4. Jin’jer
When I came back out to the section, it was like, who is this new bitch?
It was I! For the rest of the night, I danced, vibed, drank, and held conversation with Hades.
When that waitress bitch dropped those drinks on me, I already knew why.
If the dick had her tripping like that, then I wanted to know why.
It was one of my toxic traits. I’d had some great dick in my life, but I’d never had any that made me flip out.
I wanted to see what that might be like.
I knew that I would go to Drag the Streets before Hera invited me.
The event was a big deal in the city because a large proceed went to charity.
It also gave me a chance to pull out my baby.
The apartment complex that I lived in allowed you to lease garage space, so I did.
I kept my truck and bike in my garage and parked the car that I purchased when I moved here in a parking space near my building.
My big boy took way too much gas to drive all the time, and I rode my bike mainly on weekends.
My custom painted Ducati always got looks.
The front was painted with beautiful roses that turned into flames as you moved down the body of the bike.
My helmet mimicked the design. There was enjoyment in watching Hades’s eyes roam my body shamelessly.
We didn’t exchange numbers at the club, but that didn’t stop him from getting in contact with me.
By the time I got home that night, his ass was in my Instagram inbox.
When I didn’t respond to his message, he resorted to going under my post and leaving comments.
“So, you weren’t going to tell me that you ride?” Hades asked when he stepped into my personal space. He was so close that from the outside looking in, you would think that he was my man. I was sure that was his intent.
He looked good as hell. “Why would I have to tell you when I knew you would see me riding? You look good, sir.”
He blushed; he actually blushed. “You look sexy as hell.” He scanned the crowd of people with a grimace. “You got all these fuck boys looking at you and shit.” His lips lowered to my ear. “Don’t have me out here fuckin’ up people’s sons.” His voice was low and deep.
I pulled my head back. “Well, I heard that you were the president of the Fuck Boy Committee.” With a tilted head, I asked, “How does that work?”
“You can’t believe everything you hear, lil baby. I’m just a single man that does single shit.” He grabbed my helmet that was still under my arm, set it on my seat, then grabbed my hand. I let him lead me over to where his family stood.
After I spoke to everyone, he leaned against the car and pulled me back to lean on his front.
Oh, this is different. I peeked up at him over my shoulder.
Now it was my turn to blush when he winked down at me.
I felt eyes on me, and I wasn’t talking about a single set.
My scan of the crowd revealed that Hades and I were the main attraction of the night—fuck the races.
“Y’all over here causing an uproar in the whore camp,” Hestia joked before she took a sip from the water bottle in her hand. We all chuckled because she was right.
Hades’s chest rose and fell with his laughter. “Man, fuck them hos. They know what it is.”
I shifted in his arms so that I could better face him. “Well, they know what it is, but I think someone should tell me. I’m a little mystified.”
Everyone got quiet because they were just as vested in the answer as I was.
Hades gazed down at me for a beat. The world stood still in anticipation of his answer.
“It’s me and you on some exclusive vibing shit until we both decide it’s not.
That’s not gonna happen though.” He gripped my waist, turned my body in its original position, then wrapped his arms around me.
“Well, I guess you told me,” I mumbled. When he mumbled back that he did, I doubled over with laughter.
I guess I was out here changing the hearts of ho ass dudes now.
We would probably never work, but the toxicity in me would go for the ride.
Based on the death stares from the bitches out here and how that bitch acted at the club, it was evident that I at least was going to get some good dick out the deal.
For the rest of the night, we all chilled, watching the races.
I thought hos would approach Hades, trying to be funny, but they stayed far away.
I guess he was right when he said they knew what it was.
When he kissed my neck then my lips, Zeus came over to touch his head to make sure he wasn’t sick.
According to Hera, this was the first time that any of them had ever seen him show affection toward a female.
The fact that it was in public, in the bike club scene, said a lot.
Hades and I finally exchanged numbers. I hoped that would keep him out of my Instagram comments, but something told me that it wouldn’t. He gave a tad unhinged, which also fed into my toxicity. Nothing like a man that would crash out over you. I’m so fuckin’ toxic.
A SHORT TIME LATER…
Mother:
Jin’jer I have been texting you for far too long for you to not respond. I know you’re reading these text messages. You’re starting to piss me off and you should remember how I get when I’m pissed off.
My mother had been texting me like a jilted lover for over three weeks now.
I hadn’t answered a single damn text. You would think that she would get the point, but no.
Evelyn Copeland was a relentless woman. The only reason I hadn’t blocked her yet was because she was my mother.
With a huff, I put my fingers on the screen keyboard.
Me:
Mother! I don’t know why you’re doing this. I told you when we last spoke on the phone that I was not interested in coming to your husband’s birthday party. I don’t know why it’s so important all of a sudden.
The bubbles showed that she was typing. While she typed what I was sure would be a short story, I went to check on my little patient.
She’d come such a long way since her seizure.
She grew and got stronger every day. Now she was a whopping three and a half pounds.
When I got into the babies’ room, I smiled at her father holding her on his bare chest. He was here every day for hours.
I hadn’t seen his girlfriend in a while, so I asked about her last week.
I wanted to make sure she was alright. It hurt my heart to find out that she decided that she didn’t want a disabled child.
According to him, she said that wasn’t what she signed up for.
This week, he brought in paperwork to show that she’d signed all of her rights over to him.
“She knows her daddy,” I said when I walked over to her crib to make sure everything was as it needed to be.
His smile was bright when he gazed at me. “She’s getting so big. I swear she smiles now when she hears my voice.”
“I bet she does. She’s already a daddy’s girl.” I beamed with pride for him.
We spoke for a few more minutes before I left him to spend the rest of his time with his daughter alone. My mother texted me back over ten minutes ago. I pulled my phone out to see what words would annoy me now.
Mother:
Jin’jer! It is your father’s 60th birthday!
After everything that we have done for you the very least you can do is show some respect and bring your ungrateful ass to his 60th birthday party.
I am no longer asking you to come. I am telling you that you will be there. Check your email for the dress options.
I had to read the text a few times before I laughed out loud. That wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t standing at the nurses’ station with multiple eyes on me. This bitch has lost her mind.
Me:
Yeah, I’m going to go ahead and block you. I think you forgot that I was a grown ass woman. You have fun at your husband’s party and continue to tell y’alls fuck ass friends that I’m off somewhere with Doctors Without Borders. Byeeeee!
I blocked the hell out of her number with no remorse. She had me fucked up. That email that she sent, yep. I deleted that shit, too, and blocked her email.
“Why is your face all tight?”
My head popped up to the sound of Hades’s voice.
Before I could respond, his lips landed on mine.
I needed to stop procrastinating and fuck this man.
I’d been putting it off to see just how serious he was about this whole exclusive thing.
From what I could see, he was very serious.
He proved that more over when his ass posted a candid picture of me and him hugged up on Instagram that his brother took and tagged my ass.
The caption was very simple but bold: My exclusive lil baby.
“Hey, you. What are you doing here?” I asked with a cheesy ass smile. I put my phone down on the counter then wrapped my arms around his waist. Got to let these bitches know we are exclusive. He looked good in his casual sweatsuit and J’s. His outfit let me know that he rode his bike here.
He wrapped his arms around me then said, “I came to take your beautiful ass to lunch. You told me that you didn’t eat breakfast this morning, so you need to eat. You got time to eat?”
I’d done everything that needed to be done for the time being, so I did have time. “Where are you taking me? I am hungry.”
“There’s a Greek joint around here that I want to take you to. Is that cool?” he asked with a raised brow.
I told him a few days ago that I’d never tasted Greek food. You would have thought that I said that I committed a mortal sin. That confession got me invited to the family dinner this weekend. “That is very cool.”