels with heads full of jet black hair and little round faces; the world couldn't be cruel enough to make such beautiful little creatures orphans. After standing there for a few minutes, he left to go take Bria's advice.

**********

Jason did no more than take a quick shower, brush his teeth, examine the two day's worth of stubble and left it alone; before he was out of the house and on his way back to the hospital. He was back within an hour.

He easily bypassed the nurse's station after flashing that killer smile and a wink to the head nurse who had been there the night before. He noticed that there was an older couple in the waiting area with Bria and Kane and when he saw the woman's face; he knew who they were instantly.

Nigha and Bria; who looked practically identical, looked just like their mother. She had to be at least in her mid-fifties, but didn't look a day over forty. Not regular forty; Demi Moore/Halle Berry forty. She sat leaning on her husband's shoulder, wiping her eyes.

Jason approached the scene with caution and when Kane saw him, he stood up and walked over to hug him. As Kane hugged him, Jason noticed Nigha's mother look him in the eyes with a strange look in her eyes.

"Mr. and Mrs. McShay; this is my brother Jason."

Nigha's father rose from his seat, smiled, and offered Jason his hand. He shook Jason's hand firmly before speaking, "Are you the Jason that saved my Nigha all those month's ago?"

Jason smiled while shaking his hand. "Sir, I was just in the right place at the right time. Nigha is a really good friend of mine" he said with a smile.

"Nonsense my boy" he said with a laugh. "Call me Simon."

Jason nodded in agreement but couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under Nigha's mother's gaze. She had yet to speak to him but stood along side her husband. After a few moments; she finally extended her hand and spoke to him.

"Nice to meet you Jason" she said with a cautious smile. "I'm Elise; Nigha and Bria's mom."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs....Elise" he said as he shook her hand. As if realizing for the first time that she'd been staring; she softened her gaze and visibly relaxed.

Sensing the change in her demeanor; Jason ventured on to ask the question that had been on his mind since the moment he'd left. As they all sat down; he asked.

"Has there been any change?"

"Nigha has yet to regain consciousness and Brett is still holding on. That son of mine is a fighter just like my Nigha" Simon said with a sad, proud look on his face. "Since Nigha has stabilized; they're going to be moving her to a private room possibly tomorrow. I know she and Brett are going to be fine...they have to be" he said as he looked at the floor.




Jason's Story Ch. 13



Elise reached out and put her hand on Simon's thigh and her head on his shoulder. He put his hand over hers and placed his cheek on the top of her head. She looked over at Jason as he put an elbow on each knee and placed his head in his hands; inky waves falling over his fingers.

Bria walked up on the scene from a short trip to the restroom. She noticed her mother looking at Jason intently.

"Mom, Dad, K, Jason; why don't we go to the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat?" 

Kane and Simon agreed to go along and Elise and Jason decided to stay behind. After they'd left the waiting room; Elise started to make small talk with Jason.

"So, Bria tells us that you and Nigha worked closely together for over a year?"

"Yes ma'am. We've pulled our fair share of long hours together" he said with a smile.

"She thinks very highly of you, you know."

"The feeling is mutual. Nigha is one of the most fascinating people I've ever met."

"Jason; why are you here? It seems quite a way to go to be close to a co-worker; don't you think?"

Jason put his head down and smiled. He finally understood why she was examining him so closely; he thought.

"Elise; in the time that I spent with Nigha, we became more than co-workers. To this day she's one of my best friends and I care a lot about her."

"That much is obvious Jason" she said as she reached out and patted his hand. "Have you seen my granddaughters?"

"I stopped by to see them yesterday. They looked like sleeping angels; they're simply beautiful just like..." he stopped himself before finishing his though aloud.

"Like Nigha" she said finishing his thought.

"Yes; just like their mother" he finished.

"I got to meet them for the first time today and they woke up during my visit. The attending nurse let me know that it was the first time that any of the family had seen them awake" she beamed "They didn't even open those beautiful eyes for Grandpa; eyes shared by both of them, the eyes of their father. Would you like to go and see them?"

"Yes ma'am; very much so."

"I think that's a great idea" she said as she rose to her feet and led the way to the stairwell. "I don't take the elevator; stairs keep you in shape" she said as she smiled back at him.

He followed her up two flights of stairs to the nursery. When they got to the window, the twins were asleep again. Spotting the nurse; Elise motioned for her to bring one of the twins over to the window so that Jason could get a closer look. As the nurse gathered up one of the girls and started to walk toward the window, Elise started to speak again.

"Jason; I'm no fool. I know that you're here because you're in love with my daughter. Please don't insult my intelligence by trying to deny it because it's written all over your face. You share the same worried expression that my husband and other daughter have, although the love behind it is different; it's just as real."

Jason stood stunned by her words and their truth.

"I know who you are Jason Branson, but I don't think that you do...yet."

"What do you mean; you know who I am?" he asked turning to face her.

Elise smiled at the nurse as she approached the window with the baby. She was awake and fighting to free one of her arms from the blankets that swaddled her. 

Elise answered Jason's question with one word "Look" she said as she motioned her head toward the window.

When Jason looked back at the window he felt dizzy at what he saw; his own eyes looking back at him. 

The truth was out.



Jason's Story Ch. 14



Okay, okay...I know that you've been waiting and once again I apologize for taking so long. This time it wasn't the story, my computer decided to take a vacation for a few weeks. I thought my work was lost, but fortunately for me it wasn't ;-) Read, vote, and post comments because I love that stuff!

Kitty

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They stood in silence for a few minutes; looking in the face of the baby girl...his baby girl, one of a matching pair. She was wiggling frantically, trying to escape the covers and the nurse that held her. The hurt in his heart subsided just enough for him to appreciate the gift that had just been given to him and he smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"You didn't know did you?"

"No; I had no idea. Did you?"

"When she opened her eyes this morning; I knew something was very different. When you walked into the waiting room it hit me like a ton of bricks. You're my newest grandchildren's father and you're clearly very much in love with their mother."

"I can't believe she would keep this from me. I missed out on everything for the past months; the first kick, the ultrasounds...I just don't understand" he said with a frustrated sigh.

"Jason; what did you expect her to do? I don't know what happened between the two of you, but I do know that my daughter is a very married woman. If; and I do mean if she knew this entire time, she was probably frantic trying to figure out just how to handle this situation."

"This situation? This situation is that I'm very much in love with her, I'm miserable without her, she's just given birth to MY twin girls and..."

"She's married to someone who isn't you and has been for 15 years. Even if she did know; and let me reiterate that is a BIG IF" she started; beginning to get very agitated, "could she really have just come out and said that they were yours?"

"She could've told me anything!" he said almost yelling. 

"But could she have told her husband anything? When would it have been appropriate Jason? How would that conversation go? Hi honey...I've been having an affair and the twins that you love so much might be the result of that affair. 

And if you had known eight months ago; would you have stayed away? I can tell the answer to that question just by the fact that you're here; hell, you beat us here! How would that have turned out? Fist fights and a stressed out pregnant woman who could've very well miscarried. I know you're hurting, but be realistic will you?"

He stood in silence while contemplating what she'd said. He knew that she was right and that all practicality had been thrown out for Nigha. He loved her so much and knew that he couldn't have stayed away.

"Elise; I'm sorry" he said in an attempt to bring things down a notch. "I know that you didn't have to do this right now, and I really appreciate it. Please don't misunderstand me..."

She reached out and took his hand and patted it as she began to speak. "Jason; I'm sorry too. I can't imagine what you're going through right now and I'm always going to defend my daughter, but I do understand that you have a mix of emotions to work through and it's not my place to try and influence you one way or the other. Just try and do one thing for me; for all of us please?"

"I can't imagine what that is."

"Remember where we are and remember what's going on right now. I know that there are some serious things that need to be hammered out between you, Nigha, and Brett; but I know that you're a brilliant young man and that you know that now is not the time. Please give them a chance to come out of this and give her a chance to heal."

"I'm not going to cause a big hospital scene; I can promise you that. But the time for me to be kept in the dark is over. Out of respect for you and the situation, I will wait for now and I won't mention anything when we get back to the others."

"Do you still love her?"

"I can't imagine that there will ever come a time when the answer to that question is no; but we have a long talk in a series of long talks ahead of us. I don't know how this is going to turn out, but I will be a part of my daughters' lives no matter what happens between their mother and me."

"I would expect no less from any man, let alone the father of my only granddaughters. I know it's a lot to ask, and I can't imagine the amount of pain that you're in right now; but thank you. They are beautiful aren't they?"

"They're more than I could've ever wished for" he replied; looking at the babies through the window.

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When they returned to the waiting room; Kane, Bria, and Simon were there waiting. Bria sensed the change in her mother's attitude toward Jason immediately and was quite curious as to what had happened in the 20 minutes that they were alone together. Before she had a chance to investigate; the attending physician came out to brief them on Nigha and Brett's conditions.

"Mr. and Mrs. McShay; Nigha has stabilized and her body is in the process of healing itself and we're going to be moving her to a private room this afternoon. She has however slipped into a coma and it is our hope that she'll come out of it soon, but in these situations it's very difficult to tell. She suffered a severe head trauma, but no brain damage so her overall prognosis looks good...if she can come out of it without too much time elapsing."

As the tears started to stream down her face; Bria asked the question that was on all of their minds. "What about Brett?"

"To be honest; we didn't think he'd make it through the night, but that one's a fighter and he's still hanging on. He's made some marginal improvements, but it's still touch and go at this point. There's definitely more hope to be had this morning, but it's still a good idea for those close to him to be here."

"Suzanne and Bill are in Europe trying to get back. They should be here tomorrow" Simon volunteered, "but I love that boy like he was my own so we'll stand in in the meantime" he said as he grabbed Elise by the waist and pulled her close.

"After she's moved; when will she be able to have visitors?" Elise asked.

"Personally, I feel that with her situation; the sooner the better. The visits should be limited to one person at a time for no more than 45 minutes for the first few days. Everyone that visits will need to wear scrubs to decrease the risk of infection, but it's my personal opinion that these visits will make the difference in her coming out of this coma."

Kane spoke next, "Well if it's visitors she needs; it's visitors she's got!" he said as he hugged Bria close to him.

Jason stood in silence next to Elise and when she saw the look on his face; she reached out and took his hand. "Yes doctor; my Nigha is lucky to have so many people around who care about her" she said with a squeeze of his hand.

"You're absolutely right Mrs. McShay. I'll go and make the arrangements to have her moved and when she's settled; I'll have one of the nurses come out and explain the visiting procedure."

"Thank you doctor" they all said one by one.

By the time they got Nigha moved to a private room; it was late in the day and she only had time for two visitors. Of course, everyone insisted Elise go first and then Simon would follow. Each of their visits was uneventful but comforting because regardless of what the doctor said; they knew that it was only a matter of time before she opened her eyes.

Bria and Kane went to grab some food for everyone and when they got back; Jason realized that it was the first thing he'd eaten since leaving Atlanta. He made quick work of the sandwiches and drinks (Kane had noticed that he hadn't eaten also, and got him two of everything) before dozing off in the waiting room.

The next day came with the news that Bill and Suzanne were stuck in Heathrow airport and wouldn't be able to make it until the next day; but Brett continued to surprise the hospital staff. The man that they hadn't expected to make it through the first night had now made it through two and though his improvements were marginal at best; they were improvements nonetheless. 

Simon and Elise had been in constant contact with Brett's parents since the accident. It was of little comfort to Bill and Suzanne; but the continuing updates and Simon's optimistic outlook had given them some hope. Hope was all that they had to hold onto; hope that he would somehow hold on and defy the odds.

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"Mom; what's going on with you and Jason? At first you couldn't stop staring at him and now something's different and you're sort of treating him like...family."

"Bri; I think a better question is how long has your sister been involved with Jason?"

Bria looked at her mother with a stunned expression on her face. How the hell did she know, or was she fishing.

"Mom I have no idea what you're talking about. Yes he's gorgeous but Nigha? Come on Mom, you know better."

"So it's been quite a while then" she said matter-of-factly. "Why do you think that I don't know?"

"What makes you think that you do?" Bria asked with an intense curiosity.

"Have you seen your nieces lately?"

"You can't be serious. Those babies are Nigha through and through."

"Of course they are sweetheart. But their eyes belong to their father."

Bria felt her heart sink. Every time she'd been to visit Bryce and Jadyn, as she knew what Nigha was going to name them; they'd been asleep. She searched for some doubt in her mother's eyes but saw none. She'd been right all along and she knew that Nigha had known the whole time she was pregnant.

"What?" was all she could muster as a response to her mother's statement.

"So you didn't know for sure until now; but I'm going to guess that you suspected it. Oh, Jason knows."

"What?"

"JASON KNOWS!" Elise said to her dumbfounded daughter, slowly and succinctly.

"Oh my God! What are we going to do?"

"We have to get Jason out of here before Bill and Suzanne show up."

"Does Dad know?"

"No girl! There are only two of us that know...make that three, although I'm sure your boyfriend has had the same thought. As soon as everyone else sees those eyes and Jason; we're going to have a lot of company though"

"Jesus Nigha" Bria said as she clasped her face in her hands. "How in the world did you get in this mess?"

"That's a stupid question! I got my answer when I first saw him. That boy could make panties magically melt away from your body" she said with a glazed look in her eyes.

"Mom!" Bria said in a state of shock.

"Oh don't act like you don't know! By the way, his brother has that same quality I'm sure" she said with a laugh; nudging Bria with her arm. "This is going to be a tough one."

"You said it Mom. Bill and Suzanne are due in any time now; what's going to happen then?"

"Jason is a sensible guy. He doesn't want to add drama to the trauma of this whole situation. I'm going to ask him if he'll leave before they get here."

"You do realize the improbability of Jason actually going along with that request don't you?"

"I think wild horses would have a difficult time of dragging that man away, but he's been here for 4 days now; I'll just try to convince him that he needs to go home before Bill and Suzanne get here."

"Nigha is in a serious mess with this one. Jason has been sick without her and I have a feeling that the twins are more than enough ammunition for him to fight for her."

"She loves him doesn't she" she said more as a statement than a question.

"Yes, but she's still in love with Brett too. However this one plays out; they're all going to be hurt."

"Most definitely. We'll just have to try and be there for them when the inevitable happens."

"What do you think is going to happen, Mom?"

"It doesn't matter what I think; the inevitable is...inevitable. What I do know is no one is coming out of this unscathed."

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Bill and Suzanne had finally got a flight out of Heathrow; but in order to leave before their scheduled return they had to take a flight to LAX. Even though it was on the complete opposite side of the country; their only thoughts were getting to their son and new granddaughters as quickly as possible.

They would be there the next day.

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After everyone else had their visit; it was finally Jason's turn. He hadn't seen her since she'd been moved from the ICU. By the time he was to go in and visit, he was able to forego the scrubs.

Her face was much less swollen, but she still looked like she'd gone a few rounds with Tyson. She looked so still and so peaceful, he cautiously approached the chair by her bedside.

"Nigh...I need you to open your eyes. I have to know that you're going to be alright. I know that you'd tell me that you're fine and I don't need to be here and I'd just smile and tell you that you know that I'd have to be here. But...I need you to wake up and tell me anyway."

He gently placed his hand on her battered and bruised one. He reached out and lightly brushed a bit of her hair away from her face exposing the stapled gash; wincing as he saw it. He carefully touched her stomach and his emotions got the better of him.

"How could you keep this from me...them from me?" he asked with his voice quivering. "You have to come out of this thing and it has to be fast because I'm dying inside. I need to talk to you...I need you" he was able to get out before he put his head down on the bed next to her and cried quietly.

'Who's crying? Is something wrong? Can I do anything to help?'

"I can't understand how you could leave me in the dark knowing how I feel. Knowing how much I love you."

'Who is that? He sounds so familiar and he's in so much pain; I can hear it in his voice but I can't understand what he's saying. I know that voice'

"You can say what you want; you can stay with Brett if you want, but make no mistake Nigha...you will be mine in the end" he said to her as he wiped the tears from his face. "If you think I'm going to let you go now that you've had my children then you are very sadly mistaken."

'What is he saying? I know that voice all to well. Is it Brett? No...it's Jason. What is he doing here? Where is here?'

Jason put his head down next to her hand and his exhaustion finally got the better of him and he drifted off.

Nigha opened her eyes about 10 minutes after he'd dozed off and was a little startled by her surroundings. She was out of sorts and then she noticed that she wasn't alone. She felt something on her hand and when she looked down; there were silky waves of black hair falling onto her hand. She reached out and ran it through her fingers; lost for a moment in it's texture and beauty. After a few short moments he stirred and when he went to turn his head; he opened his eyes and saw hers.

Shaking his head as if trying to come out of a dream; he sat up and ran his hands over his eyes before looking at her face again. The eyes were still open and looking at him quizzically now.

"Jason? What are you doing here?" she asked and then started to cough. "What am I doing here?"

"Baby, you and Brett were in a terrible accident."

"What?" she said as she slowly lifted her hand to her head. "Where is he?" she asked as she felt the staples holding her face together and winced in pain. Jason noticed a look of panic wash over her face as the realization came to her. She looked down at her stomach in horror and then said "Oh God...where are my babies?"

She was hurling questions at him left and right when he noticed her heart rate increasing on the monitor. He had to calm her down quickly.

"Nigh honey please calm down. The babies are fine; they're in the nursery. You however are not fine and you have to calm down. I want you to take some deep breaths now" he said as he held her hand.

"Where is Brett? Is he okay too?" she said as tears streamed down her face.

"Brett's in the ICU right now."

He could see it in her eyes as the memories came flooding back. She sat up to make her way out of the room when he sat down on the bed beside her to block her exit.

"Jason, get out of the way. I have to get to my husband and my babies!" she said in all the strength she could muster.

"Don't you feel the pain? Honey, you can't walk out of here; you have a fractured pelvis!"

"Pelvis be damned! Brett, Bryce, and Jadyn need me. I have to get out of here."

"That's not going to happen sweetheart" he said in an attempt to keep her calm. "If you don't calm down, the hospital staff will come in and sedate you. I've waited an eternity to see those eyes and hear your voice, please don't take that away from me." 

She calmed down and leaned on him in exhaustion. Her heart rate started to go down as she visibly relaxed. As some of his words started to sink in, she had questions for him.

"An eternity? How long have I been here?"

"Four days."

"How long have you been here? Why are you here?"

"Four days and you already know."

She looked at his face and it was painfully obvious that he'd spent most of the past four days in the hospital. He was still beautiful with his bags and stubble.

"Jason, you shouldn't be here. You have your own life to attend to" she said as she reached up and ran her fingers over his stubble.

"Nigha, I couldn't be anywhere else. I love you" he said as he put his hand over her fingers.

She continued to look at him and studied this new look. His hair was past his shoulders and was absolutely beautiful. Even with his red eyes from a lack of sleep, he was just as sexy as she remembered; even more so.

"Jase, it's not fair to you to be here. You have your own life..."

"And I have my own heart which you still seem to possess. I've taken some much needed time off and there's no place else I could be."

"Who else is here?"

"Bria, K, your mom and dad, and Brett's parents should be in tomorrow."

"Jesus. How bad is it?"

"I can't lie to you; it's not pretty."

"But Bryce and Jadyn are alright?"

"Who?"

"The twins; they're alright aren't they?"

"They're perfect and beautiful; just like their mother" he said as he placed his hand on the unmarked side of her face.

She looked into those beautiful eyes and saw his sincerity; even though she knew by the pain that she felt all over her face that the last thing that she was at that point in time was beautiful. In addition to sincerity; she saw love, worry, pain, and turmoil.

Jason was conflicted about how much to tell her. He just knew that he wouldn't tell her that he knew the truth about their babies.

"Jase, I have to see him."

"I know that you want to, but he can't have visitors right now. But you can and there are some people outside that are going to be jumping for joy when I go and tell them that you're awake."

"Who's here?"

"Bria; of course, Simon, Elise, and Kane."

"You've already met my parents?" she asked with a small laugh.

"Sure have" he said with a nod. "They're great and your mom is HOT!" 

As he laughed she punched him in the arm and he pretended to fall over.

"Your dad's not to shabby either."

"Jason...stop checking out my parents you perv!"

"Speaking of your parents; I'm going to tell them that you're awake."

Before he got up, she grabbed his forearm to stop his ascent. He looked at her hand and placed his on top of it.

"It means a lot to me that you're here and that you've been here all this time."

"Nigh; there's no where else I could be right now" he said as he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.

There was a long silence between them before she spoke again.

"Jase wait; before you go and get my parents...there's something I need to tell you. I'm sure you'll hate me; and with good reason, but you have a right to know. There's something that I've been keeping from you for far too long..."





Jason's Story Ch. 14



He had been preparing for her to tell him about the twins' paternity when Simon came bursting into the room.

"My baby! I knew you'd wake up soon" he said as he rushed to her side and kissed her on her unmarred cheek.

Elise wasn't far behind and as Bria slipped in; followed closely by Kane, Jason got out of their way and moved toward the door. As Nigha was showered with affection; she looked over at Jason and mouthed 'please don't leave'.

He mouthed 'I'll come back...I promise' before he blew her a kiss and slipped out the door. He would be back; this was far from over.

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Elise relayed word that Brett's parents were in flight and would be arriving at the hospital sometime later in the day. She noticed that Jason was absent from the crowd but she had a pretty good idea of where he would be. She needed to speak with him about the situation.

She excused herself for a walk and climbed the two flights of stairs. Just as she'd suspected, she saw him off in the distance looking through the glass. She walked up behind him and placed a hand on his back; causing him to jump slightly.

"I knew you'd be here."

"Just needed to see them again. To make sure this wasn't all just some crazy dream."

"No honey; it's no dream, but for two people I love very much it will quickly become a nightmare."

"How is Brett doing? I walked by his room earlier and I noticed that a lot of the swelling in his face had gone down."

"He's actually improving. The doctor's won't confirm it, but we can tell."

"Good. He's a good man and he deserves better than this."

"That is very true" she replied picking up on his meaning. "Jason; I think it's admirable that you're hoping for the best for Brett."

"Brett is a good guy and he loves Nigha. I can't fault the man for his excellent timing and impeccable taste" he said with a smile.

"There are some men who would not have minded if the one thing that stood in their path had just simply faded away."

"There are some men who would not have pursued something that clearly belonged to someone else for their own selfish reasons also" he said as he kept his eyes on the tiny little fingers peeking out of the swaddled pink blanket.

"Even though the choices some men make may not be honorable; the trouble that results from them usually take a willing participant in the actions. What will you do when Brett pulls through?"

"I want him to pull through and be the man that he was before so that when she comes to me; I'm not winning by default. I intend to be with the love of my life, mother of my children. She was going to tell me."

"When?"

"I was getting ready to walk out of the room to get you guys when she stopped me. She was just about to tell me when everyone came in."

"How long had she been awake before Simon noticed?"

"About twenty minutes. Elise; I know that I have no right to ask, but would you do me a favor?"

"It depends on the favor" she said as she gave him a sly smile.

"Don't tell her that I know. I think that she'd feel better if she told me."

"I agree with you and I can't make any promises when it comes to keeping the truth from my daughter, but I will try my best."

"Thank you. So Brett's parents are due in today right?"

"Yes, they should be here before the day is out."

"Good. Could you tell my brother that I'll be at the house?"

Elise looked into his eyes for the first time in their conversation and smiled at him. "Thank you Jason."

"For what?" he asked with a shrug of his shoulders as though he had no idea what she was implying.

"For understanding. I look forward to the day when I can meet the parents of such fine young men" she said as she took his hand.

"Who knows; it may be sooner than you think" he said with a wink.

Elise let out a small chuckle. "I can see why she cares about you."

"It's more than caring; she loves me" he said matter-of-factly.

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Later in the afternoon; Brett's parents finally made it to the hospital and were greeted by good news. He was getting stronger by the hour and the doctor's were beginning to speak about his treatment with days instead of hours as the timeframe. 

Suzanne donned the hospital scrubs first and went in and sat with her son. Tears streamed from her eyes as she noticed the cuts and bruises on his normally handsome, but now nearly unrecognizable face. Bill waited with Simon and Elise, and was brought up to speed on Brett's condition and the treatment to come.

At that point; the doctors were very optimistic about his chances and with good reason. Brett was going to come through this thing after all.



Jason's Story Ch. 15



Hi all!

Well, here it is. If you're new to the story then I have to warn you; this chapter and the next are mainly for Jason fans. There's no sex, just furthering the story along. Sorry for the pace, but I have been working on it :-) As usual, please vote, comment, and most of all Enjoy (and forgive ;-).

I give you Chapter 15!

Kitty  

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Jason waited for Kane to call and let him know that Bill and Suzanne had left with Simon and Elise before he went back for a visit. It had been two days since he'd seen her and since she was on the mend; he'd have to return to Atlanta after this visit.  

The past two days had allowed her time to see her new babies and to confirm what she already knew in her heart. Things were going to be very different and it had to start with telling Jason and Brett the truth.

When he got to her room, he stood and watched her through the slim window in the door. Most of the swelling in her face had gone down and her fabulous mane had been brushed and pulled back into one of her trademark ponytails. 

Instinct made her turn toward the door and when their eyes met; time seemed to stand still for a few moments. Before she could lift her hand to motion; he'd started to walk inside. Pulling up a chair, he quietly sat by her bedside and looked at her.

"I think that there was something important that you wanted to tell me?"

"Jason; I've done something horrible and I don't expect your forgiveness, but I couldn't take it if you hated me...forever."

He calmly reached out and took her hand.

"You should know by now that you can tell me anything."

"Jason—I" she managed to get out before the confession lodged in her throat. She swallowed hard and looked into his eyes and started again. "Jason; I don't know how to tell you except to just come right out and say it. The twins; my twins are..."

"Beautiful, just like their mother" he said with a comforting smile.

"Their also ours; yours and mine" she said as she closed her eyes and tears started to fall with the admission.

He thought that he'd been prepared to hear her admit what he already knew, but he was unprepared for her to say the words. He felt a heat in his chest that slowly rose to his face. He placed her hand beside her on the bed and got up and walked out of the room.

The realization hit him harder than he'd expected. She'd known, or at the very least suspected the entire time. He had expected to feel disappointment or hurt, but anger was coursing through his veins and it was just as real as his love for her. The shock of the news had worn off and rage was beginning to take its place.

As he stood outside of her door; he tried to come to grips with what he was feeling. 

She sat there stunned; hardly believing the words that spilled out of her mouth. Surprisingly enough; she could breathe a little easier, but she wanted nothing more than to be able to go to him. The sight of him standing outside the door; rigid and cold, made her feel worse than keeping the truth from him had.

He stood there for a while trying to figure out how hearing the truth that he'd already known had affected him so. The woman he loved more than life had just told him that he'd fathered her twins, but in the same breath had let him know that she'd known all along. He'd hoped that she didn't know. He'd hoped that she was as surprised as he was to learn the truth. 

He'd hoped wrong.

What did it matter really? Whether she knew before, during, or after; it didn't change the fact that he was a father. He needed some space.

Her heart threatened to stop beating when she watched him walk away. Would he come back? 

He stepped out onto the terrace to have some time alone. His mind was racing and he decided to sit in one of the uncomfortable-but-ornate wrought iron chairs.

After he'd walked away, she sat and thought of how life would be now that the truth was out. How her marriage was probably over as soon as Brett regained consciousness. How could she tell the man that she loved more than anything that she'd fallen for another man and had given birth to his twins?

Hopefully with more tact than she had with the other man.

As Jason sat out on the terrace; scenes played through his mind. The first time he'd seen her walk into that training session. The lunches they shared in the beginning; before he'd let her know how he felt. The criminal lengths that he went to to let her know just how he felt.

As that thought went through his mind and how she should've hated him for what he'd done, but quickly forgave him and eventually fell in love with him; the realization of everything hit him.

He had no room to judge her; it was going to take him some time to move past it, but he would. He would for himself, for her, and for his daughters. 

He again found himself standing outside her door; a metaphor for their entire relationship up to this point. Walking through the door would signify the next phase.

He watched her through the glass; shaking as the tears continually fell down her face. Although he was still conflicted about his feelings; he slowly walked in.

She didn't hear him walk in. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he touched her hand. When she looked into his eyes, she saw that his eyes had welled up.

"I knew that they were mine."

"What? How could you know? I didn't even know for sure until I saw -- you'd already seen them" she nodded to herself more than to him.

"You didn't know?"

She looked at him; not wanting to hurt him but having to tell him the truth.

"I knew" she said as she looked downward. "I may not have had proof, but in my heart I knew. I just didn't know what to do."

He reached out and took her hand. No words were exchanged as she cried quietly.

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

"I hoped that the twins belonged to my husband; strangely, I don't regret that they're yours. As soon as I saw their eyes, I knew that I had to tell you...and Brett" she said looking off into the distance.

"What will you do now? Do you think that you and Brett have a future?"

"It's all too much right now. He hasn't even regained consciousness yet, but I know he will. This is going to break his heart."

"If he'll have you; will you stay with him?"

"I don't know" she replied thoughtfully.

Before she knew what was happening; he'd leaned over her and placed his hands on either side of her on the bed.

"I do know. He'll never touch you again and he'll never love you the way that I do."

He leaned in close to her face almost touching her nose with his own. She was stunned as she looked into his eyes and studied his handsome face. His hair fell around his face, brushing against her cheek.

"You've tried to fight it for so long; aren't you tired?" he leaned toward his left and rested his cheek against hers and spoke barely above a whisper directly into her ear. "You belong to me and I won't let you go; now or ever. When all this is done and you've chosen to come to me freely; I'll make it all worthwhile. With me is where you belong and I live for the day when you're by my side and the nights where you're writhing under me, screaming my name."

"With you is where I belong" he said as he kissed her lightly on the cheek. 

He stood up and was satisfied by what he saw. She looked at him wide-eyed with her mouth open slightly. He smiled at her wickedly before making his next statement.

"You didn't tell me because you knew that I love you and I wouldn't let you or my babies go. You were right, but this time you'll come to me. I have to go back to Atlanta now but rest assured; I will be back...and you will be mine."

He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I love you" was all he said before he walked out of the room.

As she touched her lips where he'd kissed her; she watched in stunned silence as he walked out. It wasn't done and they were far from over.

**********

Jason had a talk with Kane before he left which confirmed Kane's suspicions. He also let him know of his intentions with Nigha and that he hoped it wouldn't cause a rift between he and Bria; Jason made it clear that that was the way things would be regardless.

Kane looked at his brother in a different light; as if he'd suddenly changed into some new version of himself.

"Well look at you baby bro! All take charge and everything" he said with his trademark grin.

"That's what finding out the woman you love more than life has given birth to your child; make that children, will do for you. I'm sure you'll grow up someday soon too" he said with a wicked laugh.

"Naw man, I'm good. It's gonna be an adjustment just being "Uncle K" but still a far cry from "Daddy."

"Didn't you tell me that Bria calls you "Daddy""?

"Yeah...as in 'Who's your Daddy?'" he said with a rumbling chuckle. "And for now; she's the only one who'll be calling me that!"

"We'll see" was all he said as Kane scooped him up into a hug.

"What are you going to do now?"

"I'm working on a plan; I'll keep you posted Bro."

"You better! Drive safe man."

With that, he was on his way back to Atlanta. He had to find a way back to Charlotte, his girls, and her.



Jason's Story Ch. 16



I know that you weren't too happy with the length of the last chapter after waiting so long. I needed to break up the story at that point. This is another chapter for the fans.

Enjoy Nigha's Chapter and as usual; I ask that you vote and comment because I love that stuff!

Kitty

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Two weeks to the day after the accident; Brett regained consciousness. Nigha was at his side in the wheelchair that she'd be using for the next few months while her pelvis healed. Due to the continued risk of infection; Brett wouldn't be able to see the twins for at least another week.

The time for him to know the truth was fast approaching and she was at a loss of how she would tell the man that she loved for the vast majority of her adult life; the man that had fought his way back from death, that the twin girls that he was so in love with belonged to someone else.

How could she break his heart? How did she break his heart?

Jason.

Bria had come to visit her on the day that she'd decided it was time for her to tell Brett the truth. He was regaining his strength with each passing day; but she was afraid of what the news would do to him.

"How did I get in this mess?"

Bria's response was simply a sharp look accompanied by a raised eyebrow. Nigha couldn't help but smile.

"It's been a long time coming, but I have to tell him today. I should've come clean in the beginning; maybe there would've been hope for us."

"So, you're that sure that it's going to be over?"

"I don't know if there's a chance for us and then there's..."

"Jason."

"Jason. He was shattered when I told him and then he surprised me."

"How did he do that?"

"After I blurted out the truth; he was silent and just got up and walked out. I could see that he was hurt and angry. After what seemed like an eternity he came back and we talked. Before he left he told me that he still loved me."

"And? You and I both know that wasn't all that he told you" she said with her arms crossed.

"He said he knew why I didn't tell him and that now that he knows the truth; he'll never let me go" she said as she looked out the window.

"Big shock there! Do you want him to let you go?"

"I don't know. I don't know much of anything these days except for the fact that I'm still very much in love with my husband AND with Jason. After what I've done; how can I be with either of them?"

Bria sat next to her on the bed and hugged her tightly. "However this plays out; if you need anything, you know that I'm here for you."

"I'm definitely going to need you girl" she said as the tears rolled down her face.

Bria stayed in the waiting room while Nigha went in to tell Brett the truth and break his heart. After about 10 minutes; she heard Brett yelling and various monitors beeping. She hear Nigha crying and yelling "Brett, please calm down" and as she started to walk over to the door; she was ushered out of the way by doctors and nurses.

One of the nurses pushed a protesting Nigha out of the room and Brett could be heard screaming "How could you do this to me?" over and over as the beeping increased in pace and volume.

"Don't do this; I need to be with him!" she said pleading with the nurse. "Brett I'm so sorry...I love you" was all she could get out before the nurse went back in and shut the door.

Bria ran to her side to comfort her. Nigha was crying almost uncontrollably as Bria pushed her out onto the terrace. Bria was dying to know what had happened in the 10 minutes of quiet, but didn't want to push. She didn't have to wait long.

"Bria; what have I done?" she asked as she held her face in her hands.

Quelling her inner smartass; knowing full well that they both knew the answer; she sat and rubbed Nigha's shoulders.

"Honey; what happened?"

"He kept telling me that he couldn't wait to see them and then...then things just got crazy. I tried. I really tried, but there was just no easy way to tell him. I searched for the easiest way to break it to him but when I was able to make the words come out; he went from disbelief to anguish and agony in the span of 10 seconds. 

I don't ever think I can get over the look in his eyes. I thought the look in Jason's eyes was painful. Jason's eyes were filled with hurt and disappointment; Brett's eyes looked like I'd stabbed him in the heart and I'm sure that's just how it felt. In that moment I knew that it was over; what we have is broken and I broke it. I broke him."

"Give him some time. He's hurt; physically and mentally, and that's a LOT to process. Maybe after he recovers completely; he'll want to work things out."

"You didn't see his eyes. I just wish that I could take it back; take it all back, but..."

"But you don't."

"What?"

"I know you love him and those babies were conceived in love. You had more than a year to stop it and let him go, but you didn't...you couldn't. It's been a long time coming and now you have a choice to make."

"I'm really gonna need you to stop being the voice of reason" she said as she looked at Bria and smiled through her tears.

"Well someone had to take over when you walked out on the job" she replied with a laugh."

"The choice has already been made for me."

"Nobody makes decisions for Nigha Elise McShay Stevens! I know it's rough now; but ultimately the choice will be yours."

"I made my choice months ago."

"No, you chose to do the safe thing and not to hurt your husband. That choice was taken away from you when your test came back positive. Your new choice is who you're going to be with...and you know it."

"I need to go and see him."

"Do you really think that's a good idea?"

"None of this is a good idea, but I have to see him."

She started to wheel herself back toward his room with Bria following close behind. As she approached the door; the doctor approached her.

"Mrs. Stevens; your husband is heavily sedated right now. I can't begin to presume what happened in there, but he can't take more upset until he regains more of his strength. If you're going in there; please try and keep things calm."

"I will Doctor. Is he awake?"

"If he is; he won't be for long."

She nodded her head and Bria opened the door for her to go inside. She rolled up to the side of his bead and looked down at him. His eyes were closed. She spoke barely above a whisper.

"I'm so, so sorry. I love you so much and if I could take it all back; I would. I never wanted to hurt you."

She struggled to hold back the tears; in vain. She needed to release the months of pent up anguish and guilt, and figured that this would be the only time; even if he couldn't hear her.

"I don't know how it happened; how I let this happen and now I only hope that you can reach a point where you don't hate me.

I love you so much and I don't want to be without you. It's all so fucked up."

She sat in silence and watched his chest move with each intake of breath. She used the blanket draped over her legs to wipe the tears from her eyes and face before she continued.

"I want our family to stay together, but I don't know if you can ever forgive me; if you can ever be with me again. I love you and I always will, but I..."

"You love him too, don't you?"

She'd had her face buried in her hands and his voice made her look up immediately. He was still lying there; eyes closed and breathing steadily.

She must've imagined it and she sat quietly; barely breathing.

"I knew that he was in love with you and I knew that you cared for him. Answer the question. That's the least you can do for me."

She hadn't imagined it. His eyes were still closed, but he spoke slowly, deliberately, and coldly. It was a tone she'd never heard in his voice.

"So NOW you're quiet? You've been rambling since you came back in and NOW you're quiet? You love him don't you?"

She wanted to lie; she wanted to wheel herself out of there, but he was her husband, the man she loved more than life, the man she'd betrayed so many times. The time for lies was over.

She answered the question with one word.

"Yes."

It was so quiet; barely above a whisper, but that one word lifted a huge weight off of her shoulders. It was quickly replaced by a pain in her heart as she looked into the familiar eyes that looked as if they now belonged to a stranger. She searched for the words that would make it better, but none came because none could. She tried to breathe, but she couldn't.

Her heart broke as she broke his.

"Get out."

She'd thought about pleading with him, but when he again yelled the two words she expected the most; but made her physically ill, she slowly wheeled her way toward the door. She looked back at him and saw a tear trickle down his battered and bruised right cheek as he let out a low moan. It was the type of sound a wounded animal let out before it accepted death. It killed a part of her.

When she wheeled her way back into the lobby; Bria was sitting there patiently awaiting her return. She didn't stop and when Bria approached she simply said, "Not now Bri; I've got to be alone."

Bria nodded and sat back down as Nigha went to the elevator.

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She sat in the nursery with Bryce in one arm and Jadyn in the other. As she looked down at their sweet faces; framed in a few big jet black curls, she looked into their identical eyes and felt the pain in her heart ease slightly.

"Oh girls. Mommies' life is in shambles right now and I can't promise that the chips will land well after the fall; but what I can tell you is that you have a Mommie and a Daddy that love you both very much and we'll build on that."

She leaned over and kissed both babies on the forehead; pausing for a moment at the softness of their skin.

"If what happened brought me both of you; then it was all worth it" she said as Bryce smiled at her. Nigha knew that it was just gas; but it was exactly what she needed right then.

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Nigha was to be released in two days and Brett had refused to see her since she'd told him the truth 5 days earlier. Bill had refused to look at her; the hurt evident in his eyes every time he'd seen her and Suzanne just tried to give her reassuring glances while Bill wasn't watching.

Suzanne had come to see her in the days that followed "the news" as it was commonly referred to by everyone, and told Nigha that even though she had betrayed her son; she knew that there had to be a really good reason and she'd loved her for the past twenty years and that could never completely go away. She also explained that Bill was so hurt that he'd cried with Brett and Suzanne had to walk out for a minute to keep from breaking down.

"Do you still love my son?"

The timing of the question surprised her, but she answered without thinking.

"I always have and I always will."

"Then I need you to fight for him and what the two of you have."

"If it were only that simple. There are so many factors involved and it's so raw right now."

"Then it's true; you are in-love with this other man."

Nigha bowed her head and that simple movement gave Suzanne her answer. Nigha was right; it was more complicated than she'd hoped.

She reached out and took Nigha's hand before continuing.

"Nigha; you know that I love you like you were my own, and I don't want you to mistake my kindness for understanding or forgiveness. You've destroyed a part of my son that I know will heal over time; but it's killing his father and I to see him this way. I could wring your neck.

I can't presume to know what happened and I'm not one to judge. You have a very tough choice to make and YOU are the one who has to make it. I still love you like my own and you'll always be the mother of my grandsons. Make your choice and either fight for my son or let him go."

Nigha thought carefully before speaking again.

"I love Brett and I'll always love him, but how can I expect him to; not only forgive me, but watch and help me raise the twin girls that he'd come to adore and that aren't his own flesh and blood? Daily reminders of his wife's infidelity and having to constantly come face to face with the man that's partially responsible."

"Honey; I never said it would be easy. I know that it's going to be probably the second hardest thing you've ever done; but I know you and I know that you'll figure it out. Just don't keep hurting my son is all that I ask."

"Fair enough."

Suzanne nodded and walked toward the door. Before she could walk through; Nigha needed to say something.

"Suz...I am sorry."

"Sweetheart; I know that you are. I can see it in your eyes. What you have to figure out is exactly what it is that you're most sorry for? I know that you're sorry that you had to break Brett's heart, but are you sorry for the affair? Are you sorry for falling in love with the other man? Or are you just sorry that in the end; the truth had to come out?

You've got a lot to think about and in the end you have to be true to my son...and yourself" she said as she gave Nigha a sad smile and walked out.

Nigha thought hard about what Suzanne had just said. There was so much truth to her words. She was sorry for hurting Brett; is that where it ended? Truthfully; how could she be sorry for the steps that brought her those beautiful, innocent little mixes of her and Jason? Yes; she had regret, but she couldn't apologize for loving Jason and that was a huge problem.

She had to see Brett, but she knew that she had to give him some time so that he could give an honest answer to the question that she so desperately needed to ask.

**********

The day that she was going home; she had an unexpected visitor. Jackson had decided to come and pay her a visit. Aside from Clyde, Max, and Sam; he was the only one from work to come by to see her.

She was dressed and busy getting her things in order when he knocked and came in. Her face immediately lit up and she motioned for him to come inside.

He sauntered in; handsome as ever, in a pair of loose-fit jeans and a crisp white polo. He'd prepared himself to see her, but the gash on the side of her face was still hard to see. He felt his jaw tense and tried to shake it off. Gash or no; she was still beautiful. He leaned over and gave her the best hug that he could muster.

"I've missed you and I've been worried" he began.

"How is everything going in my absence?"

"I'd love to be able to tell you that things have been fine without you; but my wife is tired of all the travelling I've been doing lately. Your accounts are so high-maintenance when they can't hear your voice" he said with a chuckle. "Any idea when you'll be able to come back?"

"They've told me that I'm going to be in this chair for at least a month; after that I'll be going through intensive physical therapy to rebuild and retrain my muscles. I should be back to work in about three months."

"That's what I figured" he said with a smile as he lowered his head slightly.

"Jack; you need to tell me something?"

"I do, and now's as good a time as any I guess. I was offered, and have since accepted a position as the Vice President of Strategic Development. I'll be moving to Atlanta in three months" he said; trying to bring a level of excitement to his voice that didn't mirror his feelings at that point in time.

"Oh" was all that she could muster as a response.

"Nigha; you're the only one that I feel confident about becoming my successor. I'm here to ask you to apply for the position."

"Jack; I'm flattered, really I am. I know that I'd have to decline because with the twins and...there's a lot that's going on right now that I have to get sorted."

"Are they alright?" he asked; concern evident in his voice.

"They are absolutely perfect, but even though I plan on returning to work; I can't devote the additional time to learning the "ins and outs" of what it is that you do."

"Well; you can't blame a guy for trying" he said as he reached out and touched her hand. "I just hope you'll be able to make it back before I have to leave."

Just as he was making his last statement; the nurse wheeled in the twins, followed closely behind by Bria, Elise, and Simon. They twins were going home too.

"Can I see them?"

"Sure" was her easy reply.

He walked over to the clear bassinets and peered in at the sleeping babies. Not being able to resist the urge; he reached out and touched one of the girls puffy little baby cheeks and she stirred. He removed his hand; hoping that he hadn't awakened her, but it was too late. She blinked her eyes a few times and then she turned her little head just enough so that he could see a familiar pair of eyes.

He recognized immediately the eyes that he hadn't seen in about six or seven months. So many things made sense in that moment; Nigha wanting Jason to have the advancement opportunity, Jason's reluctance to take it and the anger he obviously felt when Jack had confirmed the suspicion that Nigha had made the way for him to get it.

How had he missed it?

He recovered well from that moment of shock and returned to his normally cool façade. He looked at her reassuringly before he spoke again.

"They are beautiful; just like their mother and they have their father's eyes" he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

She looked at him and smiled. She understood his meaning and noticed the shock in his eyes when he saw the baby's.

"Nigha; you take all the time you need. I'll make sure you have what you need when you get back" he said as he leaned in to give her another hug.

She held his hand when he pulled away. "Thank you Jack. Thanks so much."

"Hurry up and get better so you can come back" was all that he said before he said his good-byes and left the room.

"Mom, Dad, Bri; can you stay here with the girls? There's a stop I need to make before we go."

"Sure thing honey. Will you be long?" Elise asked.

"It'll only take a few minutes."

She didn't need to go far and she had to be very careful while sneaking into his room. She really didn't plan to stay for long; what she needed to say would only take two minutes max.

When she came in his eyes immediately went cold and he refused to look at her again.

"Brett; I know that you don't want to see me and I'll be leaving the hospital in the next hour. I had to come and see you before I left to let you know that there will come a time when I ask you a question and you will have to answer.

Now is not the time; I know that, but soon. I love you and I know that somewhere in your heart you still love me. We have to figure out where we go from here."

She noticed his heart rate start to increase and knew that it was time for her to go. Before the door closed behind her she said one last thing.

"I love you Brett and I want you to get better as soon as possible."



Jason's Story Ch. 17



Hi readers! I know it's taken me forever and a few days to get this one out, but without further ado...I give you Jason's Story Ch. 17.

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The next few weeks brought more hard times for her. She wanted to be the one to tell the boys and they were shocked, hurt, and angry. They refused to speak to her for weeks and aside from telling Brett; this was the hardest thing she'd endured.

Whether a blessing or a curse; they were old enough to fully understand and Stephen was so upset that he muttered something about her being a ho. She set him straight instantly and told him that he'd had every right to feel the way he was feeling; but she was still and always would be his mother, and he didn't have the right to disrespect her.

Sean, her baby before the twins came along; came and sat next to her after Stephen stormed out. His eyes were filled with unshed tears and he just had to ask the one question that she couldn't answer.

"Is there any hope for you and Dad?"

She pulled him close and he placed his head on her shoulder. She decided the day that she finally told Brett the truth that would be the end of all of the lies.

"Sean baby; I honestly don't know. Your father is so hurt and angry with me that he's refusing to talk to me and rightfully so. I can't predict what the future holds for your father and me, but I do know that we both love you and your brother very much and that will never change" she said as she squeezed him tight and kissed him on the forehead.

He hugged her and left with some parting words.

"Mom; I can't believe you could do this to Dad and us. I need to go."

She watched him go up the stairs; Stephen was fiery like her and Sean was level-headed like Brett. They were great children but she knew that she'd just stolen a bit of their innocence and it made her feel sick. Their world was now tainted and she'd allowed it to happen much earlier than she or Brett had planned.

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The next month brought many visits to Stan; her physical therapist, at her insistence that she was well enough to start working on getting herself out of that chair. Her doctor was adamant that she do no weight-bearing exercises for at least another month, so she and Stan had started to work on her legs and core in the meantime. 

Brett was making great progress at improving his condition as well. His anger at the situation proved to fuel his recovery instead of hindering it as his doctors had warned that it would. There were times that he would see her in her session and he'd just watch. His heart ached at the sight of her; her face had healed fully with the exception of the large scar on the left side. It was amazing to him that she was still just as beautiful if not more so because she seemed so unfazed by the large imperfection.

That was his Nigha...or was it?

He couldn't shake that nagging feeling. Not only had she gone to another man's bed; she'd fallen in love with that man and bore his children. Children that she'd cruelly let him fall in love with only to snatch that away and leave him with anger that consumed him. Could he ever be with her again? He knew that was the question that needed an answer and he was too hurt and angry to give a true answer. That was why she didn't ask it the day she left the hospital; the answer he would've given at that time may not have been the answer for all time.

Once he was fully recovered; he vowed to give her his answer. At the present time; he wasn't ready.

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"Did you miss me?"

When she didn't answer, he pushed her farther against the wall and pressed his body against her from behind. He reached up and moved her hair over her other shoulder and breathed against her neck and ear.

"Did you miss me?"

"If I say yes, will you back up off me?"

"I can't make any guarantees. Are you sure that you want me to do that?"

He lightly kissed her earlobe and neck and nuzzled in the space where her neck met her shoulder. She could feel him growing hard behind her and it had been so long since she'd felt him so near. He was silent until he heard the slight moan escape her lips. He smiled against her neck and continued:

"Nigha, why do you continue to deny what you feel? We both know that you and I belong together; it's only a matter of time until we find our way. It's only a matter of time until you let me back in."

"It's not that simple and you know it. There are a lot of things that need to be sorted before any of us can move forward."

"I'll grant you that, but we can't just stop what's between us. I am sorry that you were married when we met, but you belong with me; I knew it then and you know it now.

He kissed her neck and she felt herself begin to lose control as he brushed his goatee across her skin. This man knew her body like no one else. She pushed away from the wall and quickly spun around to face him. That only made matters worse.

His hair was wavy and falling past his shoulders and he'd grown a moustache and goatee in the weeks that he'd been away. She'd thought that he couldn't get any sexier but she was so wrong.

She was silent as she looked at him and he saw the look in her eyes and smiled as he leaned forward. Before he could speak, she leaned into him and whispered into his ear.

"It feels like you missed me more."

She reached down and stroked his hardening length through his slacks. He placed his hand over hers and moved it up and down his cock.

"He definitely missed you" he said as he pressed his body against hers and kissed her senseless.

She lost all thoughts other than having him inside her as he kissed her. He furiously lifted her skirt as she started clawing at the button on his slacks. He tore her panties away from her body and dipped his finger into her wetness before running it across her clit.

"You keep that kitty wet for me don't you baby?"

"Just like you keep that dick hard for me" she replied with a purr.

He growled as she reached into his slacks and gripped his cock while pulling his shirt free with her other hand. He removed his finger from her clit so that he could remove his jacket and she followed closely behind and tore his shirt open.

He looked down in amusement at the one button that escaped her impatience. He cocked his eyebrow, gave her a wicked smirk, and decided to return the favor. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as her buttons ticked across the hardwood floors. He looked at the graceful lines of her neck before kissing her there again.

She reached up and ran her hands through his hair as he removed his dress shirt and then tugged at hers. His hair was as thick as it was soft, and she loved the length. Everything about him drove her wild and she had the same effect on him.

He was just the same as she remembered. Hulking, chiseled frame and tan as always; wanting her as always. He was in a word; beautiful. 

He saw the familiar admiration in her eyes and decided to give her a little show. He leaned in to kiss her and took a step back after taking her breath away. As he gauged the lust in her eyes, he reached down, grabbed his tank top and pulled it out of his slacks. As her eyes were glued to his hands; achingly slow, he pulled the shirt over his head and tightened his ab muscles and winked at her when she looked him in the eyes again. 

She'd play his little game. She peeled her blouse away and reached around to unzip the back of her pencil skirt, all the while leaning forward to give him ample view of her cleavage. She undid the zipper; tooth by tooth, and slowly swayed her hips as she pushed the skirt down to release her from the fabric.

He licked his lips and stroked his cock through his slacks as her skirt slipped to the floor. She looked up at him in her matching black satin bra and g-string and cocked her eyebrow and nodded as if to say 'your turn'.

He nodded and smiled; his arousal evident, as he undid his belt followed closely by his button and zipper. He kicked off his shoes before removing his slacks and kicking them to the side. 

She didn't know how he'd managed, but he'd taken his socks off somewhere in between losing the shoes and slacks and stood before her. There was no work of art, no statue in existence that exhibited a more exquisite form than this...her Jason. How he'd been single dumbfounded her and now here she was; the mother of his children.

Impatience growing within him; he was on her in an instant, setting her skin ablaze with his lips and tongue, while his hands roamed over her bare skin. He reached behind her, undid her bra and gently slid the straps down and off of her arms. Her breasts were in his hands and soon he'd give them the attention they deserved.

He kissed the valley between, and slowly trailed his kisses over to her right breast. He snaked his tongue out and licked her areola in exaggerated strokes. Her moans and the way she grasped his head was all the encouragement he needed to continue.

He continued his assault on her body and senses as he went to his knees and stopped to look at her stomach. He splayed his hand over it and looked deeply into her eyes. 

"I want my son to come from here too" he said with his eyes more than his words. Without waiting for any sort of response; he kissed her stomach before standing before her again.

"I love you Nigha. I love everything about you; from the way your nose crinkles when you laugh to the way you wear this with pride" he said as he tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed the scar on her face. "I only need one thing from you."

"What is it?"

"Just let me love you" was his simple reply.

She smiled at the simplicity of his request before responding. "Is there really anything that I can do to stop you?"

"No; but you could give in to the love that you feel for me and make this easier on both of us" he said as he kissed her neck.

"Jason; I've tried for so long to deny, push aside, and lie to everyone including myself about my love for you. I can't do it anymore; it's a practice in futility and I can't win a battle that was won long ago. Yes; I will let you love me and let me love you."

His heart soared with her admission and her permission. He knew that she couldn't stop him from loving her any more than he could stop himself. He'd tried and failed, miserably.

He bent down, placed one arm behind her back, the other behind her knees, and scooped her up into his arms before she realized what was happening. She squealed and looked into his eyes with a smile as he returned it. Her smile began to fade and she brought her hands to either side of his face and said the words that he would never tire of hearing.

"I love you."

She pulled his face close to hers and pressed her soft, warm lips to his. He lifted her higher so that he could gain better access to her mouth and after his head stopped spinning; he started to walk toward the bedroom.

He gently placed her in the center of the bed dressed in chocolate-brown microfiber. He stood at the foot of the bed and took her in as she stared at his hard cock pointing to its destination. After a few moments that seemed like hours; he slowly climbed between her spread legs and reveled in the feel of her thighs pressed against his sides.

"I've waited so long for you" he said as he kissed the tip of her nose.

She looked up into those beautiful blues and was speechless. The thought of him tormented her for the time they were apart; the idea of him had made her want him even though she was a married woman, and the feel of him had cost her everything.

Everything but him; this Adonis above her.

"Do you want me?" he asked as he trailed soft kisses over her clavicle and up her neck.

"Yes" she answered in a breathy voice.

With a deep, throaty laugh; he made his next move. As he rubbed his hard cock over her swollen clit he repeated the question.

"Yes, what? Do you want me? I want to hear you say it."

When he ground his cock into her clit she let out a low moan and told him what he'd waited months to hear.

"Yes Jason, I want you. I want you to fuck me now" she said as she nibbled his earlobe.

"We can fuck another time. Tonight I'm going to make love to you; slow, long, and hard" he kissed her lips with each word to bring his point home. "I'm going to make you cum until you lose count; you'll beg me to stop, and then I'll make you cum again. When I'm done you'll wonder why you made us wait for this for so long. When I'm done there will be no doubt that you are mine; I am yours, and that we're meant to be."

With that he slowly pushed his achingly hard cock into her warm, wet pussy. She let out a guttural moan and he smiled as she gripped the sheets around them. It almost became too much for him as he pulled out as slowly as he entered and she swiveled her pelvis in an attempt to make him quicken his pace.

"Ah ah ah...bad girl. We've done this your way for months; tonight we're doing it my way."

He continued his torture; slowly rolling his hips and driving his cock into her, deeper and deeper. He had to pick up the pace or he'd cum without completing his mission.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ohhhhh" was all that she could muster and he loved every second. He felt her legs begin to quiver and still kept a steady pace. As her face contorted he knew that she was close so he did the unthinkable; he stopped.

"Un...what?" She asked with wide eyes as he stilled inside her.

"Did you miss it?" 

"Yes."

When she answered, he slowly withdrew and then pushed his cock deep inside her. She pushed her head up and back into the pillow and he seized the opportunity to kiss her neck.

"What did you miss?" he asked as he stopped again.

She wiped the frustrated look from her face and looked at him thoughtfully before answering.

"I missed this" she said pointing at his temple; "and these" she said as she lightly brushed her fingertips over his eyes and lips, "this" as she placed her hand over his heart, "and last but not least; this" and with that she arched her back into him and started to move on his cock.

Unable to resist her any longer, he kissed her and started to roll his hips in that torturous rhythm again. He could feel her hot breath on his ear as she moaned his name.

"Jason...oh God...Jason."

"Yes?"

As she kept repeating; he rose up on his palms and plunged into her deeper than before. As she cried out; he went down to an elbow and used the other arm to lift her thigh and pull it close to his side to gain even deeper access. As she repeatedly called for him and God; he said the five words that would send her over the edge.

"Nigha; come for me baby."

Everything got really bright and vivid as she came; his eyes were cobalt and intense. As she started to gasp for air; the colors returned to normal and then she realized that at some point, she'd stopped breathing. Damn; this man could put it down like no other.

He pumped into her slowly as she came and stopped to give her a moment to catch her breath. He looked down at her; chest heaving, hair wild, her eyes drinking him in; this was how he always wanted her to look at him.

Before the realization could hit her; he grabbed a pillow, lifted her up, and placed it under her ass. As her eyes got wide, he smiled.

"You didn't think that we were finished did you?" he asked with a wicked smirk.

As she opened her mouth to protest; he lifted her legs over his forearms and started to pound into her for all that he was worth. She couldn't think or speak, and had to remind herself to keep breathing. She'd made him wait and now she was paying the piper. Was it payment; or being rewarded?

After she screamed his name for the umpteenth time; he finally got there and violently came, yelling her name toward the heavens. She watched all of his muscles tense, and his eyes rolled as he threw his head back.

Somehow, he managed to situate her legs so that he could lie down beside her without breaking their connection. She gazed into his eyes, they were so full of love for her and she knew that he saw the same thing in her eyes. She ran her finger over his mustache and goatee and smiled.

"How long are you going to keep this?"

"What? I thought you liked it."

"It's sexy as hell; do you like it?"

"If I didn't before, I do now! To answer your question; until you get tired of it" he said with a devilish laugh before he kissed her tenderly.

As they lay there and let the air cool their sweat-sheened bodies; there were faint cries over the baby monitor. She instinctively shifted to get up when he pressed her shoulders back onto the bed.

"I'll go check on them...it's my turn after all" he said with a content look on his face as he grabbed a robe and put it on. He leaned over and pressed his soft lips against hers, lingering a moment before pulling away.

She watched as he made his way to the door. He walked out and then popped his head back into the doorway to make sure she was still looking at him. When she smiled, he did the same.

"I love you Nigh."

"I love you too Jase."

After a few moments the twins cries started to get louder and she called out for him but there was no answer.

"Jason...Jason..." as she sat up; her surroundings changed and she felt the dull ache in her pelvis.

She'd been having this same waking dream for the past month and she always woke up calling his name. 

It was time.

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Jason had been visiting Nigha and the girls every weekend for the past two months. It tugged at his heart to see her in so much pain; wasting away, but he admired the grace and dignity she maintained while working so hard to get through it. He respected her wishes and didn't visit her at home; it was her and Brett's house after all, so Bria would go and bring Nigha and the twins to his house.

Brett was healing very well and was scheduled to come home the next weekend. It was understood that Jason would stay in Atlanta that weekend so that Nigha could get things sorted. He knew where he stood; ultimately he would be the only man in her life, but he also knew that Brett was first and a part of her would always belong to him. He hoped that she would make the right decision for all of them and if she didn't; he'd just have to make her see.

It wouldn't be the first time.

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The Friday before Brett was being released; she sent him an invitation to dinner. His heart ached when he recognized the handwriting and for a while he didn't want to open it. What would it say? How did he feel?

It's only natural for a man to want to be with the wife he's loved for as long as he's loved women. It's also natural for a man to hate the same woman that betrayed him in ways that they might never recover from. He hadn't wanted to think of her while he was recuperating, but that couldn't be helped. She should've been there and at times he would see her; trying to stay out of sight while she checked up on him.

He still loved her and he knew that she still loved him. Would love be enough?

Could he look at her without feeling rage boiling in his heart and veins? Could he deal with the other man; the father of the twin girls that he'd been robbed of? The man that clearly loved her and that she loved in return?

How?

After he opened the envelope and read the note inside; he agreed that it was time to see if there was any kind of future for them as husband and wife and not just Stephen and Sean's parents. He had to know.

She'd reserved their favorite suite at the Hilton and asked him to meet her there. She explained that she chose that location for their dinner because they could speak freely and not worry about causing a scene. They needed to have an open, honest talk without fear or trepidation.

He agreed and called her cell to leave his response. He was startled when she picked up.




Jason's Story Ch. 17



"Hello?"

"It's me" he quickly answered.

"Oh...hi" she said trying to mask the anticipation in her voice after hearing his for the first time in a month. "Did you get the dinner invitation?"

"Yes."

"Will you meet me?" unable to mask the hope in her voice.

"Yes...but just dinner and conversation; no pressure."

She felt a sting in the pit of her stomach at the emptiness in his voice that accompanied his answer. She had a good idea of what she needed to do, but she had to see him to be sure; to see the truth in his eyes.

"Tomorrow at 5; I have everything set up and I'll be sending a car to the hospital to bring you. Does that work for you?"

He was trying to sort through his mix of emotions during their quickest conversation to date. He was glad to hear her voice, but not about the subject. He wanted to see her, but hoped that he wouldn't be compelled to wring her neck. He wanted to hold her close...could he?

"I'll see you tomorrow at 5" was his simple answer before he abruptly hung up.

He didn't know what to expect, but he was sure that there was more hurt in store.

"See you then" she said longingly as she flipped her phone shut and clasped it against her heart.

"Lord, please help me to do the right thing."

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She was standing in front of the mirror; hair still wet from the shower, large curls resting on her shoulders, wearing her robe and contemplating what she should wear.

What was the appropriate thing to wear to discuss your future with the husband that you betrayed but still love? That section hadn't been defined in the department stores.

She chose a simple white t-shirt and a pair of her old jeans that practically hung from her diminishing frame. She'd lost all of her baby weight and an additional 20 pounds over the past two months. She left her hair loose and with the large curls that came naturally.

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He stood shirtless, in a pair of jeans; looking at himself in the mirror. His hair had grayed considerably since he'd been in this wretched place, and he was thinner; but he was regaining his strength. His eyes had lost that glimmer that let him know that he was alive.

She'd killed a part of him when she told him the truth. He felt the light in his eyes go out and his heart still ached beneath the swelling anger. He was so consumed with rage that he wondered if it would be a good idea to be alone with her.

He would go and they would talk; they had to. He couldn't avoid it or her, forever.

He grabbed a white polo shirt, and zipped up his suitcase. The driver grabbed his bags and the nurse looked at him expectantly before he lifted his hands in surrender with a smile.

"Okay, okay; I'm getting in" he laughed as he sat down in the wheelchair.

"For a minute there I thought I was gonna have to get rough with you" she said as she patted his head as if he were a child. "I'm glad that you're going home son, but I'm sure gonna miss seeing your handsome face."

"I'm gonna miss you too gorgeous" he replied and reached out to hug her as she smiled and rolled her eyes.

"You are certainly a charmer. I see why she sneaks in here so often to see you" she replied as she pat him on the back.

"Who?" he asked without thinking.

"I don't know who she is, but she struggles in with her walker and hides so that you won't see her watching. Such a beautiful little thing, but somebody needs to feed that poor girl; she's been getting teenier each time I see her."

"Oh."

"So you do know who she is then" she stated as she started to wheel him toward the patient pick-up area.

"I'm on my way to see her now."

"She must be excited then."

"We'll soon see."

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Nigha waited anxiously for him to arrive. It would be the first time she'd spoken to him in two months and she was a bundle of mixed emotions. She was growing stronger with each passing day and she'd stopped using the walker a few weeks ago.

She resigned herself to the fact that she'd know what to do when she looked into his eyes. You can say anything that you want, but the eyes, as they say; are the window to the soul. She knew that he couldn't hide what his eyes reflected lay deep in his soul.

The knock at the door jarred her from her thoughts.

"OK...it's go time."

When she opened the door; the sight of him took her breath away. It was the first time she'd seen him this close since the day she destroyed his heart with the truth. The only thing that looked different was the small scar over his left eye.

His eyes; they were a little hard to focus on considering she'd been scanning his body since she'd opened the door. When she was able to make it up to his eyes; what she saw wasn't what she'd been expecting.

*****

He didn't know what to feel as he was in the elevator. His heart rate had quickened and he swore that someone would've been able to see it beating through his shirt. As the numbers clicked ever closer to the top floor; his palms started to sweat and his throat started to go dry. When the doors opened; he felt as though his feet and legs were on auto-pilot as they propelled him closer to the door. His hand reached up and knocked of its own volition and he was powerless to stop it.

A few seconds later, the door opened and although he didn't know what to expect; there she was.

Her hair was full of the big bouncy curls that he loved and it fell past her shoulders. She had no makeup on and she looked so much like the 17 year old girl that he'd fallen so madly in love with all those years ago that it hurt.

He saw what Nurse O'Halloran had been talking about when his eyes roamed over her body. She was model thin and it looked as though she'd stopped eating a few months ago. She still had that knockout shape, and while she looked to be two sizes too small; her breasts on the other hand were huge. She could give Barbie a run for her money considering how out of proportion she looked.

Out of proportion but still sexy as hell.

It seemed as if time stood still as they familiarized themselves with the other and without warning; something took over him. Without a word between them; he grabbed her around the waist and pressed her body into his.

The look she'd seen in his eyes was a mixture of devastation and lust. He was just as shocked as she was when his body overtook his mind and claimed what belonged to it.

She didn't protest as he pulled her close; it was the first time she'd touched him in months and her body just wanted to be near his. Her hands roamed lightly over his chest and he felt just like he had before their accident. She felt his hands roaming over her back and it sent shivers down her spine.

He brought his left hand up to her hair and before either of them could stop it; his lips were on hers and she welcomed him in. It was a kiss filled with all of the emotions of their circumstance and it deepened as time passed.

They both broke away breathing heavily and when she looked into his eyes; the pure rage emanating from them was startling. He grabbed a handful of her hair; jerking her head back in the process.

"How could you do this to us? Something that is so right is suddenly so wrong and you let it happen. I loved you so much."

He loved her so much. As she heard his words and his voice breaking, she knew it was too late. There would be no second chance for them.

She'd destroyed it, and a bit of him with it. She'd been right in her thoughts; there was no chance for them.

"I gave you everything and you ripped my heart to shreds. Was it worth it? Was he worth it?"

Her heart broke as tears started to stream down his handsome face. She wanted nothing more than to make it better, but she was the cause of his pain. He still had her hair bunched in his hand and was still holding her body close to his; she made no move to get away.

"I've loved you for twenty years...twenty years and you let him come in and destroy it, destroy us, destroy our family. I don't even know who you are, but you're not my Nigha."

"You're HIS Nigha!" he spat with the venom of a cobra.

She felt the tears stream down her face and her body shook as she cried. She couldn't reply; she couldn't defend herself, everything he said was true and they both knew it. When he'd called her "HIS Nigha", it was as if she'd been stabbed in the heart. 

She had it coming.

"Have there been others?"

He got his answer when her eyes got wide. He'd hoped that there weren't, but it really didn't matter. He had questions and had every right to those answers.

"No; there are no others."

"Do you love him?"

Once again; her eyes answered before she could form the words. Even though he knew the answer; he still felt his stomach lurch.

"Yes."

She sobbed with the admission; her vow to tell the truth making bile rise into her throat.

They stood there for what seemed like hours after her admission; both crying, his hold on her never changing, her hands around his waist and on his shoulder. She reached up to wipe the tears from the right side of his face when he grabbed her hand and held it against his cheek.

"Do you still love me?" he asked in a hushed tone; afraid of what the answer would be.

She didn't hesitate before telling the truth.

"Yes; and I always will."

He knew that she was telling the truth, but it didn't make the situation any better. If anything; it made it worse. He could hate her if she'd stopped loving him, but of course that wouldn't have been possible. He'd always love her too.

"What does that mean? You love us both? Are you in love with him, but you just love me" he asked as he released her hair. He wanted to understand as best he could, but this situation was the exact opposite of understandable.

"I love you both...I'm in love with both of you" she admitted. She knew it was absurd, but it was the truth.

"That's impossible; you can't be in love with more than one person. Tell me the truth; it's a little late to try and spare my feelings."

"It would be easier for me to lie; it has been easier for me to lie, but I can't do it anymore. I know that it doesn't make sense and I use to think that it was impossible too, but the fact remains; I'm in love with both of you and it's been killing me."

"You" he mocked with a sinister laugh. "It's been killing you? Well it almost killed me...you almost killed me, but you did succeed in destroying a piece of my heart. The piece that has belonged to you for twenty years; now all that's left is this" he said as he ground his cock into her pelvis.

"This is a constant that eats away at me through all of my hurt and anger. This keeps me up at night, and wakes me early in the morning. This still remembers every part of you and won't let me forget; this is driving me insane!"

They were both shocked by what was happening. Even after she'd stomped his heart; he still wanted her...and she still wanted him. Their last time together was the day before the accident; the longest either of them had gone without for the past two decades.

He kissed her again and she pressed her body into his. She reached up and ran her hands through his shaggy hair and he cupped her ass and pressed her further into him. Through their hurt and his anger; they were on fire for each other and there wouldn't be any interruptions. 

"Brett...we can't...it's not fair to y..." was all that she managed to get out before he kissed her again.

She tried to fight it; they both knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. Her hands roamed over his body as his did the same. He started walking toward the bedroom of the suite and she walked with him. 

She hooked her fingers in the hem of his t-shirt, and he grabbed it from her and quickly lifted it over his head. She saw the scars left behind from where he was hooked up to all the machines that kept him alive, and slowly ran her fingers over them.

He halted her actions when he lifted her t-shirt over her head and winced slightly at her frame. She was so thin that he could see all of her rib bones and he couldn't help but wonder if her back was giving her problems because the only part of her that looked almost normal were her breasts. He quickly pushed down any feelings of pity; that wasn't what this was about. He needed to be with her and judging by her actions; she needed him too.

Each of them removed their pants and shoes and then he closed the distance between them. He started to plant kisses all over her body while he undid her bra. He pulled it away and then dropped to his knees to start work on her lacy boyshorts.

As the swell of her hips was revealed to him; he kissed her where her hip joined her torso, and grabbed a handful of her ass. As he trailed his kisses along her hip and pulled her closer; he inhaled her sent and slowly ran his finger over her swollen clit, eliciting a low moan. He moved slowly; ingraining everything about her and this moment into his brain.

He felt her legs begin to quake and he gently pushed her down onto the bed. He watched her body writhe in anticipation of his next move and a nagging thought kept creeping into his mind.

'How many times did she look like this for him? How many times were they together?'

He didn't want to know; at this point it didn't matter. Knowing how it was or how many times wouldn't take away the fact that even if it had been only once; it was once too many.

Tonight she was his and only his.

As he strummed her clit with expert precision and her moans became louder; there was one nagging thought that he needed to clear from his head. Never breaking his rhythm, he asked.

"Who was last?"

She was so close to cumming that his question didn't make sense at first and he anticipated the reaction. Before she could think straight; he clarified his question.

"Who was last; him or me?"

His tone was impatient, but his assault on her nether lips continued. He plunged into her depths with his middle finger and brought her ever closer to her peak.

"Youuu...you were last" she gasped out.

With her admission; he brought his hot mouth to her clit and sent her over the edge. As she bucked her hips, he steadied her with his free hand while he finished his assault.

Her head was spinning; she couldn't believe what was happening. The whole situation was surreal and her eyes were wide as he climbed on top of her.

He looked like a wild animal that had captured its prey. The look in his eyes was one she hadn't seen before, but the time for reading his emotions had passed. He looked at her face; memorizing the curve of her cheek, her luscious lips, the scar that adorned her cheek, and the bright eyes that could see into his soul. He leaned in and kissed her without a word.

"Do you want this?" he asked simply.

"Yes."

He held his hard cock in his hand and looked at his wife's glistening pussy. He paused for a moment before sliding in; slowly.

It had been so long for them; it almost felt like the first time. He was slow and gentle; allowing her time to readjust to his size. She was so tight, warm, and wet; not unexpected, but welcome in light of everything that had happened. At least that hadn't changed, even though everything else had and would continue to.

She looked into his handsome face; memorizing every line and speck of amber that dotted his green eyes. She placed her hand to his lips and he quickly leaned down to kiss her. As he pushed deeper inside; he relished in the deep moan that escaped her throat.

He wouldn't think about the times that she'd been with another man; at that moment, it didn't matter. Nothing but what was going on between them mattered to him, and to her.

She ignored the throbbing pain emanating from her pelvis; choosing instead to focus on the pleasure that her husband was delivering. He felt so good inside her, and this time nothing would come between them.

He kept a slow pace; driving her insane as he filled her, repeatedly. Her hot breath on his ear, coupled with her soft moans was spurring him on.

"Oh, oh, oh, uhhh...Brett"

"You like that Baby?"

"Yesss" she hissed through clenched teeth.

He could feel her walls spasm on his cock, and he slowed his pace taking longer, deeper thrusts. She came apart beneath him, writhing and quivering as the orgasm ripped through her.

After her orgasm had subsided a bit; he grabbed a couple of pillows and rolled her over on top of them. They were under her pelvis and tilted her private treasures upward to meet him. He slowly ran his hands over her back and swirled his fingers around her plump ass. He massaged her honey hued cheeks with one hand while swirling the other in her juices as she squirmed and moaned. He placed his finger at the entrance to her backdoor and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy while pushing his finger into her ass.

After only a few moments; she came, shaking violently and he used that opportunity to bury his cock balls-deep into her ass. She cried out in pleasure, and he stilled within her giving her time to adjust.

"Ohhhhhh myyyy Godddd" she managed to get out as she quivered beneath him.

"You miss that don't you?"

"God yes!" was all she managed to get out before he shifted his weight, and lay still on top of her; pushing himself deeper into her ass.

As she moaned beneath him; he grabbed her arms and held them above her head by her wrists. She pushed her ass upward; into his cock and then back down into the pillow under her hips. He bit her where her neck met her shoulder, and sent pleasure coursing through her veins.

A moment after his bite; she tightened her hole around his cock and pushed up against him again, forcing him deeper inside. He hissed into the crook of her neck and started to make short, slow thrusts deep inside her asshole.

"You feel that hard cock in your ass baby?"

She murmured something incoherently, shuddered at his words, and lay still as he continued moving in and out of her at his excruciatingly slow pace. After a few minutes; he increased his pace and lengthened his stroke and she was practically screaming in ecstasy. Each time his pelvis came in contact with her ass; she felt as though she would implode and tingles ran from her spine to her fingertips with each thrust.

Knowing that she was close; he started to pound into her ass like a man possessed. The room was filled with the screams, grunts, and moans; skin slapping against skin, the sounds of phenomenal sex. He came within seconds after she had; the subtle vibrations of her body as she came sent him over the edge.

She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he swiftly rolled her onto her side so that he could lay behind her without dislodging himself. He held her close and they stayed that way; silently, for quite a while before he spoke.

"Are you still in love with me?"

"Yes; that's never changed."

"You had chosen me over him."

"Yes."

"What did you think would come of this meeting?"

She swallowed deeply as he felt his fingers trail over her shoulder and upper arm. She'd had a pretty good idea and the sex wasn't a part of any of those ideas.

"I expected the shouting and the hurt...but I wasn't expecting what just happened."

"Neither was I. Are you sorry that it happened?"

"No way! The only thing that I'm sorry about is putting us in this situation in the first place."

"I'm not sorry either. There are some things that have to be sorted out and some questions that I still need answered. Before we leave this room; our future track needs to be determined."

"Of course."

"Good. Do you ever think that there will come a time when you won't love me?"

"Never; I'll always love you."

"Do you ever think that there will come a time when you..." he swallowed roughly; trying to force the words to escape his throat. "When you won't love him?"




Jason's Story Ch. 17



She wanted to tell him yes; she wanted to feel 'yes', but she couldn't and new that she never would. 

"No" was her quiet response.

She felt his fingers stop trailing over her shoulder, and heard him breathing through his nose; a technique he'd learned long ago to help control his anger. He went rigid behind her and struggled to find the question that would let him know what the future held for them.

"Which one of us will you choose?"

When the words left his lips; he wished that he could take them back. He was afraid of the answer, afraid that her admission would finish decimating his heart.

"Neither" was her simple reply. Before she could finish the thought that she'd had for the past few weeks; he raced into another question.

"Do you really think that I believe you? You're in love with us both, but choose to be with neither of us? That doesn't make any sense."

With his last series of questions; she knew that she had to tell him everything that went into that decision. She turned to face him; dislodging his softened cock from her ass. She needed him to see her eyes when she explained. She was surprised by what she saw.

His eyes stung with unshed tears. Had she really just told him that they couldn't be together? Hadn't he expected it and planned to tell her the same? He knew that the moment she answered that question; he'd really had no idea what to expect. 

This was beyond fucked up.

"I don't know what I expected" she began honestly. "I never expected to be in this position; to tell the man that I've loved for my entire adult life that we can't be together..."

She was hit by a wave of emotions and tried to choke back the tears without success.

"I want to go back Brett. I want to go back and decide not to take the job; to just be happy being your wife and the mother of you children. I want to go back to loving only my husband; the way it was always supposed to be" she said and her voice became louder as she tried to drown out the sobs that threatened the clarity of her confession.

His tears started to spill as he watched and listened to her. He knew that she was telling him the truth, but it didn't make the pain any better. He wanted to pull her close and wrap her in his arms, but he knew that they both needed to hear what she had to say.

"You are the most wonderful man I've ever met and I've always loved you. I don't just love you now; I've always been and still am very much in love with you, but I think we both know that I killed our future together. I've been horribly unfair to you and to...everyone involved" she stopped short of saying Jason's name.

"How fair of me would it be to ask you to stay with me and help me raise the constant reminders of my infidelity? The very thing that you wanted was given to me by another man; a man that as much as I've tried to deny, I'm in love with as well. Even if you were willing to try; I couldn't let you because I love you too much to put you through that kind of pain. The pain of seeing those beautiful little girls that I denied you; the pain of having to be civil to their father when he came for visits, you deserve better than that...and you deserve better than me" she said before she had to stop and give herself time to breathe and cry.

"I've been doing the wrong thing for way too long; it's time to get at least one thing right in this clusterfuck that I created" she said as she held her face in her hands.

He lay on his back and closed his eyes as his tears streamed down his temples and into his hair. She was right and it was killing him.

It was killing her too.

She reached and touched his hand before she continued. He didn't jerk away from her, and she took the opportunity to hold his hand in hers.

"What were you expecting when you came here?"

She noticed his brow furrow at her question, but he didn't bother to open his eyes.

"I expected to be furious; I expected to yell and scream, but I didn't expect this" he said as he opened his eyes and looked into hers.

"What do you want? Did you think about it before you came here?"

"I've been doing nothing but think about it since the day you almost killed me."

She winced at his words, but he made no move to filter his thoughts.

"In the past months, I've gone from wanting to wring your neck to wanting to kiss it. I hated you in the beginning and I want to hate you now; but I can't, and I don't think I ever did, I was just hurt. I also can't imagine being without you."

The tears streamed down her face as he thought through what he'd say next.

"I would've tried" he finally said.

She broke down and cried at that and he reached over to pull her close. They held each other for what seemed like an eternity; as her tears wet his chest and his wet her face and hair.

"I would've tried...if you didn't love him or could ever see yourself not loving him. You can't, can you?"

She shook her head against his jaw and he squeezed her tighter.

"And I can't be with him because I can't see myself not loving you" she said into the crook of his neck.

"I never thought this would happen; not to us."

He stroked her big curls and breathed in the scent of her hair.

"What was this Brett? I had no idea this would happen" she said.

"I couldn't help myself...we've never gone so long" he said as he smiled against the side of her face.

"But why?"

"I didn't want my wife pregnant with another man's children the last time I fucked her" he said matter-of-factly.

His thoughts came out truthfully, and he felt her tense at his choice of words.

"I'm sor..." he started before she put her fingers over his mouth.

"I had it coming; that and so much worse."

"I meant what I said, but I didn't mean for it to come out so..."

"Truthfully?"

"Truthfully; so what happens now?"

"I don't know wha..."

She was interrupted by him kissing her, and she melted. When he broke the kiss; she had a glazed look in her eyes.

"Tomorrow may bring the end for us...tonight you still belong to me" he kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He ran his hands over her back and pulled her over to him. She reached down and grabbed his stiff cock and he moaned into her mouth as she stroked him.

Unable to control himself anymore; he lifted her up and she maneuvered a leg on either side of him before he began to lower her onto his stiff cock.

She let out a low moan into his ear and he did the same. She could feel every ridge and vein that made up his beautiful cock, and he relished the soft, warm walls of her pussy as she descended upon him.

She almost came from feeling him inside her again, but wanted to prolong everything about this night. More than likely; the last time that she'd be making love to her husband.

She clasped her legs behind his back, and he crossed his legs 'Indian-style' underneath her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and in their new position; they were at eye-level with one another. 

He leaned in to kiss her and when their lips connected; she rolled her pelvis causing him to grunt into her mouth and bite her lip. She continued the action and it looked as if she were belly dancing on his cock. He used his position and started to lift her on his cock while she continued her dance.

This move was just his; she knew how it drove him wild and she knew what would happen when she started doing it. 

As he resisted the urge to cum; he needed another answer.

"Is this one still mine?"

She knew what he meant.

"This one will always be yours...only yours" she managed to get out before he thrust into her.

"I love you...always."

"I love you too...always" she replied as she leaned in to kiss him again.

They made love for hours that night before finally giving in to exhaustion and passing out. She fell asleep in his arms; his hot breath against her cheek making her feel so safe and loved.

She felt him stir behind her the following morning, but something about it felt off. She felt his hair brushing against her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. When he spoke; it startled her.

"It's time."

She panicked and rolled over to find Jason in bed with her. Unable to speak, she looked at him dumbfounded.

He just smiled and winked at her while she found her voice.

"What?"

"It's time."

Her eyes popped open and she realized that Jason was just a dream, and Brett had left before she woke up. 

She woke up alone; her marriage was over.

*

Thanks so much for hanging in there. I can tell you that the story isn't over, but I can't make any predictions about when the next chapter will be out. Hopefully, I can wrap it up before the 2 year anniversary of Jason's Story hits in May :-)



Jason's Story Ch. 18



Here it is finally -- chapter 18. I know that I suck, but I hope that this chapter makes up for some of the waiting that I've put you through. If you're new to Jason's Story (JS); this chapter will make very little sense, and if you're a JS vet, thanks for sticking with me. JS will not go beyond 20 chapters, this I promise you. Thanks so much for reading, and please vote and comment (and if you're thinking of commenting on some racist bullshit I ask you; why did you even bother to open this story...you know what category it was under ;-) I hope you guys like it, and I love you! Kitty

*****1 month later*****

Nigha and Brett had come to the agreement that she would move into her parent's second home while they sorted things out with the boys. He'd finally had a chance to see Bryce and Jadyn and smiled at their beauty as his heart ached. 

They should've been his.

They wanted to give the boys time to digest and adjust to what was happening, and the four of them would work out a custody arrangement. Stephen still wouldn't say very much to her and Sean just looked like his world had ended. This was never what she'd envisioned for herself. Her family torn apart; no real glimpse at how things would play out, and things were just getting started.

She was to blame, but she wasn't alone. She hadn't seen Jason since she and Brett decided that things were through. She assumed that he'd heard and was just giving her some time before he tried to become a more permanent fixture in her life.

After she and the girls had settled in; she got a call from Jack asking her to come to his going away party. She'd regained her strength and looked forward to returning to work in two weeks. Jack's party was a week away and she definitely intended to go. 

"So, do you know the person that's going to be my new boss?"

"No"

"Well, what's his or her name?"

"I didn't mean 'no' I don't know the person...I meant 'no' I don't know who it is. I don't know whether it's a man or a woman. I've been assured that it's someone very familiar with our day-to-day operations, but it is kind of strange."

"I'll say. Why the big mystery? Any ideas?"

"I'm guessing it's a high-profile acquisition from the competition. Maybe they don't want word getting out too soon."

"So, I guess I'll get to meet him/her on my first day back then?"

She heard him chuckle on the other end of the phone line before he responded.

"From what I hear, Lincoln will be bringing him/her to the party on Friday. I'm anxious to find out the answer to the mystery myself."

"Lincoln? The Lincoln Meyer? Wow, it must be a pretty big deal if the CFO is handling the introductions personally."

"I know right? I think he's just coming because he knows that you're going to be there. At any rate, the curiosity is killing me!" 

"Well, I can assure you that whomever my new boss is; he/she won't be nearly as good as the one that's vacating the position" she said with a smile.

"Nigha; if you ever decide that you want or need to pick up and leave, I just want you to know that you'll always have a position wherever I am. If I have to, I'll create one."

She heard the enthusiasm and sincerity in his voice; she would definitely miss him.

"Jack; my life is here, but it's nice to know that I have an offer elsewhere should I need it."

After a brief silence on the line, he continued.

"So I'll see you on Friday then?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Besides, I need to meet the person that gets me as their new right hand" she said with a sarcastic laugh. "And if Lincoln is coming just to see little ole me" she said in her best southern drawl, "I can't very well disappoint the man, now can I?"

Jack burst out laughing on the other end of the line and she joined him. Jack was great to work with and no one else could take his place.

"See you Friday Nigha. Get some rest."

"Sure thing still-technically-my-boss" she retorted with a mock salute. "See you soon."

After they hung up; Jack sighed and continued to pack up his office. He'd miss her most of all and he hoped; for her sake, that her family situation would eventually be alright.

***************

"J; what are you up to?" Bria asked him. 

"What?" he said before taking a huge bite of his PB&J.

"I don't know...the woman that your insanely in-love who just happens to be the mother of your children has ended her marriage. As a matter of fact; this news broke about a month ago, and you haven't visited the girls since the week before everything went down. So I'll ask again; what are you up to?" 

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow as he continued to chew another huge bite of the sandwich.

"Just what would you have me do B? Rush over there, all caveman-style and demand that she be with me? Come on girl; you know your sister better than that. And if you don't, I sure do."

The three of them; Kane, Jason, and Bria, had resorted to calling each other by the first initial of their first name instead of their actual first names.

"I gotta tell you, I'm very surprised that you haven't just charged over there."

"If I'm to convince her that we belong together; I have to use all of the tools in my arsenal, not just a club to beat it into her thick skull."

"So you do still want to be with her? Even after everything that's happened?"

"I'd walk through fire; barefoot and naked, with my schlong dragging across the flames, just to be with her. She needs time and all I have is time" he replied matter-of-factly while taking a sip from his glass of milk.

"Ewww, mental picture" she squealed as she threw her hands over her eyes. "Jeez, you've really got it bad for her don't you?"

"She's my disease...what else can I say?"

"That about sums it up...oohhh" she squealed.

Jason rolled his eyes as his brother came up behind Bria, and nuzzled his stubbly face into the crook of her neck. They were ridiculous and although he was happy for both of them, he was not-so-secretly jealous.

Jason and Bria's relationship had grown closer since their time in the hospital; waiting on progress reports of their loved ones. She couldn't help but like him once she got to know him, and he felt the same about her. She knew that through everything, he was very much in love with her sister and he had been willing to step aside to allow her to do what she felt would make her happy.

He had been willing, but while Nigha carried those twins; Bria as well as Nigha knew that if those girls were his, all bets were off.

They were.

***************

Nigha decided that doctors-be-damned; she'd wear her strappy silver heels to Jack's going away party. She'd opted to wear her hair straight; she wore no jewelry, and wore a deep mulberry strapless dress. It was fitted through the top and hip, and was cut on a bias so that it flowed while she walked.

She'd done her patented smoky-eye in varying shades of charcoal and gray, and wore a slightly shimmery gloss for a simple lip. Her hair was parted so that it hung over the scarred side of her face more so than the other and when she slipped on her heels; she was ready to go.

She felt a little nervous about seeing the majority of her co-workers for the first time in a few months, but found it surprising that she wasn't nervous about meeting her new boss. He or she would be the one person that didn't know about her personal situation and that presented a welcome change.

After the valet had taken her car; she walked into the ballroom where the function was being held. Within thirty seconds, Ginger; Jack's secretary, found Nigha and squeezed her into a tight hug.

"Oh my goodness, I've missed you so much" she said with excitement.

"Me...too...Ginge" Nigha was able to breathe out with a little laugh.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Nigha. I didn't hurt you, did I?" she asked, her voice laden with concern.

"No I'm fine, so have you met my new boss."

"I haven't met him personally, but I have to tell you that it must be a requirement for the head of this department to be good-looking."

'Of course he's good looking, just what I need right now' Nigha thought to herself.

"Really now" she stated with a smirk.

"I know that we didn't get to work together for that long, but I know that look. Ben and I are perfectly, blissfully happy, but I'm married; not dead. You'd have to be lacking a pulse to not notice this one. Come on" she said as she grabbed Nigha's hand and started to make their way over to Jack and Lincoln.

On the way, Nigha grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters.

When Jack saw Nigha walking toward them, Nigha noticed the strange look on his face. His first instinct was to smile, but then she noticed him draw his brows together. As they approached; Lincoln immediately rushed over to Nigha leaving the new boss to chat with Jack.

"Nigha, it's been too terribly long" Lincoln said as he kissed her hand.

"It has indeed" she answered with her trademark smile. "How are Lily and the girls?"

"Lily has been worried sick about you since we heard about the accident. Jackson can fill you in on the weekly status update calls" he replied with a laugh.

"Speaking of Jackson; you're finally stealing him away from us huh?"

"Finally; couldn't have picked a better word. He had his heart set on you stepping up to the plate, but I completely understand your decision. How are those new babies, and how on earth do you look thinner than the last time I saw you" he asked as he took her hand and led her into a playful spin.

"Genetics, twins, and staying off painkillers" she joked. "Maybe someday soon, I'll be back at my normal weight because none of my clothes fit."

"Normally after a woman has twins; her clothes aren't too small" Ginger added with a mock sneer.

"Touché" Lincoln replied with a hearty laugh.

"Indeed" Nigha said as she shot Ginger a playful look of disdain. "So...tell me about the new boss."

"After you bowed out gracefully; there were only a few worthy candidates and one just stood out..."

As Lincoln was describing her new boss; she looked at him while he was talking to Jack. He was very tall and obviously a bit rebellious due to the fact that his hair was definitely past 'corporate-deemed' appropriate length, and he wore it in a sleek ponytail. As they walked closer for the coming formal introduction; she was struck by something very familiar.

'Cool Water .'

It only smelled like that on one man, but there was no way. She hadn't seen him in over a month, but there was no way he could've pulled this off. She was just imagining things.

"...from what I understand, he started his career here a few years back."

'No, no, no...calm down...it can't be.'

She took a sip of her champagne in an attempt to calm her nerves, but her senses were flooded. She'd smelled Cool Water so many times, but it never smelled as fantastic on anyone but Jason.

Her new boss would be the exception, and had to be anyone but.

"Nigha; this is Jason Branson" she heard Lincoln say from somewhere far away. Everything went silent as she felt a pressure building in her head blocking out all sound; blocking out everything but the insanely loud beating of her heart.

She felt something crack in her hand and everyone around her started to scramble. Jason closed the space between them and took her hand. Everything was happening in slow motion and she looked in disbelief at the crimson flowing from her palm.

Jackson looked on at the train wreck happening before him; powerless to do anything about it or the aftermath. Ginger was looking around frantically for someone to help, and Lincoln just stood there with a shocked look on his face.

She looked into his eyes; confused, and he immediately went to work removing the glass from the champagne flute from her hand. The next thing she knew, she was floating across the floor toward the door of the ballroom, and shortly thereafter; she was in the ladies room and Jason was running water over her hand.

Her senses returned with a vengeance as she felt the water stinging her hand. His hair that had been so neatly tucked into a ponytail moments before, was steadily working to free itself from the confines of the elastic band. She took a large intake of breath causing him to stop and look at her. The emotions started to flood her face and she looked a mix of shocked, confused, hurt, and pissed.

He cut the water off and took a good look at her hand. It wasn't nearly as bad as he first thought when he practically carried her out of the room, but it did need to be bandaged up. He went to work looking for a first-aid kit when she finally spoke.

"What are you doing?" was all she could muster.

"Trying to find the first-aid kit" he answered.

"No smartass; that's not what I meant and we both know it. Why didn't you tell me what you were planning?"

He was still looking for the first-aid kit as he answered her as if she'd asked if it was raining outside.

"Nigha; you've had a lot going on for the past few weeks and it didn't really matter that I was busy accepting a new job. A job I've been angling for the past three months" he said as he finally found the plastic blue box.

He motioned her toward the floral, tufted ottoman and helped her to sit down.

"It never occurred to you to let me know what you were up to?"

"Now why would I go and do a thing like that?" he said with a smile as he opened some anti-bacterial ointment and started to gently rub it onto her cuts. "I already knew what you'd say, how you'd feel, or better yet; how you'd tell me you feel, and I didn't see the point."

He unwrapped the roll of gauze as he continued. "Although I can say that you shocked the hell out of me back there. I expected a polite "how do you do" and maybe a pissed-off glare, but the whole squeezing of the champagne flute until it shattered threw us all for a loop" he said as he wrapped her hand.

"I guess you could say that it was the glass or your face, and since you're my boss now; I didn't want to be carted off for assault with so many witnesses around."

He smiled a little at her last statement; remembering that she probably could've made him see stars if she had slugged him. As he was putting tape on her hand to secure the bandages, Ginger walked into the ladies room.

As she looked at the two of them; Nigha with her knees pressed together and her feet apart, and Jason on his knees tending to her wound, she realized that there was more to the two of them than a former working relationship. She quickly regained her composure as the door shut behind her.

"Oh my goodness, there you two are" she said with a little too much excitement in her voice. "We were trying to find you to make sure Nigha was alright."

Jason looked at Ginger and gave her that smile that made women melt. Nigha rolled her eyes at him because she knew what was coming next; a thick layer of charm.

"I'm sorry; instinct took over and I rushed her away so that I could get a better look at her hand to make sure it wasn't too serious. There were only a few minor cuts so I cleaned her up and now I'm just finishing up the bandaging."

"I'm so glad to hear that" Ginger said as she placed her hand on her chest. "Let me go see if I can track down Jack and Lincoln to let them know that everything's fine. Nigha; will you be joining us again tonight?"

"Sure Ginge, I just need a few more minutes that's all" she said with a genuine smile. Ginger was so sweet and caring.

"Okay, I'll let everyone know" she said and then turned to look Jason in the eyes. "You take care of her alright" she said with a meaning that he understood immediately.

"I sure will. I need her to be tip-top to show me the ropes on Monday" he said with a smile and a wink to let her know that he picked up on the double meaning. 

Ginger walked out and shook her head. He was a smoothie and looking the way that he did made it that much easier for him to get away with it. She noticed the way that he looked at Nigha and she worried for her. Nigha was in deep trouble.

"Looks like you still got it" she said as she shook her head and laughed.

"You make it sound like I was in danger of losing it" he retorted as he placed the last piece of tape on her bandage.

She held up her hand and took a look at his handiwork.

"How did I not know that you were trained as a male nurse?"

He let out a small laugh before answering her question.

"Well, I recently became a father to the most beautiful set of twin girls that you can possibly imagine and I took CPR so that I'd be prepared if anything ever happened and they needed me."

She looked at him; stunned. She had no idea that he'd done that and was so touched by the gesture.

"I asked if the instructor could teach me a few things about how to dress cuts and scrapes and he happily agreed. He said I have a natural talent" he said with a proud smile.

"I'd have to agree with him. The ER couldn't have done a better job" she smiled while admiring the bandage.

"So these twins of yours; does their mother know that you're so devoted?"

"I think she has an idea" he said with a wicked smirk.

"So, why isn't she here with you tonight?"

"Well, we're not together and it's quite complicated right now, but eventually..."

"Eventually what?"

"She'll be in a place where she can listen to her heart and we'll be together."

"You say that with certainty."

"There are few things that I am certain of in this life, but that is surely one of them. I'm certain that I love her and just as certain that she loves me. It'll take a while, but it'll happen."

"Why aren't you together now?" she asked as if she didn't know.

"My goodness; we met less than an hour ago and you're already digging into my private life. I already told you that its complicated! You're not going to be one of those nosey coworkers are you?" 

She couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Branson. I got caught up in your story, but I promise that I won't delve into your personal life."

"Please; call me Jason and that's too bad really" he said as he reached for her hand to help her up. When she stood, he pulled her close to him. "She haunts my dreams you know."

His admission sent chills down her spine and she was speechless as he held her close. "A woman as beautiful as you should never have to apologize. You do look beautiful tonight Nigha" he whispered within inches of her ear. 

"I've missed you" he said as he put his hand on the small of her back and brushed his lips across her cheek.

"We better get back before the search party returns" she cleared her throat and managed to croak out.

"Of course" he said as he took a step away from her.

As they made their way toward the door, she stopped him.

"Your hair is a little mussed. You might want to fix it before we go back in."

"Yeah...the last thing we want is for people to start talking" he said as he looked at one of the chin length strands that had broken free, causing her to smile.

"Thanks" he said as he pulled his hair free and combed it with his fingers.

It was beautiful, falling well past his shoulders in natural waves. She didn't think it possible, but he looked better than the last time she'd seen him; the hair, the goatee, and the body, the epitome of a male model.

He pulled it back and looked to her for approval.

"It's perfect; now let's get out of here."

**********

After the five minutes of reassuring everyone that she was alright; she made her way through the throngs of people who'd been waiting to see her for months.

After she'd been talking to Sam for a few minutes; she felt a light touch on her elbow. She was a little surprised to see that it was Jack.

"Can I have a minute?"

"Sure; Sam, I'll catch up with you later" she said as she started to walk away with Jack.




Jason's Story Ch. 18



She swiped a glass of champagne with her good hand and took a sip while Jack began.

"Nigha; I had no idea that it was him and by the time I'd found out, you were already here. Are you alright?"

"As alright as I can be" she replied honestly. "It's not your fault Jack; I know that you would've told me if you'd known" she reassured him and touched his arm with her bandaged hand.

"Is your hand alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine" she said as she balled up a fist. "Sorry I scared you, but this is child's play compared to what I've been through" she smiled as she held her fists up to her face, flicked her nose, and sneered while shrugging her shoulders.

"Touché tough girl" he said with a laugh. "I imagine it is."

"So is this the part where you tell me that you've changed your mind and won't leave me at the mercy of the Big Bad Branson?"

"No, it's a little late for that" he said as he smiled and placed his hand on her shoulder. "This is the part where I remind you that if you ever need to pick up elsewhere; you just say the word" he said while looking into her eyes, conveying the gravity of his statement. 

"I'm a big girl Jack..."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it; you'll be fine" he said throwing up his hands while finishing her statement.

"Exactly" she said as she reached up to give him a hug. "Is it normal to anticipate missing your old boss so much?"

"Of course it isn't; but then again, there's only one boss like me" he smiled into her hair.

"Ain't that the truth" she agreed as she let him go and took a step back.

She saw Jackson looking over her shoulder with a look that let her know that Jason was walking up to join them.

"Jackson."

"Jason. Well, I guess once you got promoted; there was no holding you back."

"I have a goal that I'm working toward and once I set my mind to it; there's no stopping me. Although, you could say that I missed home a bit too much to stay away for longer than absolutely necessary. My heart is here."

Jackson nodded in understanding. "I wish you the best Jason, and you've definitely got the best in the business backing you up" he said as he touched Nigha's shoulder.

"Don't I know it" he agreed as he looked down at her.

Nigha mustered her best smile, attempting to not look uncomfortable before she downed the rest of her fifth glass of champagne. In the distance; she heard the first chords of one of her favorite songs. She felt a gentle hand on her elbow and realized that Jason had been looking at her for a few moments.

"May I have this dance" he asked in a debonair tone. She nodded in agreement and they walked over to the dance floor as the lyrics started.

Baby, baby...when we first met I never felt something so strong You were like my lover, and my best friend All wrapped into one with a ribbon on it

"This song makes me think of you" he said as he held her hand close to his heart.

It made her think of him too. It was such a tragic love song that was almost tailor-made for them; she imagined it encompassed how he felt about her. She didn't respond, figuring that he already knew that she felt the same.

As they swayed to the music; he pulled her closer, his large hand possessively positioned at the small of her back. She didn't protest; relishing the feel of being close to him again, if only for a song.

And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do you? It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back And you're the one to blame, and now I feel like...oh

You're the reason why I'm thinking I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking Shoulda never let you enter my door Next time you wanna go on and leave Should just let you go on and do it Cause now I'm using like I bleed

It's like I checked into rehab...baby you're my disease...

It felt so good to be close to him again. They hadn't been this close since the last night they'd made love, and she leaned in closer to him; not thinking that it was possible to get any closer. He welcomed it and pressed her into him.

************ Ginger came up to stand next to Jackson as he was watching them dance. Unable to stop herself; she leaned closer so that those nearby wouldn't hear what she was going to say next.

"He's the one, isn't he?"

The question snapped him out of staring as his mind raced. He understood the question, but hoped that he was wrong.

"The one?"

She looked at him like he was thick-headed and explained her question.

"He's the one that broke up her marriage, isn't he?"

The look on Jackson's face was all the answer she needed.

"It's okay Jack; you don't have to confirm it. Even the blind could see that something huge is going on between those two. Is she going to be alright?"

"One can only hope so" he said as they continued to watch Nigha and Jason dance.

**********

The end of the song was approaching and Nigha knew that she had to put some distance between the two of them. As the last note played; she tried to push herself away from him, but he wasn't letting go. She heard another set of all-too-familiar notes start to come from the speaker. 

Irony is such a cruel bitch.

Lost without you, can't help myself How does it feel, to know that I love you baby I'm lost without you, can't help myself How does it feel, to know that I love you baby

"Jase; you've got to let me go."

"Nope; can't do that right now. I'm busy reliving the best night of my life" he whispered into her ear as he pressed his cheek against the side of her forehead.

"I can't do this" she whispered against his collar; not thinking that he could hear her.

"Of course you can. We'll be working together; we'll be parents together, and before this is all over, we will be together."

"You have to know that's not going to happen."

"I know that you've been trying to convince yourself that it's not going to happen, but I'm a patient man and I'm not trying to rush or pressure you."

"What would you call it then?"

She pulled away just enough to look into his eyes and immediately regretted taking that course of action.

"Stating the facts" he said; his eyes full of want, love, and intent, with no hint of patience.

"But Jason; you have to know...."

"Shhhh" he whispered before he put his cheek against the side of her forehead and started to sing quietly into her ear.

Baby you're the perfect shape, baby you're the perfect weight Treat me like my birthday I want it this way, I want it that way, I want it Tell me you don't want me to stop, tell me it would break your heart That you love me and all my dirty, You wanna roll with me, you wanna hold me You wanna make fires and get Norwegian wood with me I just love to hear you say it, it makes a man feel good baby...

Her mind flashed back to the first time he'd sung this song for her. It made her melt then just like it was doing now. Her resolve was weakening and she knew she had to find some way to get away from him.

If only it didn't feel so good to be held in his arms again.

"Do you ever think about the time this song became a pivotal part of our lives?"

"Yes" she answered easily.

'FUCK' she thought; why did she admit it out loud so quickly.

"Do you still think about it; about us?"

"How can I not?"

'WHAT THE FUCK...blame it on the alcohol I guess' she said in her mind.

What was in her heart was flowing freely and she couldn't rein it in. She didn't realize how many glasses of champagne she'd knocked back until her brain-to-mouth filter shut down, and left her at his mercy.

"Do you think that we'll be together?"

"We can't be."

Even though she wanted to; even though she wanted him, her head and her heart were in agreement on that one.

She could feel his heart beating when he pulled away just enough to be able to look into her eyes. He wasn't angry or surprised.

"And why is that? Who decides what's right for us? You? You've made decisions for too many people for far too long. This is a decision that neither of us can make alone, and you're something; we're something that I'll never give up on. We'll work together, and things will be strictly business. I'll continue to spend time with my girls and get to know what it's like to be an active father who lives only minutes; not hours away. Eventually I'll make you understand that we'll be together; this I promise you."

Within seconds the song was over and he took a step back, bowed, and kissed her hand.

"Thank you for the dances; I'll see you on Monday" and with that he put his hand in his pocket and walked away with a devilish smirk on his face and a swagger next to none while she stood on the dance floor; alone and stupefied.

He hadn't come all this way for nothing, and he would never let her go.

********************

Three months later

He'd kept his word and they worked just as well together as they had before he'd left. They would work, sometimes go to lunch together, and he would come over every night around 7:30 to spend an hour with the twins before they were put down.

There were times when she felt tortured; times when she wanted to throw him down on a desk, and then there were times when she would visit the boys and think of no one but Brett when they were in the same room. It was the feelings for Brett that reminded her why she and Jason could never be together, and vice-versa.

It would kill her when Brett would open the door and she'd see the sparkle in his eyes, and then the realization would set in, and the sparkle would fizzle out. The hurt was showing less and less, but she always wanted to scoop him into her arms and make it better.

She had resigned herself to the fact that she'd more than likely end up alone. Life was passing her by and it seemed that she'd have either too many or no one to share it with. The two men she loved most would always be a part of her life, but neither could be in her life as anything more than the father of her children, and there was no room for anyone else.

**********

He'd made a vow to get her the right way this time; but it was proving to be just as difficult as he thought it would be. Being so close to her; day in and day out, was wearing heavily on his resolve. He needed to speed things up before he lost his shit.

********************

"Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god...I can't believe it Nigh" Bria exclaimed almost on the brink of hyperventilation.

"What in the world girl; calm down" she laughed as she tried to calm Bria down.

"Wait" she said before quieting down and looking around. "Are the boys here?"

"No, they're having a boy's night in with their dad."

"Are the girls asleep; I didn't wake them did I?"

"No" she answered laughing again. She had an idea what had Bria so excited, but seeing her little sister like this was just adorable. "They're having a Daddy's night with their old man, so it's just me and you" she said wide eyed. "Now, let's take it slowly; what-is-going-on" she said as she motioned her hands to make Bria spill it.

"Okay, okay, deep breaths Bri...deep breaths. You know that today is the two-year anniversary of our first date right?"

"Aww sweetheart; I didn't think you'd remember" she threw her hands up over her mouth.

"Oh shut up!" Bria said as she shoved a laughing Nigha onto the couch.

"I'm sorry honey; please continue" she said, a smirk still on her face.

"Okay, Kane told me that he loved me and..."

Nigha made a big show out of yawning and Bria shot her another look.

"He wants to spend the rest of his life with me; he wants me to be the mother of our children, and he asked me to marry him."

"Oh my god; that's wonderful" Nigha said as she jumped up and down, but stopped abruptly when she saw the look on Bria's face.

"Bri; where's the ring?"

"I didn't say yes" she said in a quiet voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Why the hell not? That man is crazy about you and you're crazy about him. What's really going on?"

"I used to look at your life and think I'd never have that. The gorgeous husband; the perfect kids, an awesome life. You were my inspiration; you had it all, and then..."

"I fucked it up, huh?"

"Yeah...well; that's not what I meant. If you knew that Brett wasn't the one; would you have married him anyway?"

"Brett was the one and there's not a day that goes by that I'm not thankful for our time together. He was my first, my everything; he just wasn't my last. If I could go back to when we were falling in love; to the day he asked me to marry him, after all of the things that I've put him through, I would still say yes. I would say yes because I loved him then, and I love him still. No one can change that and that's why I'm alone."

"And Jason?"

"Ahh Jason" she sighed with a smile. "Before Jason, I thought there was only one great love in one's life and he made me realize that there can be more...although there really shouldn't be. I love him; not in the same way that I love Brett, but I'm cursed to be in love with two wonderful men and deserving neither. Honey, you can't base your happiness on 'what ifs' and 'maybes'. You can't base one of your most important decisions in life on how your big sis fucked up. This man adores you and you him, go say yes and put him out of his misery" she said as she reached out and hugged Bria as they both cried.

"Nigh" she said as she wiped her eyes "what are you going to do?"

"The million dollar question. I'm going to encourage Brett and Jason to move on with their lives; without me in any other capacity than the mother of their children."

"So that's it huh? You're ready to just give it all up and throw in the towel on love and a life with either of them? I think one of them will throw a kink into your plan; if not both."

"What else can I do?"

"Keep an open mind and an open heart. I know that you don't feel worthy and yes; you did fuck up, royally, but in the end you did the best that you could."

"So it sounds like you have an inside track huh?"

"Not really, but my money's on my brother; whichever one you think I mean" she said with a chuckle before the pillow hit her in the face.

"He haunts me" she said more to herself than to Bria.

"What? Who haunts you?"

"Jason. Almost every night; I dream about him...about us. At first it was disturbing, but it's been going on for months, so it's pretty much a given now."

"Whoa; do you ever dream about Brett?"

"Pretty much on the nights that I'm not haunted by Jason; most of the time, I have guilty dreams about Brett. I keep seeing the pain and realization in his eyes when I told him about the girls."

"And your dreams about Jason?"

"There are times when I have similar dreams about him, but most nights; our time together is very...animated."

"So -- animated like you guys are always fighting, or animated like you two are..." she motioned the rest of her statement with her hands.

"Let's just say that my dreams are about as close as I've been to the real thing, and are probably as close as I'll get for a long time to come."

"Don't you think that maybe your 'torturous' dreams are your mind's way of telling you something? Like maybe the fact that you want to be with the man rocked your world so hard that it cost you your marriage?" 

"My body has always wanted to be with him, but my mind and my heart won't let me. Too much has been done."

"Umm hmm. So, is it as good in your dreams as it is in real life?" she asked before she burst into laughter at Nigha's expression.

"Not funny" Nigha said as she pushed her over.

"No, not funny...hilarious" she said holding up her hands to shield her from the next pillow.

********************

She was very busy at work when there was a light tap on her office door.

"Yes" she called out.

He peeked his head around the corner as that lustrous mane fell to the side. She smiled at him as he walked in.

"What are your plans for lunch today?"

"I'd actually planned to order in because this new account is taking up more of my time than I'd like. Why?" "Oh, no reason really. My brother just told me that the woman that he's madly in love with has agreed to be his wife and I was hoping to celebrate with my favorite coworker for lunch or...dinner maybe?"

She gave him a huge smile. "Good for him; I'm so happy that he's found his happiness. Who's the lucky girl?"

"Well, he met her out of the strangest of circumstances, but I can honestly say that I love her like she was my own. And; I win the bet."

"The bet?"

He ran his hands over his mustache and down into his goatee before grabbing his chin. 'Ever since we were kids; we always had this bet. He thought that when we grew up; even though he's got me by two years, that I'd beat him to the altar. I always said that he was more of a romantic than he knew; he just needed to find the woman who'd make all others pale in comparison."

"Your brother has found his; do you think you'll ever find yours?"

"If finding mine would've won him the bet; then he won almost 3 years ago when I sat downstairs in a training class and she stormed into my life..."

She dropped her pen on the glass top of her desk causing quite a commotion. He just turned to her and smiled.

"What were you expecting? Me to say that 'oh, maybe someday I'll find the girl for me'. There is NO one else for me and I'm not looking for someone to occupy my time. But back to my earlier question; would you like to have lunch or dinner?"

She had to snap herself out of her temporary stupor before she could answer.

"Jase I..."

"Tell you what; why don't you and the girls come over tonight and I'll cook you dinner?"

"Hmm...you'll get to spend time with the girls; I can work through lunch and get home at a decent hour, sounds like a win-win to me" she said with a smile.

"I'll go get the girls. I'm leaving around 4 today" 'as of right now' he thought, "so I can pick them up from your mom's and you can come straight to my place when you're done here" he added with an I've-got-this-all-figured-out smile.

"Great" she heard herself say with a little too much enthusiasm. "Are you working this weekend?"

"Hell no" he said with a laugh. "I plan on spending every waking moment with my girls. Can they spend the night tonight? Come on, you know you want to sleep through the night" he added in a sing-song, pleading tone.

She smiled and shook her head before answering.

"Sure. That'd be just fine."

"Awesome" he said as he pumped and tucked his fist in that classic 'yes' move.

"You're a nut! Get out of here so I can get some work done" she laughed out and threw a stress ball at him.

He caught it midair and ran out of her office with it.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous and cute? It's completely unfair.

**********

Jason practically skipped back to his office, so excited that the situation unfolded the way it did. He had no idea that it would happen, but was so glad that it had. She'd agreed to let him to cook for her and she could definitely use some good meals. She was still so thin and her clothes practically hung off her body. He longed for the return of her curves, and for those curves to return to him.

He desperately wanted her back in his life; back as his woman, not just the mother of his children, and would officially make her his wife. He just hoped that he could make it happen sooner rather than later. But tonight he wouldn't push it, tonight would just be about taking care of her.

**********

Nigha wrapped up her last meeting at 5:00 on the dot and made sure that it didn't carry over. Ending on time meant she'd be leaving on time, and she was really looking forward to cuddling her babies and the celebration dinner with Jason.

It scared her a little at just how much she was looking forward to the latter.




Jason's Story Ch. 18



********* The drive only took 20 minutes; the traffic gods had been kind, and she took advantage of the second parking spot for his apartment. The elevator ride seemed to take an eternity, and she was surprised by how anxious she was to see him.

"Get a grip girl -- you just saw the man two hours ago" she chastised herself aloud.

The elevator dinged, and she got out and walked down the hall. She realized just how tiring this past week had been and although she really was looking forward to dinner; she also wanted to just go home and crawl into bed.

"Thank God it's Friday, and a deal's a deal."

She tapped on the door and was surprised how immediately it flew open and revealed Jason wearing an 'I Love Caramel' t-shirt, knee-length shorts, no shoes, and an adorable apron around his waist. He had his hair pulled back into something resembling a messy bun, and she couldn't help but smile when she saw him. The scent of the dinner he was working on, was definitely working on her and she heard her stomach growl.

"Hey, come on in. Everything's almost ready and the girls are watching TV."

Nigha was scared of how natural it felt when she walked in, and he took her purse and jacket and hung them up next to the door. 

She saw Bryce rolling around giggling. Jadyn saw her come in; smiled, and started to scoot her way over to the gate. Nigha hurried over and picked up Jadyn and snuggled under her neck while the baby kicked and giggled. At 9 months old, both their heads were covered in big, black curls and their eyes were as blue as the day they were born. She'd heard from so many people that their eyes would change after the first few months, but she knew better. They were born with their father's eyes, and she knew that it was a permanent fixture. 

Those babies; the result of something that had cost her everything in her perfect life, wouldn't have been traded for the world by either of their parents. Nigha carefully climbed over the gate, and made her way over to Bryce who was still just having the time of her life kicking and giggling. She got on her hands and knees and carefully sat Jadyn up beside her, then leaned over in front of Bryce's face. Bryce smiled and squealed, and Nigha nuzzled her under her neck and blew a raspberry in the little fat rolls. Bryce laughed, kicked, and screamed; all while slapping her Mommie all over her face. Nigha raised her head up and started looking back and forth between the two of them and pushed Jadyn over and blew a raspberry into her neck, getting the same reaction.

Jason stood in the kitchen captivated by the sight before him. Nigha was so comfortable there, rolling around on the floor; still in her skirt and blouse from work, playing around with their growing babies. This was how it should be; he just had to bide his time and make her see that. He knew she felt it too, but he had to give her the time she needed. 

He wouldn't lose her.

"Hey girlies, you know what? Your Auntie Bria and your Uncle Kane are getting married" she sang to the babies who were oblivious to her statements. "Aren't you excited? Yes you are...yes you are."

By now she was laying on the floor with the twins while Jason was putting the finishing touches on dinner. He noticed how Nigha kept tugging at her skirt and he had an idea. He walked to his room while his sauce cooled down slightly.

"Nigha? I brought you these so you can be just a little more comfortable" he said extending the t-shirt and shorts he grabbed from his room.

"Oh, thank you" she said as she scooted over to him on her knees. She stood and grabbed the clothes.

"Why don't you go ahead and get changed and I'll put the girls in their high-chairs."

"Okay, sure" she agreed with a timid smile. "By the way; I never asked what we're having?"

"I made you Lobster Alfredo over penne and chocolate mousse for dessert" he stated plainly, waiting for her reaction.

'Girl, why in the world are you not with this man?' her subconscious scolded.

"Oh my goodness, that sounds soooooohhh good" she said as she rolled her eyes and her stomach growled; loudly enough for him to hear and look down at it.

"Did you eat lunch today?" His expression was laced with concern; although still and always beautiful, she was way too thin.

"No, I got busy and..."

"Why didn't your receptionist order something for you?" He asked placing his hand on his hip.

"Because I never asked her to" she asked more than stated while wincing like a child who'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Hurry up and go get yourself changed so we can eat" he commanded while pointing to his room. "If you don't start taking better care of the mother of my children; I'm going to start dragging you to all of your meals personally!"

"Oh, alright DAD! You gonna keep trying to fatten me up with your delicious Italian cooking?"

"Hey! I eat it all the time and look at me" he said gesturing to his body. "Mom hooked it up on the daily, and Kane and I aren't fat?"

"You're Germalian...part soldier, part stallion. I'm Blazilian; part curves and part curves" she said holding out her hands one at a time, as if something were in them.

"Germalian?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"German and Italian" she laughed. She called him that all the time to other people, but didn't realize until then that she'd never said it to his face.

He burst out laughing at her statement before continuing.

"So I guess Blazilian is...Black and...Brazilian?"

"You betcha" she said with a wink and a smile.

"Well right now instead of being part curves and part curves, you're part beautiful and mostly bones. Do I need to cook for you every day?"

"Let's start with croissants, cappuccinos, and chocolate mousse for breakfast tomorrow and see how it goes" she said folding her arms defensively with a cocky smirk.

"Done. Now go get changed" he said, again pointing down the hall.

"Alright, alright; I'm going" she said as she shook her head and headed for his room.

'I'd make you anything, anytime, if you'd just stay with me' he thought to himself before he turned to get the girls. He placed them in their high-chairs and gave them each some veggie stick snacks before returning to the kitchen to plate their meals.

Nigha quickly changed and when she was approaching the table, Jason was placing her steaming plate down. The aroma was intoxicating and she wanted to dive in as soon as she sat down. She waited patiently as he brought out his own plate and brought out a glass of water and a glass of wine for each of them. She bowed her head to say grace.

"Thank you Lord for the blessings that you've bestowed upon me, and for my present company at this meal. Amen."

She looked up at him; clearly touched by his prayer, before saying "Amen."

He looked into her eyes across the table and tilted his wine glass toward her.

"Please eat" he said to her sweetly.

"Oh" she said before gathering some pasta onto her fork. After getting a chunk of the lobster onto it; she slowly took a bite, and moaned from the taste. The noise she made took him back to some other memories, and he squirmed in his seat slightly.

"Mmmmnnnhhh, oh my God Jase this is sooohh good" she moaned out while getting ready to take another bite.

"I'm so glad you like it" he said watching her slowly wrap her lips around the next large bite of food. Every time she'd take a bite, she'd close her eyes and let out another 'yummy noise'. He hadn't realized how long he'd just been sitting there; sipping his wine and watching her, until she called him on it.

"Why aren't you eating?" she asked not caring that she had a mouth full of food.

"Hmm? Oh yeah" he said as he used his fork, preparing his first bite. 

She was in heaven. Italian food was her favorite, and a gorgeous man that could cook it for her? Forget about it. The only problem with that thought was that he wasn't her man, just the father of her girls. The gorgeous, funny, talented in all areas, father of her girls; that she just so happened to be insanely attracted to. 

"You know, you just might have to start cooking all of my meals to make sure I'm eating properly" she said matter-of-factly while she finished chewing.

"Done" he said quickly as she looked into his eyes looking for a playful 'just kidding' look. 

There wasn't one...Game, Set, Match -- Jason.

**********

After dinner, thinking that she couldn't eat another bite, she watched him as he methodically cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink.

"Jason; I'm so full, I don't know if I can handle desser...."

Before she could finish her statement; she saw the martini glasses filled with chocolate mousse that he was bringing over. He got her; chocolate mousse was one of her all-time favorites.

As he placed the glass in front of her he asked, "You were saying?"

"That I can't believe you bought chocolate mousse for dessert" she said holding her hands in front of her like a schoolgirl. 

"Well don't believe I bought it" he said seriously.

"What?"

"Don't believe that I bought it because I didn't; I made it from scratch."

After he told her; she placed a small amount of mousse on her tongue, closed her eyes, and savored its flavor as it melted away. He watched her face and smiled like the spider that caught the fly.

'Who would've thought that cooking would be a weapon in my arsenal' he thought to himself. 'I'll cook for you forever if you just come back to me.'

She opened her eyes and looked straight into his; staring into her intently. She was mesmerized momentarily, and then went back to scoop up another spoonful. 

He put just a little on the tip of his spoon and fed a little to Bryce, and she gobbled it up.

"Jason! How long have you been feeding them chocolate mousse?"

"Only a couple of times -- look at how much they love it; just like someone else I know" he said as he gave a little to Jadyn as she laughed and kicked her fat little legs.

"You're spoiling them already" she said as she reached out and grabbed Bryce's chubby hand and kissed it.

"And I'll continue to spoil them" he said as he smiled and opened his mouth so that Bryce would open hers, and fed her some more mousse. "They're my little miracle princesses and I'll spoil them forever" he said in a higher pitch as he touched his nose to little Jadyn's. 

"Of course you will; just not too much okay?"

"Of course" he agreed before placing a spoonful of the mousse into his mouth.

She looked at him unsure of what he was agreeing too and realized that after she ate that last spoonful of mousse; she really couldn't care less at that point. She polished off her third glass of wine and was getting ready to clear the table when he stood up.

"Hey; why don't you start getting the girls cleaned up and I'll finish putting everything into the dishwasher?"

"Sure" she said, but when she went to stand up; she realized that this was the only thing that she'd eaten, and felt a little woozy. She was relieved that he didn't notice, and used the few extra seconds to steady herself.

'Alright Nigha -- no quick movements' she thought to herself.

After she was certain that she was alright, and had just stood up too fast; she reached over and grabbed a baby wipe, and started to wipe Bryce's little hands and face. When she'd finished with her; she moved on to Jadyn, and cleaned her up too. Just then Jason picked up Bryce; Nigha grabbed Jadyn, and they took them back to the nursery.

After changing their diapers and kissing their little cheeks; Nigha and Jason put the girls down for the night. He looked at her and smiled and she returned it. Each knew what the other was thinking.

When they walked out into the living room; he just couldn't bear to have her leave just yet, so he thought quickly.

"Hey; I know you're probably ready to go, but could you stay and watch a movie with me or something?"

Secretly, she was going to stall because the wine affected her more than it should have, and she wasn't prepared to drive home.

"Do you have anything new?"

"Not really, but I've got just about everything" he said as he started to go over to the shelves next to his plasma screen. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Funny. I'm in the mood for stupid, crazy, almost-wet-your-pants funny. What you got?"

"One of my all-time faves is Stepbrothers. Will Ferrell by himself is great, but there's just something about his chemistry with John C. Reilly that takes their films to another level."

"I haven't seen that one. After Taladega Nights; I was a little unsure" she said with a thoughtful look on her face. "But you know; all of my favorite scenes had both of them in it. Why not? Let's watch it" she said with a smile.

As he popped the disc in; Nigha made her way over to the chaise lounge at the end of his sofa, and made herself comfortable. He walked over to the spot next to her and stopped.

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

"Not at all" she said as she patted the seat.

He moved the ottoman next to the chaise so he could lean back too. He made sure not to get too close; he didn't want to scare her off or make her uncomfortable. 

"Do you want some popcorn or anything?"

"Oh my gosh; I'm so stuffed" she said placing her hand on her tummy for emphasis. "Next time though" she said matter-of-factly.

He liked that it had come out so naturally, and that he could tell that she wasn't berating herself for going with her feelings. 

They'd been watching the movie for about a half-hour, and he'd relished in hearing her hearty laughter before she caught herself making so much noise. He was so glad that she stayed, and that they could just sit and enjoy something so simple so comfortably. He could tell that she was tired, but he wouldn't mention it. He so wanted her to just stay; even if they fell asleep right there on that sofa.

After the infamous 'drum scene'; he noticed that her laughs were starting to get much quieter. About an hour into the movie; he felt her hair tickle his shoulder, as she started to slump over. He turned the sound down a little and just sat and looked at her face.

He looked at her smooth skin; a lock of wavy curls obscuring her scar, and her long, thick eyelashes fanned out over her skin. He reached out and softly ran his finger over her cheek, pushed the hair out of her face, and gently tucked it behind her ear.

He looked at her scar and realized that he barely even noticed it anymore. It was almost as if his mind had blocked out the imperfection that marred her face. It didn't affect her beauty; if anything, it added another dimension because she didn't try to hide it. Less beautiful would've fallen apart, but the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, didn't even seem to give it a second thought.

It made him love her more; it made her more beautiful.

He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead and decided to leave well enough alone and watched the rest of the movie. After it was finished; he tried to wake her, but she wasn't close to coherent. He decided to carry her to the guest bedroom.

He placed one arm under her knees, and wedged the other behind her back and lifted her up. He was almost a little startled when her eyes opened and she looked directly into his.

"You can't keep waiting for me" she said as she wrapped one arm around his neck and ran the other down his cheek.

"What?" 

"You're wonderful and I love you too much to watch you waste your life waiting for me."

As he looked into her eyes; he saw that she was looking through him. He was at a loss for words when she wrapped her other arm around his neck and snuggled her face into it.

"You can't keep doing this to..."she mumbled and faded back to sleep.

"Fuck that was creepy" he whispered to himself as he realized that she'd been asleep.

He started to walk down the hall to the guest room when he decided that wasn't where she'd be sleeping. He couldn't believe that she'd passed out like that and was now asleep in his arms; very asleep in his arms. 

He turned around and started walking toward the master. He walked in and carefully set her down on the bed. His shorts that he'd let her borrow were all twisted around her waist, and he slowly reached under the t-shirt until he found the waistband, and gently slid them off.

When she smiled a little; he kissed her on the cheek and covered her up. As he walked over to his side of the bed he heard her murmuring and then she spoke again.

"You know I love you" she said as she rolled onto her side and tucked the comforter under her chin. "I know you know that so why do you keep asking..." she mumbled and ended with a yawn.

'Is she dreaming about me or him' he questioned in his head as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. He carefully slid under the covers and looked into her face as she slept. It wasn't at all restful as he looked at her furrowed brow, and although he wanted to keep his distance; he had to move closer and wrap his arms around her.

"You knew I was off-limits when you met me..." she mumbled against him, answering his previous mental question. It gave him no satisfaction however; she was being tortured, even in sleep.

"Shhhh, honey it's just a dream" he whispered into her ear as he felt her fidgeting. He just wanted to make it better for her, but was at a loss of what to do. "Nigha, I'll always love you and I won't ever give up on us, but right now I want you to get some sleep."

After he whispered to her; he felt her body relax, and she wrapped her free arm around him.

"I love you too Jason" she answered before her breathing steadied again.

After she stopped talking in her sleep; he refused to go to sleep until he was sure that she was sleeping soundly. She turned over and scooted close to him until she came in contact with his body. He wrapped his arm around her to hold her there and after a few minutes; the rhythm of her breathing put him to sleep.

*********

He woke up moaning and realized that he was as hard as a rock. She'd been grinding against him while he slept, and little Jason woke up first. She was so close and she was on fire. Her skin was so hot and he wanted to fuck the shit out of her.

He was almost unsure of whether or not this was a dream, but before he could get his bearings; she rolled over and grabbed his cock.

"Mmmnnh, so hard already" she said as she ran her lips along his jawline.

"Oh my god" was all he could manage to choke out. His senses were on overload and his mind was screaming at him that there was something wrong. His body was trying it's damnedest to ignore his mind, but he was fighting against what he wanted more than anything.

"Nigha; what are you doing to me?" he asked, straining to maintain some form of control. Fighting to not slide inside of her the way she obviously wanted him to.

"So now you're shy? This one is different" she said as she kissed him.

His head was light as she kissed him, and he couldn't help but wrap his hands in her hair as he pulled her deeper into the kiss. The nagging in his head continued.

"What...what's different" he asked trying to remove the hand stroking his cock, and to ignore her lips kissing his jawbone. 

"Usually, you're all over me by now" she said as she kissed him again and rolled him onto his back. He'd resumed returning her fiery kisses as she straddled him and rubbed her mound into his cock and moaned at the contact.

"What?" was all he could muster. None of this made sense, but his body didn't care. He grabbed her waist and pushed up against her pussy; still covered by her underwear. He could feel her heat as he slowly ground into her.

"Why are you fighting me? This has never happened before" she said between moans.

"Nigha, baby talk to me; none of this makes sense."

"So every night when you haunt me in my dreams isn't enough. Now you have to make me feel on fire AND like a lunatic? Just shut up and kiss me" she said as she leaned over and began to suck on his bottom lip while she ran her fingers along his sides.




Jason's Story Ch. 19



 Hello everybody. SOOOOOHH sorry that I've made you wait a year and a half for this update, but life, marriage, business, and a debilitating injury will certainly sideline the creative process. Please forgive me.

For those that are just coming into this story; this chapter will make almost zero sense, so I do hope you'll go back and read the sordid, twisted history for these two.

For those that always have negative comments; just go ahead and skip this installment because you WILL be disappointed.

Finally, for those that never stopped sending me emails asking what the hell was going on (only in much sweeter tones LOL), and hoping to continue...this ones for you. I hope you like it, there's some more storytelling in this chapter.

I sincerely hope that you enjoy it, and thanks for reading. Please don't forget to vote and comment...I LIVE for that shit! Hahahaha

Kitty



Months had passed, and they both went on with life as if that night hadn't happened. It was what they'd agreed to, and it seemed to be working well for them both.

After that night; her torturous dreams of him didn't come as often, and was a welcome side effect. She noticed that Jason seemed visibly relaxed too, and the tension between them wasn't as thick.

Bria and Kane's wedding was fast approaching, and they were both very excited about it. Nigha was spending what little free time she had helping Bria with the preparations; as her Maid of Honor, it was her sworn duty. They were into a bout of heavy planning about two months before the big day when Bria decided that it was time to reveal a certain fact to Nigha.

"Nigh; I wanted you to know that I invited Brett, and he's going to be there."

Nigha stopped writing for just a second before responding. "Great; he is still your brother after all, regardless of what's going on with us. I'm glad he'll be there."

Bria hesitated before continuing, "That's not all; he's bringing a date."

She cringed when Nigha snapped the pencil that she was holding in half. After a few moments of silence; she gathered herself, and continued the conversation.

"I'm sorry about that" she said holding up the stub of a pencil left in her hand. "I just hadn't heard that he was seeing somebody. It was just...unexpected" she said after a moment of thought.

"I figured you didn't know. The boys never mentioned anything?"

"No; how do you tell your home wrecker of a mother that your father is dating again, right? It's what I want for him, I mean, someone to make him happy again; I just wasn't expecting him to move forward so soon. I don't want him rushing into anything and end up being hurt again. Did you see him, or just talk to him?"

"I went by the house to see him, and he seems to be doing better. Apparently; her name is Adrianne, and they've been seeing each other for a few months. He said it's nothing serious, but it could be. His eyes light up when he talks about her and..." she noticed that Nigha's eyes were on the verge of tearing, and she realized that she'd probably said too much. She decided that she wouldn't tell Nigha that Brett had said that it felt nice, but nothing close to the feelings that he still had for his soon-to-be-ex-wife. He told Bria not to worry, that he was definitely taking his time, and he'd dated a few women before Adrianne came along; so she wasn't his first foray into the dating scene.

Looking to quickly change the subject; she moved on to the task at hand.

"So; are we over budget yet?"

Nigha smiled a little; not oblivious to her sister's intent, and looked at the figures that she'd been working on.

"If we can get you married on time, I think we can squeak by. On second thought; you're definitely going to go over budget, but you'll only be getting married once" she said as she looked at Bria and reached over to pat her hand. "And Bria?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for talking to me about Brett. It's hard to hear about him moving on, but he'll always be in my life, and I'm glad you're staying close to him. He deserves to be happy and above all else; he loves you to pieces" she said with a smile as she squeezed Bria's hand.

Bria looked at her sister and smiled before changing the subject again. "Whadya got to eat?"

**********

He sat at his desk looking at pictures from the twins' first birthday party and smiled to himself. He'd be the best man in his brother's wedding in two months, and the surprise he had planned for Nigha would be finished around the same time. He could only hope that she'd accept it.

He slid his desk drawer open and took out the picture of Nigha that he'd taken without her realizing it. It was a shot of her leaning between the twins, and Jayden had smashed a piece of chocolate cake into her cheek. Nigha had a big 'O' look on her face, and Jayden was laughing her chubby little face off.

He put the picture back in its hiding place, and then pulled out the plans for Nigha's surprise and smiled to himself again.

"God I hope she likes it" he said in a whisper to himself. A great deal was riding on her reaction to the gift; namely, their future.

He'd kept true to his promise and brought her lunch at least 3 times a week, and she was slowly gaining some weight. She really enjoyed his cooking, and they'd grown to be close friends over the months that had passed since 'the incident'. In the beginning; he'd just drop her lunch off before she came in, but at her insistence, they'd eat together at least once a week.

******

The months leading up to Bria's wedding flew by, and there was only a week left before the big day. Nigha decided to take the week off to help with the final planning, and to spend the time with Bria.

Jason had offered to keep the girls from Friday night until Sunday morning so that she could be with Bria to button up the final details, and for the Bachelorette party. She thought it was such a sweet gesture, and even though her parents had volunteered to keep the twins; she knew the girls would be happiest with their father. The boys would be with Brett, so it really was going to be a "single-girl's" weekend. When she got the girls up to his floor; she knocked on the door, and felt her breath leave her body when she saw who'd answered.

There was no mistaking who she was. She looked to be in her mid-to-late fifties; jet-black hair with a perfect streak of gray in the front, and eyes that matched Kane's. It was at that point that she was reminded that she'd never met her daughter's other grandparents.

"Hello" the woman said; realizing that Nigha might need a few seconds to process who she was. She could tell by the look in her eyes that she'd immediately figured it out on her own.

"Hi" she stated again, and this time Nigha seemed to snap out of her fog.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry I was just..."

"Nonsense. No need for apologies; I caught you off guard" she said with a cautious smile. Please come in, and let me help you with those precious angels" and with that she reached for the stroller and pulled it inside the apartment.

"How foolish of me; I've been so busy with work, the kids, Bria's wedding..."

"Among other things" 

"Ahhh, yes. I knew that you and your husband would be at the wedding; I just wasn't expecting to you to be here two weeks prior. I'm Nigha," she said and extended her hand.

"I know quite well who you are, and just in case my son hasn't filled you in; I am Alessandra Branson. I've been looking forward to meeting you for quite some time Nigha."

"Wow, Mrs. Branson..."

"No, just Alessandra will be fine" she said as she placed her right hand over their joined hands. At that point Nigha realized that she was still holding onto Alessandra's hand; mainly from the shock of the situation, and gently let it go.

"Is Jason here?"

"He should be back any minute. We came in early and he and Michael went to the store to pick up some food for dinner. He mentioned that you were bringing over my darling little angels, so I told him that I'd stay behind to make sure that you wouldn't be waiting outside for him."

When Alessandra leaned over to talk to the girls, and knew which one was which; she realized that this wasn't the first time the three of them had spent time together. Very few people could tell them apart, and it was almost impossible without knowing how.

"Okay, I appreciate that. So you've spent time with them before?" she asked as Alessandra picked Jayden up and started to kiss her chubby little cheeks.

"Many, many times. It took me a little while to tell them apart, but one day I noticed that even though they're identical; they have mirror image birthmarks."

Yes, Alessandra had definitely spent time with her granddaughters. Which was further evidenced by Bryce reaching for her and saying "Nonnononno" repeatedly.

"I've been wondering where that came from" Nigha said with a smile.

"Yes" she said while laughing as Jayden pulled her hair. "I've been teaching them to say 'Nonna'; Italian for Grandmother. So they've been practicing?"

Nigha smiled at that. "For the past 2 months it and 'food' are the only additions to 'Mamma' and 'Dadda' in their vocabulary."

"Come, let's get them settled and have a little chat; yes?"

"Sure" Nigha replied as they walked toward the living room.

Nigha didn't know what to expect, and was still a bit shaken about meeting Jason's mother this way. She looked on with awe as Alessandra managed the twins with ease. After Alessandra had the twins settled in their playpen; she turned to Nigha with a smile.

"Come, sit with me Nigha" she said as she sat on the sectional and patted the seat next to her with her hand.

Nigha sat down and they were facing each other when Alessandra began.

"I can't imagine how this whole situation is for you; having my darling granddaughters, the decimation of your marriage, and falling in love with my son...not necessarily in that order" she said as she patted Nigha's hand again. "I don't want you to misunderstand me; my intent is not to judge, but to get to know the beautiful mother of my grandchildren, and the woman that hold's my son's heart and future in her hands."

"Mrs...Alessandra; I don't have that kind of power over Jason. He's free to move on with his life, and I do hope that he finds someone that makes him happy."

"He's already found her" she replied as she started to formulate a plan in her head. "Has Jason ever mentioned Gina to you?"

Nigha was visibly unnerved by the question, and Alessandra had to do her best to choke back a smile. 'You hope he finds someone my ass' she thought with an internal chuckle.

"No; he hasn't ever mentioned Gina. Is she...his girlfriend? Not that it's any of my business" she tried to cover; unsuccessfully.

"I've only seen her in passing, but she's very beautiful. I believe he said they met when he was working in Atlanta." Alessandra was telling the truth, but she left out a few important details. The fact that Gina looked dangerously like Nigha being one, and the fact that Gina came into town with her boyfriend to work with Jason on a secret project was the other. She knew that she was being devious, but her son's happiness was on the line and Alessandra could tell that all it would take was just a little push to help things along. She watched Nigha's reactions intently.

"Well, he hasn't mentioned her to me but then again; why would he? His personal life, aside from how our children are affected by it; really doesn't concern me. Our personal lives are separate."

"Mmmnh hmmnh" Alessandra replied thoughtfully. "So Nigha; do you mean to tell me that if he's personally involved with this Gina, then it wouldn't bother you?"

"Well...I..."

"Think very carefully before you answer; not so much for my benefit, but for your own. Do you really feel that you could just step aside and let Gina; or anyone else just come in and take the man that you're clearly in love with?"

She looked Alessandra in the eyes then, and very thoughtfully considered how she would answer.

"What right do I have to ask him to wait until I'm ready?"

"What makes you think that he can possibly do anything else Nigha? I know my son is an enormous part of why you're in this situation, but I also know that he's tried to 'live his life and move on' as you like to put it. He can't, and he won't unless he's moving toward something with you. Can you move on with someone else? Someone other than your husband; someone other than my son?"

Nigha looked down at Alessandra's hand covering her own and let out a sigh and visibly relaxed her shoulders.

"No. The simple answer is that I can't move on; not with my husband, not with your son, and not with anyone else. I'm trying to repair my relationship with my children and myself. It's a lot; you know?"

"I can honestly say that I can't possibly imagine what this must be like for you. When I first found out about you, I was angry. Angry at Jason for pursuing someone that was unavailable, and angry at you for allowing him to enter your heart. I don't know all of the details, but I can't imagine how difficult my life would've been if I'd begun it with someone else before I'd met Michael. I wouldn't want to trade places with you for a second, but I'd be lying if I said that I wish you and my son had never gotten together. Every second that I've spent with those beautiful, healthy girls brings me a bit closer to you. You can tell a lot about a woman by the happiness of her babies. Those babies tell me that you must be a wonderful person; deep down, regardless of your flaws. Sometimes it's easier to forgive others for much worse things than you could forgive yourself."

"How much has Jason told you about how we got together?" 

Alessandra looked at Nigha with a puzzled expression before she answered. "We didn't go into great detail, but he did tell me that he'd tricked you into following your heart. I knew that it was code for him ignoring the fact that you were a married woman, and pursued you anyway. Other than that; I know nothing more than the fact that he loves you and his daughters very much."

"I don't know if I've forgiven him completely, or if I'll ever be able to forgive myself. I've made so many mistakes in all of this, and I've hurt my husband, my sons, my husband's family, and your son. I'm making headway in repairing the relationships with my sons, and my husband is starting to move on, but I think we all have a long way to go."

Nigha couldn't put her finger on why she was so comfortable discussing all of this with Jason's mother, but the fact was that it felt good to get some of those feelings off of her chest. She was about to change the subject when she heard keys in the lock, and Jason and his father walked in.

Jason made her heart flutter whenever she saw him, but Michael Branson was a sight to behold. She knew that he was probably somewhere between 45 and 55, but he was definitely the origin of the seeds that became Jason and Kane. With parents as beautiful as Alessandra and Michael Branson; she knew it was a wonder that Jason and Kane were both single when she and her sister came along.

She turned to look at Alessandra, and was surprised by the look in Alessandra's eyes. She hadn't seen that look, but she knew that it matched her own whenever Jason walked into a room. One of Nigha's many problems was that a very similar look and feeling still came over her whenever she was in the same breathing space as her husband; making it impossible for her to move on. She marveled internally at how fucked up her life had become. She wouldn't have believed anyone that had told her that the gorgeous, cheeky, god-like young man in that training class that made a pass at her; would someday be the father of two of her children.

*****

Jason stopped speaking as soon as he saw her. It always seemed that he lost his breath whenever he'd see her, and since he'd known her for years; he was pretty sure that would never change. He noticed that his mother had Nigha's hand in her own, and he knew that they'd been talking; he had some idea about what, but knew that he'd never get the whole story.

After a few moments; his father walked over to Nigha, and she rose from the couch to shake his hand.

"And you must be Nigha. You're more beautiful than I imagined" he said as he took her outstretched hand, and turned it so that he could kiss the back of it. "Michael Branson, pleasure to meet you."

She giggled just a bit before reigning in her schoolgirl reaction. "It's nice to meet you too Mr. Branson," she said with a smile.

"Nonsense girl. Mr. Branson is my father, you can call me Michael."

"Sure thing Michael."

It was amazing how Jason nailed it when he said that he looked like his mother, but had his father's eyes, and Kane was just the opposite. Looking into Michael's eyes was just like looking into Jason's, but the fact that they were on future-Kane's face was just enough to jar her a bit. She noticed that he was looking into her eyes and at her face intently, while neither of them had made a move to separate their hands.

'What is it with these people, and holding my hand?' she thought .

"Well, I've got a lot on my plate, so I should probably get going..."

Jason opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when his mother hopped up, and wrapped her arms around Nigha's shoulders.

"Can't you stay for dinner? Kane and your sister will be joining us, and they should be here any moment now," she said with a hopeful look, while she patted Nigha's upper arms.

Michael chimed in shortly thereafter, while gently taking hold of her hand. "Please join us for dinner..."

"Unless you have other plans," Jason interrupted.

She knew that Jason wanted her to stay even though he was kind enough to offer her a way out, and Alessandra and Michael looked so hopeful; her decision was practically made for her.

"I was planning on checking in with Bria to see if I could help her with any last minute preparations, but since she'll be here shortly; you guys have saved me a trip," she said with a smile, and patted Michaels hand.

"Wonderful!" Alessandra and Michael exclaimed in unison, while Alessandra squeezed her shoulders and shook her head a little.

She looked at Jason just as he smiled and shook his head at his parents' antics. He knew she wouldn't be able to say "no" to his parents. Few people could; that's part of what made them so successful in life, love, and business. 

"So, what's on the menu?" she asked, and noticed for the first time since she walked in, that something that smelled delectable was already cooking.

"Just some salad, garlic bread, lasagna, and canolli for dessert. Nigha honey; do you get enough to eat?" Alessandra asked with concern evident on her face and in her voice.

Nigha giggled before she answered; thinking that Alessandra may have kidnapped and force-fed her if she'd seen her five months prior. Even though she was still very thin at a size 4; she'd been a size 2 when Jason made it his mission to "put some meat back on her bones."

"I lost a lot of weight after the accident and having the twins, but I've gained about 20 pounds over the past few months because someone has made it their mission to fatten me up," she said while motioning toward Jason.

"Guilty as charged," Jason said as he put his hands in the air in mock-surrender.

Alessandra walked over to him and patted him on the cheeks. "That's my boy," she said. "You took notes, ah?"

"Yeah Ma, I took notes," he answered with a laugh, as he put his hands over hers before leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She took his hands as Michael began walking over to Nigha.

"Let's go into the kitchen to see if you got my Lasagna right. If you're gonna be in charge of feeding this poor girl, I gotta make sure you're getting it right," she said as she took him into the kitchen.




Jason's Story Ch. 19



Nigha made her way back over to the playpen to check on the girls, and then took a seat on the couch on the opposite end from Michael.

"You know; if we don't want them to hear what we say, it would probably be better if we sat closer," he said while pretending that his hands were a megaphone.

She laughed and scooted a little closer to him.

"So...pretty weird huh?"

"Absolutely," she agreed and smiled when she saw the cheeky grin on his face.

"How long was Alé grilling you before we came to your rescue?"

She laughed quietly, and knew that she liked Michael immediately. "Honestly; she wasn't grilling me, it was standard Q and A. Well, I guess there isn't a standard for this particular situation..."he laughed at her statement and she couldn't help but smile, "but it was very nice to finally get to meet her, and you."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. As you can imagine; we've heard so much about you over the past few years, and we're absolutely in love with Bria. It's amazing how much you two look alike," he said while looking at her intently.

"Poor girl; she's been hearing that her entire life," she said as she tucked her hair behind her ear; exposing the scar on the side of her face. She didn't think twice about it until she noticed Michael wince ever so slightly.

She looked him in the eyes until he realized that he'd been caught, and he picked up her hand and held it in his own.

"I'm sorry for my reaction, it's just that even when you've been informed; it's still a bit of a shock to see something that looks like it must've been so painful, on a face so painfully beautiful," he said with another kiss of her hand. "You don't even think about it anymore do you?"

"No, I've gotten quite used to it and now it's just a facial feature," she answered with a tight smile. It was partly true, but she could tell that he wasn't buying it.

"Well, I think it makes you look tough and mysterious; not that you needed any help in the looks department," he replied with a smile, before releasing her hand.

She looked at him again and smiled. He'd definitely passed that charm on to both sons, along with those looks.

**********

"Everything looks and smells great Jason," Alessandra said to her son.

"Ma; I have been on my own for a little bit now," he replied with a smile. "You didn't grill Nigha too much, did you?"

"Why Jason, what would you make me ask me such a thing? I didn't grill her, I only asked her a few questions, and we talked. Am I wrong to want to get to know the mother of my grandchildren? The woman that my son is so in love with?"

Jason just shook his head as his mother looked at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, before she brought her glass of wine up to her lips. He pulled the lasagna out of the oven, and placed it on the counter.

"No Ma; there's nothing wrong with you trying to get to know her. I just wish that I could've reached her before she got here. I don't want her to think that I just sprung this on her."

"Nonsense il mio figlio caro; you'll just explain it to her the next time you're alone. She'll understand, especially when she gets your voicemail."

He smiled at her as he brought some plates down to serve dinner when Bria and Kane arrived.

*****

Although Bria had been quite surprised to see her; there weren't any more uncomfortable conversations, and dinner had been quite pleasant. She had the pleasure of sitting between Michael and her sister, and had the hardest time keeping her eyes off of Jason and his mother. The resemblance was uncanny, and the fact that Alessandra didn't look a day over forty was simply amazing.

They finished dinner and dessert without incident, and after having a cup of coffee; Nigha announced that she needed to leave. Alessandra and Michael stood, and when she went to shake Alessandra's hand; she pulled her into a hug.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, and I hope to see you again soon," she said as she hugged Nigha tight.

Nigha returned her hug, and looked at her with a smile. She offered her hand to Michael, and was unphased when he pulled her in for a hug also. He was so tall; she didn't dare try to reach his neck, so she just wrapped her arms around his waist. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead; the same way he'd done when Bria walked in.

"Don't be a stranger, alright?"

"I look forward to seeing you both before you leave, and I've thoroughly enjoyed meeting you," she replied.

She walked over and gave Bria and Kane a hug, and went into the twins bedrooms and kissed their sweet little sleeping faces. She turned around to see Jason standing in the doorway.

"You ready to go Nigha?"

"Yeah, all of this was a bit unexpected..."

"About that; I tried to call you to give you some warning, but your phone went straight to voicemail. I didn't want you to feel like I set this up to ambush you."

"Jason; I never really thought that you did this to set me up, and I meant what I said out there. I'm so glad I got to meet your parents, I like them both."

"They really like you too. Nigha; would it be okay with you if I walked you down to your car?"

She looked at him and felt her stomach flutter ever so slightly. "Sure, that'd be nice."

She said her final goodbyes, and they walked out together. When the elevator doors closed; it was too quiet, and Jason had to get something off of his chest.

"Nigh; I hope my mom didn't grill you too much."

She laughed a little before responding, "You know, your dad said almost exactly the same thing. Your mom did ask me quite a few questions, but she's entitled to try to get to know the mother of her grandchildren. She was very sweet, and she loves you very much."

The elevator dinged to let them know that they'd reached the parking garage, and they both stepped out. Jason followed her to her car, and stood patiently while she put her purse inside.

"Thanks for walking me out Jase."

"No problem," he thought for a moment; building up his nerve to ask his question. "Hey Nigh, can I get a hug?"

She looked at him, and for a moment; surveyed the features that she knew all too well. Those amazing blue eyes, the devilish mustache and goatee, that amazing mane, and the outline of his torso through his dress shirt.

"Sure," she replied as she stepped closer to him, inhaling 'Cool Water.' 

He gently pulled her close; felt her tense slightly, and then relax in his arms. He put his chin on top of her head, and just enjoyed being close to her again. He looked down, and saw her eyelashes resting against the tips of her cheeks. After a few short moments passed; he leaned over just enough to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

She was unable to speak when he backed away from her. She felt her heart pounding, and felt barely able to breathe.

"Drive safe sweetheart," he said to her as she stepped closer to her car.

"I will, goodnight Jason," she replied as she brought her legs in the car.

He shut the door, and watched her as she started the car and started to drive away. She watched him in her rearview mirror until she couldn't see him anymore.

"Why does he have to be so difficult?"

*****

The week before the wedding flew by, and Bria and Kane decided that it would be best to have the bachelor and bachelorette parties Wednesday night since there may be travel involved, and the wedding was Saturday. Bria would kill Kane if he or any of his groomsmen passed out, or did some other entirely stupid thing at the ceremony.

Jason planned the bachelor party, and went all out. His parents would be keeping the babies, and he'd rented a huge suite in Vegas. He spared no expense for his big brother and best friend, and had opted for some tame adult entertainment. Jason, Kane, and all 6 groomsmen were making the trip. They were all amped to be going to Vegas for Kane's last hurrah.

Meanwhile; Nigha and the bridesmaids had also planned on surprising Bria with a Vegas party, and Nigha covered the cost of the suite. She'd made sure that Bria wouldn't have anything to hold her back from making the short trip, and she'd booked a stripper that looked quite a bit like Kane for the party. She was quite pleased with herself, and was looking forward to the trip. What she nor Jason realized was that they'd reserved suites at the Bellagio; separated by only one floor.

(up next, Ch. 19.5...What Happens in Vegas)(/I)



Jason's Story Ch. 20



Happy New Year everyone! I really tried to have something ready for you by Christmas but alas...it wasn't meant to be. Took longer to get this one together, but I'm pretty satisfied with my efforts and I do hope that you enjoy it. 

Just another quick note - believe it or not, I'm still getting comments posted about how offensive Nigha's name is. For hopefully the last time, Nigha is pronounced just like the word 'night' with an 'uhh' sound replacing the 't' sound at the end. 'G' and 'H' together is silent in any word in the English language that I can think of.

Thanks so much to all of my supporters for the wonderful comments and emails. I appreciated each and every one of them, and I appreciate you.

Now...on with the show, and please vote/rate and comment!

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The week before the wedding:

***Monday***

She pulled up to her office right around 12:30 pm; the time that Jason started to look at lunch options every day, so she was right on time.

She greeted the security guard, and got onto the elevator to get up to their floor. Once she left the elevator; she noticed that Jason's receptionist Riley wasn't at his desk. Since she didn't need any clearance anyway; she just decided to let herself into his office.

**

"Oh Gina! This is perfect. I knew I was making the right choice when I picked you," Jason exclaimed before pulling the woman into an intimate embrace.

Gina laughed a little before replying, "I've told you that so many times before; it's about damn time you came to your senses..."

Gina's remaining words froze on her tongue when she saw Nigha in the doorway; standing stock still, with a slightly mortified expression on her face. Although Gina had never met her; she and Jason had stayed in contact, and she'd seen numerous pictures.

Nigha cleared her throat; knowing that it was too late to leave and pretend that she hadn't just walked into this awkward situation.

Gina pulled back from Jason a bit and made movements to indicate that they had company, and when he turned and saw Nigha; he looked as guilty as she thought he was.

"Uh, Nigha, what are you doing here?" he scrambled to ask while he gathered some paperwork on his desk, and hastily stuffed it into one of his desk drawers.

"Umm, well; I stopped by to see if you had plans for lunch, and I wanted to pick your brain a little about your bachelor party plans, but I see that you're busy so maybe we can set up a time tomorrow..."

"Nonsense; lunch won't work, but would you like to grab some dinner after I get off?"

Nigha looked at him like he'd grown another head, and then looked into the cerulean eyes of the beautiful woman standing so close to him.

"OH! How rude of me. Nigha this is Gina; a friend of mine from Atlanta, and Gina, this is Nigha..."

"I know exactly who you are," Gina said as she walked around the desk to meet Nigha as she began walking toward her. "It's a pleasure to meet you; Jason has told me so much about you" she said with a smile.

"Well, I've heard a few things about you two; all good, and all true from what I can see," Nigha replied.

Nigha struggled to hold her composure, and to act as though the moment that she'd walked in on didn't have her burning up inside.

"So, 6:00 then Jason?"

"That'll work just fine," he replied before sitting back down at his desk.

"Great; I'll meet you in the lobby at 6, and it was nice to meet you Gina," she indicated with a smile that was a little less than genuine.

"Likewise Nigha; I hope to see you again soon," she said with a mischievous smile, that made Jason look over and up at her with an inquisitive look on his face.

Nigha walked out of the office mortified, but had to quickly regain her composure when she saw that Riley had returned to his desk.

"Hi Mrs. Stevens; is everything alright?"

"Yes Riley, everything's fine. You have a great day OK," she called over her shoulder as she walked toward the elevator.

As she rode down in the elevator; she pictured the painfully beautiful woman in Jason's office, and the way his mother talked about her. It looked like he was moving on after all, and although she'd said that was what she wanted for him; now she didn't feel so sure.

She exited the elevator, with a sick feeling in her chest as she walked to her car. She didn't know what to make of her swirl of emotions, but she did know that relief at him going on with his life wasn't among them.

***

"Is it just me, or did Nigha have the impression that you and I are together?" Gina asked Jason.

"It did seem that way, but believe it or not; that assumption is easier to deal with than her knowing the truth before I'm ready."

"So you think this will do the trick? I mean if you were just trying to get a female without so much complication; this would be a slam dunk, but after all that you and she have been through..."

"It HAS to work," he interrupted. "There are no other options. She belongs with me, and hopefully this will bring her one step closer to making her see that."

"Well, if I may make a suggestion; I would continue letting her draw her own conclusions about you and me. From what I saw in her eyes; regardless of what she says, she ain't ready to let you go just yet," Gina said with a gleam in her eyes.

"You suggesting that I just lie to her?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. I'm suggesting that you act like nothing was out of the ordinary today. She'll probably be too proud to ask you, and if you don't volunteer any info; she'll drive herself crazy trying to figure it out. It's perfect for what you need," she said excitedly, clapping her hands.

"Hmmm, maybe."

***

Nigha was waiting for him in the lobby when he exited the elevator, and he smiled when he saw her. She smiled back, but it seemed forced; even from a distance.

"So, where would you like to go?"

"I'm dying for a good steak and some grilled asparagus; how about Bonefish?"

"That sounds great" he replied, and followed her out the front doors.

"Cool, I'll meet you over there, and I did a call-ahead; so just ask for the Branson/Stevens table if you beat me."

He did make it to the restaurant before she did, and by the time she made it inside; he'd already ordered a drink. She noticed that he'd taken off his jacket, and opened the top two buttons of his shirt.

He smiled when he saw her, and stood up when she went to take her seat.

"OK Maid of Honor; as Best Man, I'm sure you know that I'm limited in what I can actually tell you. As I'm sure there are some top secret facts about the Bachelorette party that you can't tell me. So, fire away and we'll see if I can give you what you're looking for," he said with a smile as he sipped his drink.

"Understood. So, are you guys going out of town for the party?"

"Yes," was his one word answer. He looked to her for the next question.

"So, doing the one word answers are we? OK, where are you guys going?"

He smiled and shook his head, "as much as I'd like to tell you, I can't do that. That, and most of the bachelor party details are covered under the Bro Code. Sorry Nigh."

"Well, I..."

They were interrupted by their waiter, and Nigha placed her drink order. She and Jason both ordered dinner, and when the waiter went back to place their order; she went on to finish her statement.

"Well, I'm not really surprised, but I'm just hoping that we don't cross paths at our respective parties."

"Meh, worse things have happened. And I take it you and the girls will be skipping town also?"

"Maybe" she answered with a chuckle before taking a sip of her watermelon martini. "So how are your parents enjoying the girls?"

"Oh goodness; I'm starting to think that they're going to just move in with me and relocate their business. My mom is over the moon about those babies. I have to make deals with her to actually spend some time with MY children," he said while laughing.

"You hush," she laughed. "Your condo is huge, you've got the room."

"There isn't enough room in the world for me to be living with my parents again; even if they have moved in with me. So, are you all set for the wedding?"

"Pretty much, thanks for the time off boss," she replied while tipping her drink to him.

"Anything for my number one employee," he replied with a tip of his drink. "So, where are you guys going again?"

"Nuh uhh! I ain't tellin you nada," she joked while he laughed out loud. "I can only hope we won't run into each other.

He looked at her seriously; noticing that this was the second time she'd voiced this concern. Curiosity was getting the better of him, so he decided to quell it and just ask his question.

"Just what worries you about running into us?"

She was busy eating her dinner, and barely registered what he'd said. "Hmmm?"

"Well, it's the second time you've mentioned not wanting to run into us, and I'm just curious as to the reason behind it?"

"What? Oh, do you really think Kane really wants to see Bria on his last night out as a single man with the boys? Or that Bria wants to see him on her last single night out with her girls?"

'Or that I trust myself around you while I'm under the influence of alcohol?' she thought to herself while she took a sip of her drink.

"Besides, it's Bria's bachelorette party. What did you think the reason was?"

He thought for a moment while he finished chewing his food. "That maybe you wouldn't trust yourself around me in that setting..."

His eyes grew wide as Nigha choked on something.

"Oh my god, are you ok?" he asked as he started to get out of his seat.

She was coughing so hard, her eyes started to water, and she couldn't stop him like she wanted to. He came around the table; squatted down next to her, and lightly tapped her on the back with one hand while he held her hand with the other. She grabbed the water in front of her and took a few hesitant sips, and then the coughing calmed down a bit. 

"Honey, are you ok?" he asked as he looked at her face.

When she looked at him; she felt her stomach warm and flutter, and the situation was compounded when he wiped the tears from her cheeks. She was stunned silent for a moment, and instinctively placed her hand over his and held it for a moment.

Time seemed to stop in that moment while they just looked into each other's eyes and held hands. Nigha broke the moment with a cheeky smile, but her eyes told Jason all that he needed to know. He was getting closer and closer to his goal.

"Don't flatter yourself Branson," she said with a shaky laugh while taking his hand down from her face. "I trust myself in any setting with you."

He shook his head and chuckled. "I would say I doubt you, but I didn't get my medical degree and if you cough up your other lung; I won't be able to fix it."

She laughed out loud at that statement, and coughed a few more times. He returned to his seat after he was sure that she was alright.

They chit-chatted a bit more throughout the meal and neither one gave up any information about their respective parties. They parted on good terms, and resigned themselves to the fact that they wouldn't see each other until the wedding.

****Tuesday****

While Bria was at work; Nigha was at her place packing up some clothes for the surprise trip. Bria had confirmed that Jason was taking Kane somewhere, but Jason wouldn't tell Kane where they were going. Jason had been kinder than she'd been to Bria; she hadn't even told Bria they were taking a trip. Bria loved surprises, and this would be her wedding gift to her sister. The flights were booked for Wednesday afternoon, and their parents had splurged on first-class tickets for their daughters. Nigha had paid half the price of each of the 6 bridesmaids' tickets.

She had a sneaky suspicion that Jason would be taking Kane and his boys to Vegas, but figured that there was no way that they'd run into each other. Too much to do in Vegas to worry about that, and besides; the girls would probably want to do a bunch of girly things (much to her chagrin), and the guys would probably be at strip clubs. 

She took Bria's bags home with her, and she'd just locked the door and started to walk down the hall to take Bria's bags to her room. A knock at the door interrupted her actions, and when she answered it; she was greeted by a young man with a large envelope. Her heart sank a little, but it wasn't unexpected. She signed for the envelope, and after locking her door; she sat at her desk and pulled out the paperwork.

The document contained all of the details that she and Brett had worked out in the divorce, and he'd signed them. They would keep their individual retirement accounts; split their liquid assets 50/50, and she gave Brett 75% ownership of their rental properties, and complete ownership of the home and business that they shared. There would be no spousal support on either side, and they would share custody of the boys. It had been almost 2 years since she had the twins, and some days it seemed like time had stood still, and others; like it had flown by.

Here she sat with the end of her marriage in her hands; she was officially a single woman, and although she knew it was for the best, it was still bitter and not the least bit sweet. She looked at her left hand, and removed her wedding band and engagement ring, and placed it in the envelope with the folded divorce decree. She walked to her bedroom; wiping the tears from her eyes, and put the envelope in her safe.

"I'll always love you Brett," she whispered before locking the safe. "Fuck it, I'm going." She hastily grabbed her purse and keys and walked out of the door. She was a woman on a mission. 

***

She sat outside the familiar office, warring with herself as to whether or not she should go inside. After she noticed her white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel of the car that she'd turned off five minutes before, she decided that she was definitely going inside. She had to see him one-on-one, and this was as good a time as any. 

"Mrs. Stevens..." his secretary said in surprise as she walked in the door.

"Hi Michelle. Let's just go with Nigha, alright? Is he in his office?"

A visibly stunned Michelle nodded her head in response, and Nigha gave her a reassuring smile.

"Is he alone, or is he in a meeting?"

"He's alone...I'm sure you can just go right in Mrs. Steve...umm, Nigha."

"Thanks Michelle, you have a great day sweetie," Nigha said over her shoulder as she walked back toward his office.

She stopped in front of his door and hesitated before knocking. She exhaled a big breath and knocked while opening the door.

"Brett? You got a minute?" 

He was sitting at his desk looking over some paperwork, and he looked up at her standing in his doorway. She felt small in that moment, it was odd to be sure, but she felt that she needed to see him. There was silence between them for what seemed like an eternity before he shook his head a little and motioned for her to have a seat.

"Yeah babe, umm Nigha, come on in."

To her credit, Nigha didn't even hitch on the fact that Brett had just slipped up and called her 'babe' like he always had. She didn't want to make this any more awkward than it already was. As she made her way over to the seat, she caught a look at the paperwork that he'd just been looking over. It was his copy of their divorce decree, and when she saw his signed copies; she realized that it helped her to close this chapter of her life, an end to the book that was their life as man and wife. It made her heart sink a little, but she already knew that it would.

"So what brings you by? Is everything alright?" He looked at her hand and noticed the imprint and tan line of the wedding band that she'd obviously just taken off. 

She looked at him, and wondered if she could put her thoughts into words that would make sense.

"I just needed...I thought I...I wanted..." She blew out a breath, words were failing her worse than she could've possibly imagined. 

"I just miss my best friend, and I needed to see him today of all days," she said as she looked down at her lap and ran her hands through her hair. "I'm not trying to dredge anything up, and I know that I probably shouldn't have come, and call me crazy but I just had this deep need to see you, today...I'm sorry I'm rambling aren't I?"

He looked at her and smiled before replying.

"Well," he looked upward thoughtfully "maybe just a smidge." He put his forefinger and thumb together to illustrate the point, and they both shared a laugh. "To be honest with you, I was thinking a lot about you too. I'm glad you stopped by."

She let out a breath that she didn't realize that she'd been holding, and made a big show of wiping her brow once she knew that she'd been caught. 

"Brett I don't know what's supposed to happen now, this is something we never planned for. I just...I guess I just wanted to make sure that you're alright. You are alright, aren't you?"

"I'm in a much better place than I was 2 years ago, that's for sure." He looked over at her and decided to amend his statement. "I'll be fine Nigha, and it really does mean a lot to me that you were thinking about me. How about you, are you alright?"

She had to think for a minute, was she alright?

"I'm not sure right now, but if you're alright then I feel like it might be acceptable for me to be alright too, at some point. My main concern is that you're able to find happiness again. I don't mean to sound like I'm using you to let myself off the hook..."

"Nigha, I don't think that at all. You participated in something deplorable, and I'm not going to apologize for feeling that way, but I've moved past that to the point where I'm not angry about it every time I look at you. I'm at the point where I've been dating, and there's some promising things lined up in my future. I'm also past the point where I don't know whether to strangle you or kiss you when I see you...," he cleared his throat, realizing that he might've said too much when he saw her looking down at her hands. "I just want you to know that I forgive you."

She looked up at him quickly then, and tears started to stream down her face. This wasn't what she'd come for, and certainly not what she'd expected. Her gratitude was written all over her face.

"I know you Nigha, I still do. I know that you won't go into his part in all of this, but I know that he played a pivotal role in what happened. I also know that you feel that you don't really deserve to be happy, and that's something that you're going to have to work through on your own, but I need you to know that I want you to be happy.

I wanted you miserable for a long time, and you were, but now I'm ready for us both to get our second chance. Even though I've accepted the fact that I'm never going to find someone like you, or love anyone like I love you; I think there's still love out there for me and I may have already stumbled across it. And even though it does still make me angry on some level; I know that there's love already waiting for you. I may still want to punch him in the face, but I knew on some level when I first met him, that he was in love with you."

She couldn't stop the tears, and he came around the desk to stand in front of her. She looked up at him, and he put his hand out in front of her to help her stand. She took it, and when she stood; he pulled her to him and hugged her. As he wrapped his arms around her, she felt a huge tension in her body start to melt away. She'd pushed down the hope of ever getting Brett's forgiveness so far, that she didn't realize that it was something that she really needed. She was floored when he gave it to her so freely. Her body shook in his arms, and he rubbed her back as she squeezed him around the waist.

"Brett, I hope you know that I never meant to hurt you. I love you too much for that," she cried into his polo shirt. "I miss you so much."




Jason's Story Ch. 20



Brett put his cheek next to her forehead, and then kissed her softly on it.

"I know you didn't sweetheart, sometimes shit happens and we're left to deal with the fallout. I miss you too and I'll always love you. I'm so glad you stopped by."

They stayed that way for a few minutes, and then she stopped crying, leaned back, and looked into his eyes. Words escaped her for a few moments while she gazed at her first love with a newfound respect. He was an extraordinary man indeed, and even though he couldn't be her husband any longer; she was happy that they could at least remain...

"Friends?"

"Friends always," he said in reply. "And Nigha"

"Hmm?"

"Be happy."

"You be happy too Brett."

She put her arms around his neck, and he in turn wrapped his around her waist. After a few moments they pulled away again, kissing each other on the cheek as they did so, and she reached for her purse while wiping her eyes. She turned back to him and they both smiled. He moved over to the door and opened it for her, and as she walked through he had just a few parting words for her.

"See you at the wedding," he said with a small smile.

"You bet."

She walked out feeling lighter than she did when she walked in, and after she got into her car; she took a moment to pray that Brett would find someone worthy of him. After she was finished, she smiled a little and started up the car and drove away. She had one more stop to make, and she didn't see Brett watching her drive away from just inside the office.

"Goodbye Nigha Stevens."

**** Wednesday*****

Vegas - 5:30 pm PST

Nigha sat smugly in the suite while Bria and the girls went crazy over the opulence of their accommodations. Nikki; Bria's best friend since they were in kindergarten together, was the most vocal.

"Oh my God Bri; this room is the SHIT! I can't believe we're here!!" she shouted while holding Bria's hands and jumping up and down.

"Nigha, I don't know how you pulled this off, but I think you just went down in history as the best Maid of Honor ever" she said with wide eyes and a crazy smile on her face.

"Hell yeah!" the other girls, 6 counting Nikki; all piped up in the background.

"Hold on, hold on, it wasn't all me. Mommie and Daddy pitched in too; consider this your "thank God she's finally getting married" present from them," she said before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

"I can NOT believe that we're in a suite at the Bellagio! Bria, between your family, and that fine-ass husband to be; you are one lucky bitch" Kelly; one of the bridesmaids shouted with a glass of champagne.

London; who met Bria while they were in college, just looked at Kelly while shaking her head. London was Nigha's favorite among Bria's friends, and Nigha had insisted that she make the trip. She'd been through so much in her young life, and had turned Nigha down initially; saying that she couldn't leave her twins, but had finally relented after both Nigha and Bria kept calling her every day for two weeks.

"Damn Kelly...we've been here for all of half an hour, and you've about killed that bottle of Dom. Slow down girl" she said as the other girls whooped and hollered behind her. 

"Shut up London! Johnny's at home and I'm determined to have a great time," Kelly replied.

Nigha turned toward the kitchen to see Kelly setting up 5 additional glasses and pouring champagne for everyone. She got up and started making her way toward the kitchen, and the other girls followed suit.

Kelly started handing out the glasses, and they brought the glasses together for a toast.

"Here's to my beloved baby sister, who will be marrying the man of her dreams in just a few days, and to the friends who'll be helping her to celebrate her last days as a single woman. Girls, lets please keep it on the tame side, ok?"

Nigha was greeted with dead silence, before she began to laugh loudly.

"Alrighty then...wild Vegas night it is ladies," she yelled, joined by the girls as they toasted glasses. "But not too wild, ok girls? We ain't tryin' to have a girls version of 'The Hangover' here!"

Her amended toast was met with hoots and hollers, and Nigha smiled to herself at the thought of Bradley Cooper and his fine ass.

***

8:00 pm PST

Kane was all smiles as Jason and the guys brought in his bags. He'd pronounced himself "Prince of Vegas," and his buddy Jeff had bought him a hat that could only be described as a pimp's crown. 

"Shit man! How did you pull this one off? I might have to rethink my whole corporate law career," he said with a laugh while clapping Jason on the back.

"It's not every day that my older, and thankfully only brother; decides to trade in his man-whoring years for the domestic life. I've been saving for this occasion for a while because I knew you'd beat me to the punch. All this does come at a price though; I get my own bedroom."

"Pppssshhtt, whatever man; the last thing on my mind is comfort at this point. I don't even want to remember if the beds were comfy enough," Kane replied with a wave of his hand.

"So Vegas Prince, where to first?"

"Ummm, it's "Prince of Vegas" and I was thinking we could hit up 'The Bank' and play it by ear from there."

"Alright guys; looks like we're heading to 'The Bank' according to the Fresh Prince of Bel agio," Jason joked.

***

10:30 pm PST -- The Bank @ Bellagio

So the girls were all cozied up in a corner booth just chatting away, and polishing off the fourth round of drinks. With no need for a designated driver; they were matching each other drink for drink. Nigha had tried to slow down, but Bria and the girls kept insisting that she keep up. Not wanting to dampen Bria's good time, and really seeing no harm in it; she decided to go ahead and keep up.

Kelly ordered a round of tequila shots, and about 5 minutes after Nigha knocked hers back; she knew that it was too late to try to stop herself from getting drunk. All of the girls were getting pretty trashed, and London surprised everybody when a particularly good song started to play.

"Time to move to the dance floor; my girl Nicki is calling me!"

They all downed the remainder of their second shot, and started to file out of the booth.

As Nigha walked toward the dance floor; she could feel the effects of the alcohol intensifying, and made a vow that she wouldn't have another drink. She wasn't stumbling, but knew that if she kept up the current pace; she would be soon.

Once they reached the dance floor, they all started moving to 'SuperBass' and they were having a blast. The DJ followed that one up with 'Drop it to the Floor' and Nigha and Bria went crazy while the girls just yelled and clapped at their moves. While Nigha was doing one of her turns; she noticed a super hot guy looking at her off in the distance. He was a dead ringer for Brian White, and when she acknowledged him; he walked over to her and started to dance.

Bria raised her eyebrow and smiled while moving toward her friends. She made a big show of fanning her face and mouthed "My God he's HOT!" as she did, and Nigha just shook her head and smiled.

She reached out and took his hand, and they started to Salsa right there. He didn't hold her too tight, but he definitely held her close. She was very impressed with his moves, and she held it together for the first few spins, but stumbled on the final one and fell into him.

He caught her, and as she wrapped her arms around his neck, she saw a familiar pair of blue eyes staring at her from across the room. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut; just knowing that it couldn't possibly be, but when she braved to open them again, he was making his way toward them with a purpose. She heard a smooth, melodic voice in her ear asking her something. She was so distracted; she couldn't make out what he was saying at first, then she heard it. "Hey pretty lady, you alright?" he asked as she turned to face him, and she saw his eyes widen just a little as her scar was revealed to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine just had more to drink than I'm used to" she answered with a laugh. "Great catch by the way" she giggled as he helped her up. She purposely pulled her hair behind her ear, and as she figured; he became uncomfortable, and thanked her for the dance before retreating. 

She really didn't think too much of it, or him for that matter; he was fine, but he wasn't all that. As she got her wits about her; she remembered that she'd seen Jason, and proceeded to look around for him. She didn't see him anywhere, and just chocked it up to a case of mistaken identity. Nigha made her way over to their booth, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching her walk away.

**********

Jason spotted Kane over by the bar, and made his way over there as quickly as possible; short of breaking into an all-out run.

"It's time to go man. Finish up your drink, and I'll gather the rest of the guys."

"Wha...hold up! We're having a good time, why do we need to go?" Kane asked; stunned.

"They're here, and Nigha already saw me. It's time TO GO!"

"They can't be, what are the odds," Kane replied with a nervous laugh. "Are you sure it was her?"

Jason shot Kane a look that said little more than 'seriously dude?' and then they both went about the task of getting the guys together and out of there.

**********

Nigha was finishing off her drink when the girls returned to the table.

"So, what happened to that fine piece of man candy that you were dancing with Miss Thang?" Bria asked as she scooted closer to her sister.

"Meh, he was cute and everything, but he got one look at The Badge and decided to head for the hills," she laughed as she sipped her drink.

"The Badge? What's that supposed to mean?" London asked with a perplexed look on her face.

Nigha turned to the side and pulled her hair back amid a collective 'Oh' from the crown.

"Fuck his sorry ass," London blurted out before downing a swig of her beer. "You're a knockout with or without The Badge," she said making air quotation marks, "and his sorry ass just isn't worthy of your beauty."

"Tell 'em girl!" Kelly blurted out, as they all laughed and toasted their drinks.

"Bri, let me out...gotta go to the girls room."

Bria moved over, and was going to go with her before Nigha shooed her away and let her know that she'd be fine.

Nigha made her way to the bathroom; after a few stumbles, and felt much better after getting some of the alcohol out of her system. As she was walking out; she was distracted when a pretty blonde complemented her on her outfit.

"That dress is fierce girl!"

"Thanks...oomph" she said as she bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorr..." the words died on her lips as she came face to face with him.

"I knew I saw you earlier!" she slurred slightly as she punched him in his arm. "What the fuck Branson!"

He was shocked when she ran into him, and almost burst out laughing at the look on his little drunken angel's face.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked, unable to stop a laugh from escaping as he rubbed his arm.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered loudly.

"My God you're drunk" he laughed as he watched her sway slowly.

"Of course I'm drunk" she replied with a serious look on her face, before she burst out laughing.

"Here, sit down," he said as he pulled out a barstool for her.

She was still giggling as she sat down. "You didn't answer my question; what are you doing here?"

"Well, I don't know if you're aware, but my brother is getting married in a few days and Vegas is notorious for bachelor parties..."

She smiled and rested her head on her fingertips. "Oh my God, you KNOW what I meant. Stop being cute and get to the point!"

"First off -- impossible, and second; I'm here with my brother and his friends to celebrate his pending nuptials. What's strange about that?"

"What?" She looked at him with the most confused look he'd ever seen. "What's impossible?"

"You said to stop being cute, and I'm sorry, but for me; that's pretty much impossible" he said while leaning in close to her.

"You're right" she said as she touched his nose with her index finger. "It is impossible for you to stop being cute," she said with a smile. "Bartender! Can I get a Cosmo?!"

When the bartender turned and looked in their direction; Jason shook his head no, and made the kill sign running his finger across his neck.

"I think you've had enough for now, why don't you come out and dance with me," he gently took her hand, and started leading her to the dance floor. He knew he was a little rusty, but the moves always came back once he got warmed up.

As they approached the dance floor; an accordion started to play in the background, and they both knew which song would be playing. It looked like they'd be heating up the dance floor with some Latin moves.

Nigha let go of his hand, and he followed her as she exaggerated the sway of her hips to an empty spot on the dance floor. He decided he'd let her take the lead. 

As the song started; Nigha stopped walking, turned around on him quickly, and pressed her body against him while mouthing the words.

Let me introduce you To my party people In the club...

She reached up and pulled his ponytail holder out of his hair, and it fell in inky waves around his shoulders. He looked at her and smiled, and wrapped one hand around her waist while she grasped his other hand in hers. He followed as she led them into a Cha-Cha, but quickly took the lead once he figured out where she was going.

They were tearing up the dance floor, until the song slowed down for the chorus:

Dance the night away, live your live and stay out on the floor...

Jason pulled her close to halt her movement, and dipped her at the waist and made a semi-circle with their bodies in one direction, and then in the opposite direction before turning her back to him.

 Dance the night away, grab somebody drink a little more...

He reached down to her knees, and ran his hands up her thighs, as she placed her hand behind his head; burying her face in his neck. She swayed her hips slowly; then turned abruptly, pushed him in the chest, and started to move her feet and sing.

La...la, la, la, la...

Jason kept moving, but was in awe watching her. She had a huge smile on her face, and she was singing and spinning around with her arms stretched; like a child playing in the rain. He couldn't help but smile at how free she seemed to be in that moment and she stopped spinning and walked over to him seductively. She placed her hands on his chest, and then started to walk around him; her hand making the same circle around his body. When she made her way back to where she started; he put his hand over hers and pulled her into him.

They kept that pace for at least twenty more minutes before a familiar piano tune started to play, and Jason pulled her close and started to slowly sway to the music.

"Ohhhhh I love this song," and then she started to sing out loud.

Lying here with you so close to me It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe I'm caught up in this moment, caught up in your smile I've...

She was floored when he started singing.

I've never opened up to anyone So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms We don't need to rush this, let's just take it slow

He sounded just as wonderful as she remembered, and she was grinning from ear to ear as he sang to her. It hit her then that this song summed up how she felt about Jason, and then they sang together.

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight Just a touch of the fire burning so bright And I don't wanna mess this thing up I don't wanna push too far

Just a shot in the dark that you just might Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life So baby I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight

Jason leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, and they swayed to the music together, just enjoying the proximity to one another. She pressed her cheek to his chest, and he placed his chin on top of her head. They were lost in the moment when Nigha heard a familiar voice.

"Excuse me, could I cut in?"

Nigha recognized the voice, and looked up into Jason's eyes before turning to face the owner. Before she could say anything, Jason spoke first.

"Sorry man, her dance card's full," he said as he looked back at her and smiled.

Thinking that the Brian White look-a-like would just leave; Nigha turned back to Jason, and they started to move again.

"Wow, so it's like that then," he said; his voice dripping with disdain. It was Nigha's turn to speak then. She put her hand on Jason's chest to let him know that she would handle this.

"Could you enlighten me, what is it like then?"

"You know exactly what I mean," he replied with a sneer that made his previously handsome face look a bit disgusting.

"I really have no clue what you're talking about, but I have to admit; my curiosity is peaked, especially when you seem to be so annoyed about something," she said to him, masking the fact that inside her blood was boiling.

"Ok, what I wanna know is, why is it that when they come," he paused and pointed at Jason, "they take the best looking sisters and..."

"AND WHAT?! When brothers go looking, they'll take whatever they can get...even if it's the bottom of the barrel," she was livid at this point, and she'd stepped closer to him.

The look-a-like smiled a sardonic smile before letting loose his next words. "So you don't have a problem being the white man's whore then..."

Before Jason had a chance to rush him; Nigha had moved faster than he'd ever seen her. She laughed an unnatural laugh, then she turned slightly, and when she came back to face the look-a-like; she took the heel of her palm, and slammed it into his chin. The force from the hit sent him stumbling back, and when he regained his footing; he lurched forward.

"I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T QUITE CATCH THAT" she yelled at the top of her lungs, while she grabbed his shoulders, brought them down; violently slamming her knee into his stomach. She pushed him onto the floor; oblivious to the crowd starting to surround them.

Jason was torn; he was inches from beating the shit out of that guy, but Nigha beat him to the punch. He knew that he should do the right thing and stop her, but he was almost in a trance watching her. The last time he'd witnessed her kicking somebody's ass, it was his own and he'd deserved it just as much as this worthless prick.

Nigha was buzzing when she leaned down to talk to the asshole that she'd just laid out. "So, you should be thankful that my Muy Thai is a little rusty, and that I'm still a little tipsy. Now, to answer your question. I am NO man's whore! That man is the father of my twin girls, and I love him very much. The scar on my face that you couldn't seem to get away from fast enough; he doesn't even see it. And a quick word of advice; if you decide to call a woman out of her name again, you might want to make absolutely sure that she can't kick your pathetic, racist ass."

Jason took a step toward her, and grabbed her arm to pull her up. "Baby, I think we need to get out of..."

Jason was interrupted by the scumbag trying to pick himself up off the floor, "You fucking uppity bitch!" He yelled before stumbling quickly toward her.

"You just don't learn do you?" She stood still, slightly bouncing on her feet waiting for him to get closer. She put her hand on Jason's chest again, and then the look-a-like made a sloppy attempt to rush her. She side-stepped him easily, swept one of his legs out from under him, and when he turned to look at her and forcefully grabbed her left arm; she took advantage of his instability, and crushed her forearm into the side of his head. He went down hard.




Jason's Story Ch. 20



Jason noticed that the music had stopped playing, and knew that he had to get her out of there before the cops showed up.

"IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" she screamed while she kicked him in the stomach.

"Come on babe; we gotta get outta here," Jason said as he grabbed her hand. She kept kicking, so he picked her up and made a mad dash for the exit.

"Jason, put me down! Stop, I gotta get my purse."

Luckily, the booth where the girls were sitting was on the way out, and Jason made a quick pit stop to grab her purse, and to give the others a head's up.

"Give me her purse, shit went down, we have GOT to get out of here," Jason said to a visibly shocked Bria. Kane was sitting next to her, but Jason didn't have time to let that register.

"What the hell is going on?" Bria asked as she handed Nigha's purse over to Jason.

"There was a fight on the dance floor, and we gotta get outta here before the cops get here. What room are you guys in...shit! Don't worry about her, she'll be with me." Jason took off when he saw hotel security looking around for them. He managed to get out of the club and into the hotel, but as he was making his way toward the main entrance (carrying a giggling Nigha on his shoulder); he saw a police car pull up, and darted off to a hallway on the side of the lobby. 

Nigha was still laughing, but all of the jarring movement had her feeling a little nauseous. 

"Jase, you gotta put me down or you're gonna make me sick."

Jason saw the neon exit sign up ahead, and hurried out of the door. Once they were in the alley; he stopped, and set her gently down on her feet.

"Are you alright?" he asked, checking her for any indication that she'd been hurt in the scuffle.

She laughed then and put her hands on both sides of his face. "Stop it, I'm fine...other than feeling like I might hurl at any minute."

"Nigha, I feel kind of guilty for saying this, but that was the hottest shit I've ever seen in my life. I can't believe you did that!" he said, finally able to let what happened sink in.

"I know that if I hadn't handled that asshole; you probably would've killed him," she replied matter-of-factly. "Thanks for stopping me when you did, and for getting me out of there."

They were both still breathing heavily, and she hadn't taken her hands off of his face. "I meant what I said," she told him while her eyes shifted back and forth, unable to decide which of his eyes she wanted to focus on.

"Nigha, you've had a lot to drink and..."

She shut him up when she stepped into him and kissed him. He was hesitant at first, but when he felt her tongue insistently invading his mouth; his tongue sought out its mate, and mimicked the dancing that they'd done earlier. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the taste of alcohol on her tongue had nothing to do with it. She pushed him back against the wall and thrust her body against his. Her hand was on his crotch, rubbing his hardening cock through his pants, and he groaned at her touch.

He spun her around and looked into her eyes for a moment, searching for a sign that she wasn't lucid. What he saw in her face was unbridled lust accompanied by flushed cheeks and red lips, swollen from their frantic kisses. He also saw complete clarity. 

"I'm pretty far from drunk you know," she said smiling at him, "the dancing, the adrenaline from gearing up for a fight, and then the actual fighting pretty much cycled that alcohol through my veins pretty quickly. What's the matter Jason, you don't want me anymore? Just a kiss goodnight?"

He took in her appearance one more time, everything from her long slender neck to the tips of her caramel breasts. "Now you know that will never be true." She raised her eyebrow at him right before he forcefully grabbed her head and crushed his lips against hers. As he moved his way down her neck and collarbone; she spoke again.

"Where are you staying?"

"Here," he let out in a harsh whisper, in between kisses.

"No fucking way...uhhhh," she let out in a moan, as he stood up and ground his cock against her stomach.

"Let me guess, you guys are staying here too huh?"

She smiled up at him, and nodded her head in the affirmative. "Great minds, huh?"

"Definitely."

She grabbed his head and brought him back down in a kiss, and he grabbed at her breasts through her dress. They were getting pretty hot and heavy before they were interrupted.

"HEY! What's going on over there?"

They were almost blinded by a flashlight, and they both had a sinking feeling. Upon closer inspection, they realized that it was one of the hotel security guards.

"Sorry sir, we just caught up in the Vegas experience, and couldn't wait until we made it to our room," Jason called out, while he and Nigha righted their clothing. Nigha grabbed Jason's hand and buried her face in his upper arm, unable to suppress a slight giggle. "We'll just be on our way..."

"Hold on just a minute."

'Fuck!' is what they were both thinking at that moment.

"Where are you two coming from?"

"We were coming back to the hotel from a walk on the strip. Why do you ask?"

"There was an incident in one of our clubs, and from what I could gather, a woman actually beat up a man," the guard said with a peculiar look on his face.

Jason and Nigha both laughed at that point. "I'm sorry; did you just say that a man got beat up by a woman? Oh my goodness, what man would admit to that?" He and Nigha both continued to laugh at that point.

The guard started to chuckle along with them, "Yeah, sounded pretty absurd to me too, but the witnesses corroborated the claim; only they specified that he'd tried to assault her first, but apparently got more than he bargained for."

"Sounds like it," Nigha piped up then. "I'm almost sorry that we missed seeing that. That's definitely a once in a lifetime occurrence huh honey?"

"Yeah, I'm still stunned by the story. But sir, you couldn't possibly think that this gorgeous little thing could do a thing like that do you?" 

Nigha made a little surprised face, and watched the guard for his reaction. He looked her up and down and looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Nah, of course not. I was just wondering if you two had seen anything, that's all. Well, you folks enjoy your stay with us, and let's keep those activities inside the hotel, okay?"

"Sure thing, have a great evening," Nigha smiled and waved at him, and he smiled and waved back. She started walking toward the entrance, pulling Jason by the hand.

"Holy shit! I just knew we were busted back there," he whispered to her.

"Tell me about it" she managed to get out before he grabbed her and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her "honeymoon" style. "What is it with this whole caveman thing that you seem to be devel..."

He shut her up with a kiss, while trying to carefully navigate the alleyway so that he wouldn't take a wrong step and fall. His legs couldn't carry them fast enough.

They were all over each other in the elevator ride up to his floor, and by the time they reached it; her hair was all over the place, and his belt was hanging down past his thigh, threatening to fall off completely. Jason hastily got the door open, and she pushed him inside and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He reached behind her and slammed the door shut, then walked them to his bedroom. She was kissing his neck and running her hands up and down his back, and in turn; he was squeezing her ass cheeks as he held her up. He kicked the door shut, and once he stopped walking, she unwrapped her legs from around him and he placed her on her feet.

She immediately started to unzip her dress, and noticed that he wasn't moving at all. She looked up at him, and he was just staring at her with an unsure look in his eyes. She knew what he was thinking and chose to ignore it; allowing her dress to fall to the floor.

Regardless of the fact that she was bare breasted and practically nude before him; his eyes were immediately drawn to her lower abdomen, where there was a new tattoo. He felt his cock surge at the sight; it was a decent sized cross right above her left hip bone. After taking off his shirt; he dropped to his knees to get a closer look. He then realized that there was writing on it, and each branch of the cross had one of her four children's names on it. It was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

He put his hands on her hips and placed a kiss on her tattoo. She couldn't suppress the moan that escaped, and he was encouraged to continue. He kissed and licked her stomach, nipping her skin here and there. She ran her hands through his silken locks; reveling in the feel of them against her fingers, and in the fact that she was letting go and letting herself feel without feeling guilty.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, and started to inch them over her hips and down her legs. When the scent of her arousal tickled his nostrils, he strongly resisted the urge to dive in and instead focused on her shapely legs as he slid her undies down. When he got them to the floor, she lifted her feet out of them one by one and he slowly ran his fingers up her legs, stopping just shy of the place they both wanted him to be.

"Stand up," she commanded as she put her hands under his chin. When he stood up, she ran her hands over his chest and abs; stopping when her fingers came in contact with his belt. She looked into his eyes and licked her lips.

"This simply won't do," she said as she began to undo his belt, followed closely by the button and zipper on his pants. She leaned into his chest and rubbed her cheek against it before she began to kiss across it. He was struggling with his self control while he watched her then she moved toward his nipple and started to lick it with her tongue.

"Oh fuck," he whispered with a hiss as she bit his nipple, and squeezed his cock after freeing it from the confines of his boxers. "You are driving me insane."

She smiled as she looked up into his eyes, "that would be the point; you've been driving me insane for years now...it'll be nice to have some company on this road trip to insanity."

Jason reached up and grabbed both sides of her face and searched her eyes, "are you sure about this?"

She reached up and placed her hands over his and looked into his eyes and smiled. 

"Shut up and kiss me," she said as she reached up and tangled one of her hands in his hair, pulling him down to her, while the other hand rubbed his cock through his pants.

He didn't need to be told twice, and her attention to his cock was driving him mad. He hoped that she understood what this act meant, because it was more than just sex...regardless of how mind-blowing that sex would be. They both moved toward the bed, and he crawled on top of her. He knew then that he needed to make himself clear before anything else happened.

"Nigh, this isn't going to be a one-time or a one-time-for-the-next-year thing. I love you, you know this, we belong together, and tonight is going to be the first step toward us being together. If it's not, then I'm alright with just a kiss goodnight," he said, playing on the song that they'd sung together, as he was laying on top of her.

She looked into his eyes, reading the sincerity of his words in them, and she placed her hand over his cheek and smiled at him. He returned her smile, and closed his eyes as he pressed his cheek further into her hand before turning to kiss it.

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes, what?" He held her hand to his face, and his eyes were wide and full of hope.

"Yes, I want to try, and I think I'm ready," she put her other hand on the side of his face. "I want to try with you. I know we have a lot to talk about, but not tonight. Tonight I just want to be with you."

He slowly lowered his face to hers, and their noses touched gently while they looked into each other's eyes. She inched up and softly brushed her lips against his, and watched his eyes flutter shut through her own hooded eyes. She studied his face as she craned her neck to feather his cheek with soft kisses, enjoying the tickle of his slight stubble against her lips. His face was, and had always had been perfection. From his perfectly groomed eyebrows, down to the moustache and goatee that made him look more handsome and sexy than she'd thought possible, to his full, soft, kissable lips; he was beautiful, and he wanted no one else but her.

"I want you inside me," she whispered into his ear before she lay her head back down on the bed, and then tilted her pelvis to bump against his throbbing cock to illustrate her point. Suddenly the pants hanging loose on his hips seemed to be choking him, and he reached down to remove them with a haste that she hadn't seen in him in years. With lightening quick speed; he was standing at the foot of the bed, scrambling to get out of his pants, boxers, socks and shoes like a man possessed.

He was a man possessed and consumed with lust and love for the woman that was rising from the bed to stand with him. Time seemed to slow for him when she stood in front of him, and he stopped trying to shift out of the clothing pooled around his ankles. He watched her hands as one reached for his chest while the other reached for the cock standing proudly just for her. At that moment; oddly enough, he noticed that her wedding band was gone. He felt a bit of relief at that, and the sudden change in her attitude toward him started to make sense. She was a free woman.

He closed his eyes and hissed when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and began to blaze a trail of heat across his chest with her other hand. She stepped closer to him, bringing her body in contact with his, and moved her lips to his neck. She didn't start to kiss his neck, but opted instead to run her slightly open mouth over it; searing his skin with her escaping breath, all the while slowly stroking his cock. He broke out in goosebumps when she stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"Sit down and let me take care of you." 

With that, he sat on the foot of the bed and watched her go to her knees on the floor in front of him. The sight of her between his legs almost made him cum right there, so he closed his eyes again, determined to not stop this thing before it really started. He felt her breath on his thighs, and her breasts rub against his knee, then he felt his shoes being taken off, followed by his socks, and the pants and boxers that had acted as little more than ankle cuffs moments before. When his legs were free, she spread them wider to allow her easier access to the treasure that stood proud and weeping for her between them. 

She took in his form, leaning back on his elbows, a look of deep concentration on his handsome face. His body was in a word 'sick,' like Bradley Cooper in 'The A-team' sick, and she just sat back on her haunches to appreciate the view. She put a hand on each of his thighs and lightly raked her nails down his legs all the way to his ankles, and smiled at the emotions playing across his face. His furrowed brow, and slightly parted lips were extremely sexy. The way his cock jumped at her touch was nothing short of sinful, and she leaned forward while running her hands back up his legs; caressing his calves in appreciation on the way back up.

She held her mouth open, breathing on his tip, and he couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips. At that point; she'd stopped touching his legs, and wasn't making any contact with his body. He opened his eyes, and as soon as everything came into focus, he was looking her in the eyes for an intense few seconds. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was watching her mouth descending his cock and he cried out.

"Fuuuuuucckkk!" 

He had to fight an intense internal battle to keep from shooting his load straight down her throat the moment he felt her hot mouth close around him. The eye contact that she maintained, and the look in her eyes wasn't helping him at all, and when she did that slithering snake move with her tongue on the underside of his cock, he yelled out "Oh Jesus!" and his elbows gave out. He could feel her smile around his cock, and he brought his hands up to his forehead and let them rest there, while his abs twitched from her efforts. 

"Oh God Nigha, you're gonna make me cum," he yelled with a moan, and grunted when he felt her hand tighten around the base of his cock. She took him out of her mouth, and blew on his cock before he felt her hair brushing across his stomach. Afraid that opening his eyes and seeing her would make him lose it; he kept his eyes shut and waited for whatever came next.

He felt her lips on his stomach as she tongue kissed it in different places, enjoying the feel of his tightening muscles under her lips and tongue. He sighed when he felt her breast brush against his aching cock as she continued placing those searing kisses on him, all the while ascending his body. He realized that keeping his eyes closed wasn't really helping because feeling those different sensations on his skin without seeing her was making his level of arousal increase. He thought that maybe just being with her this way was all that he needed to send him over the edge, and that everything else was just sensory overload. When she reached the upper part of his right pec with those delectable lips and that sinful tongue, he opened his eyes and looked at her, and realized that it was no longer possible for him to keep his hands to himself.

Her eyes were closed, and she knew that something was happening when she felt him move underneath her. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he'd put his hands in her hair. Since he was watching her now, she decided to give him a show and inched back down so that her mouth was directly above his nipple. She gave him a devilish smile before slowly placing her tongue at the corner of her mouth, then she brought it around to the front of her mouth and connected with his already sensitive nipple. He closed his eyes again as he bit his bottom lip and threw his head back, leading her to believe that was his sexiest look.

It happened faster than she could comprehend. Jason had wrapped his arms around her and had moved them both up onto the bed. He'd pulled her up, and they were face to face, breathing heavily. The surprise in her eyes faded, and she stuck her tongue out and licked from his chin to his bottom lip before she sat up, grabbed his arms, and put them on the bed above his head.

"Nuh uhh big boy, "she tsked. "I'm not done yet."

She came down fast and started to kiss his neck while her slick pussy made contact with the still weeping head of his cock. He heard her moan into his neck and he thrust his hips upward to increase the friction. She sat up again and threw her head back while grinding against his cock. They both moaned at the sensation, and Jason knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

He reached up, grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down for a bruising kiss. While they were locked in the kiss, he rolled them over so that he was on top of her situated between her legs. He leaned up on his elbows and just looked at her for a moment.

Her hair was splayed around her head, serving as a raven halo for his dark angel. Her lips full and red from his kisses, and her chest heaving; the image was one he hoped to see again, and again. He didn't say a word, there weren't any necessary, his face and eyes spoke volumes.

He ran his hand from the hollow of her neck, in a straight line down past her stomach, and stopped at her mound just shy of her clit. He never took his eyes from hers, and he slowly ran his fingers over her outer lips. He was teasing her in the same manner that she'd teased him, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back nearly as long as she had.