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Authors: Britni Danielle
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ome. Night turned out to be a total bust. Will explain in the morning. xx”
* * *
Johnny pulled up in front of Jaylah’s building, and before he could put the car in park, she was almost out the door.
“Thank you for the ride,” she said, still unable to look at him. “I really appreciate it.”
“Wait ,” he said, grabbing her hand. “I got fired from my first job out of university. It was this grueling position at an investment firm. Real gladiator school. We’d have to stay up for days to trade on the world markets and I couldn’t hack it.”
“I could hack it,” she said defensively.
“I hated that job. I hated the workload and the ass kissing and the insane hours, but I stayed on. All my friends went out on weekends, played football, and went to parties, but I was always at work,” he shook his head. “And my dad, God, he was so proud. He would brag to all his friends. It made me feel good for a while, but I started to resent it. I felt trapped, you know?”
Jaylah nodded, finally turning to face him.
“And when I got fired, the worst thing in the world was telling my father. He said I was disgrace, called me lazy, stupid, said I messed up my life and I brought shame on our family. Ghanaians are so dramatic at times,” he said with a meager smile. “ I vowed then that I would never be in that position again. No one else would control my future but me.”
He rubbed her hand. “So I get it. I know it sucks. But if you had the courage to pick up and move here, you’ve got heart. You’ll bounce back.”
More silence elapsed between them. Jaylah turned his words over in her head. You’ve Got Heart . Maybe too much of it, she said to herself.
Johnny’s vulnerability pierced her. The men she’d dated back home rarely wanted to discu ss anything beyond dinner plans, basketball scores, or when they were getting back into her bed. But here he was, laying pieces of himself bare. His honesty made her crave him even more. Jaylah figured she had two options: get out of the car and never see him again, or risk falling for a man she just met and couldn’t quite figure out.
“Thank you,” she said, choosing the safer route. “For everything.”
She opened the door, but he stopped her. “Wait,” he said again, this time leaning in for a kiss.
He was gentle; Johnny stroked Jaylah’s face like she was one of the priceless treasures in the National Gallery. She cupped his head and pulled him closer, trying to will him to follow her inside. She parted his lips with her tongue and allowed her hand to drop into his lap. He kissed her harder as the bulge in his pants began to swell.
She gently bit his bottom lip before diving in for another passionate kiss. She could already picture running her tongue over every inch of his body, and it excited her.
Johnny’s hands moved to her neck then grazed the top of her breasts. He planted kisses from her cheek to her shoulders, causing her to let out a faint moan.
“Want to come inside?”
“I…I can’t,” he said, pulling back.
She leaned across the car and kissed him again. A dare. “You sure?”
“I have an early meeting, and—“
She felt deflated. Again. “I see,” she said, opening the door.
“I really do have a meeting, Jaylah. This isn’t a brush off,” he explained. “I’d like to see you again if that’s ok.”
“Sure. ” She fished through her purse to find a scrap of paper, tore off a piece of her journal, and scribbled her number. “Call me.”
Before they could say anything else to muck up the moment, Jaylah got out of the car and shut the door.
Johnny watched as she hurried inside her building, and she was glad he couldn’t see her face. If he had, he would see she was crushed.
After their ambiguous night, Jaylah didn’t know if he would actually call, but everything inside her prayed he would.
* * *
Jaylah scoured her flat, cleaning every inch of it for the first time since she moved in. She
* * *
Johnny pulled up in front of Jaylah’s building, and before he could put the car in park, she was almost out the door.
“Thank you for the ride,” she said, still unable to look at him. “I really appreciate it.”
“Wait ,” he said, grabbing her hand. “I got fired from my first job out of university. It was this grueling position at an investment firm. Real gladiator school. We’d have to stay up for days to trade on the world markets and I couldn’t hack it.”
“I could hack it,” she said defensively.
“I hated that job. I hated the workload and the ass kissing and the insane hours, but I stayed on. All my friends went out on weekends, played football, and went to parties, but I was always at work,” he shook his head. “And my dad, God, he was so proud. He would brag to all his friends. It made me feel good for a while, but I started to resent it. I felt trapped, you know?”
Jaylah nodded, finally turning to face him.
“And when I got fired, the worst thing in the world was telling my father. He said I was disgrace, called me lazy, stupid, said I messed up my life and I brought shame on our family. Ghanaians are so dramatic at times,” he said with a meager smile. “ I vowed then that I would never be in that position again. No one else would control my future but me.”
He rubbed her hand. “So I get it. I know it sucks. But if you had the courage to pick up and move here, you’ve got heart. You’ll bounce back.”
More silence elapsed between them. Jaylah turned his words over in her head. You’ve Got Heart . Maybe too much of it, she said to herself.
Johnny’s vulnerability pierced her. The men she’d dated back home rarely wanted to discu ss anything beyond dinner plans, basketball scores, or when they were getting back into her bed. But here he was, laying pieces of himself bare. His honesty made her crave him even more. Jaylah figured she had two options: get out of the car and never see him again, or risk falling for a man she just met and couldn’t quite figure out.
“Thank you,” she said, choosing the safer route. “For everything.”
She opened the door, but he stopped her. “Wait,” he said again, this time leaning in for a kiss.
He was gentle; Johnny stroked Jaylah’s face like she was one of the priceless treasures in the National Gallery. She cupped his head and pulled him closer, trying to will him to follow her inside. She parted his lips with her tongue and allowed her hand to drop into his lap. He kissed her harder as the bulge in his pants began to swell.
She gently bit his bottom lip before diving in for another passionate kiss. She could already picture running her tongue over every inch of his body, and it excited her.
Johnny’s hands moved to her neck then grazed the top of her breasts. He planted kisses from her cheek to her shoulders, causing her to let out a faint moan.
“Want to come inside?”
“I…I can’t,” he said, pulling back.
She leaned across the car and kissed him again. A dare. “You sure?”
“I have an early meeting, and—“
She felt deflated. Again. “I see,” she said, opening the door.
“I really do have a meeting, Jaylah. This isn’t a brush off,” he explained. “I’d like to see you again if that’s ok.”
“Sure. ” She fished through her purse to find a scrap of paper, tore off a piece of her journal, and scribbled her number. “Call me.”
Before they could say anything else to muck up the moment, Jaylah got out of the car and shut the door.
Johnny watched as she hurried inside her building, and she was glad he couldn’t see her face. If he had, he would see she was crushed.
After their ambiguous night, Jaylah didn’t know if he would actually call, but everything inside her prayed he would.
* * *
Jaylah scoured her flat, cleaning every inch of it for the first time since she moved in. She
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