The faster I walked, the faster the footsteps came as I darted in and out of hallways like the gang on an episode of Scooby Doo. I should have just ran back downstairs, but I had fucked around and got myself lost in this big ass house. I started a light jog, afraid my pursuer would pick up on it if I started flat out running, but when I heard their steps speed up, I said fuck it, ready to go for a full sprint. The moment I readied myself to go full on Flo-Jo, a huge hand grabbed me from behind, making me scream out.
“AA-,” was all I could say, before another huge hand covered my mouth and I accepted my fate.
“Amaya! Calm down, it’s me, girl!” My body went lax for a split second before I wrestled out of his grasp, turned around, and punched Chase square in his chest. He stumbled back a bit and looked at me in shock.
“Why the fuck you beating on me now?”
“You scared the shit outta me! Why the fuck were you chasing me?”
“Shit, because you were running! I was trying to catch up to you!”
“Why didn’t you just call my name? I thought you were the gottdamn Night Stalker!”
“Shit,” he said under his breath. “That was probably a poor decision on my part. I thought we were being quiet since we’re not supposed to be up here. My fault!”
“You lucky I didn’t stab you! Did you find her?” I asked.
“Nah, but there’s one more hall I didn’t check. I just saw you first and figured we could knock it out together.
“Okay,” I said. At that moment, I realized that my body still felt the places where he grabbed me, like it was downloading the feel of his hands directly into my skin. We walked in silence,gently knocking before opening each door to reveal absolutely nothing each time.
By the time we hit the last door, I was past worried because she still wasn’t answering my calls. I tried one more time and could just barely hear the sound of a phone vibrating from the other side. I quickly turned the knob and threw it open, more than ready to solve the Mystery of the Missing Homegirl slash Assistant.
“Hold up,” Chase called at the last minute, but he was too late to stop me from pushing the door open.
When my eyes adjusted to the low light, they nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of Jocelyn, face down, ass up, getting thatworkfrom… Jonathan? Either they were fucking too hard to see us or they just didn't give a fuck.
“You like this dick, don’t you baby?” he asked as he smacked her ass so hard thatIfelt it.
“I doooo! I love that dick, Daddy! Ooh shit! Right there!”
“How much? Tell me how much,” he demanded, gripping her hips and going harder. By that point my mouth was touching my kneecaps as the sounds of their bodies slapping drifted out into the hallway.
“I pledge allegiance to the dick, baby! It’s SO good!Fuck!” she cried out as she threw her ass back at him like her car note was due and she was down to her last pack of noodles.
Chase pulled the door closed then looked at me with an expression mirroring mine, dismayed as fuck.
“Uh… We found her,” he said awkwardly as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
“I saw,” I whispered as I stared at the floor with wide eyes. The things I had just witnessed would be burned into my brain for a long time.She was inexperienced as hell and the fact that she was in there tooted and booted up for Jonathan's young ass of all people still had my mouth hanging open in shock.
“She… she was a virgin when I met her,” I whispered to myself, still trying to figure out who taught my lil baby to take dick like a pornstar… and why she didn’t ask me.
“Come on,” he said as he gently let me away like I was a child who just learned Santa wasn't real. “I’ll take you home.”
“No, it’s okay,” I argued.
“You said you were ready, and you been drinking. J will make sure Jocelyn gets home safely. So, let’s make sure we get you home safe too.”
I couldn’t even argue as I let him lead me away. The next thing I knew, we were in his truck as he drove us through the city.
“Tonight was… fun,” I admitted with a sigh, looking out the window.
“See, I ain’tthatbad, right Toni?” He chuckled.
“Chase, who the fuck is Toni?” I asked, frowning at him and knowing there would be some bullshit attached. He had been calling me that all night with no explanation.
“Braxton. I know you have questionable taste, but youhaveto know who Toni Braxton is," he said, giving me a nasty side eye. I couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling up.
