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“When they called me in to give a report, Officer Charles Marsh was the one who took it. He wasn’t the captain back then. I couldn’t stop looking at him. His eyes were just like mine. So was his smooth dark complexion.
When I wouldn’t stop staring at him, he finally asked what the fuck was up with me. I’m paraphrasing but you get it. I asked him what his middle name was because I knew there were a ton of Charles Marsh’s in LA but what would be the odds of that man being Charles Alvondo Marsh? He told me his middle name and I knew he was my father.”
“Holy shit, Ju. That’s crazy as fuck. What did he say when you told him you thought he was your father?”
She toyed with her hair for a few seconds then shrugged. “He asked me a ton of questions and we realized that yeah…he was my dad. He had a paternity test set up the next month and it further confirmed everything. Ever since then he’s been trying to get closer to me but it’s all bullshit because he won’t let me meet his wife or his kids that he actually raised.” Her laugh was harsh and ice cold. “I’m his secret baby. My mother was a one-night stand. He cheated on his wife with her and he doesn’t want her to know so…I have to stay hidden.”
Tears from her cutting open that old wound rolled down her face. “Even when he knows who I am and where I am he still won’t choose me. I refuse to call him my father. I call him Marsh because he wants this to be a business relationship and so it is.”
I reached over and wiped her tears because seeing them fall was acid dripping on my soul. She allowed me to wipe her tears even though I was a dick a few minutes ago.
“I hate this shit so much.” She looked up at the ceiling like it would stop the flow of tears. “I hate crying over people who don’t want me and continue to not want me. Why do I even care?” The tears came harder. Faster. “He doesn’t want me around but I have lunch and dinner with him when his wife and kids are away like a goddamn side piece. I fucking hate myself for that sometimes. Because I realize I’m still that little girl back at Ocean View waiting for her parents to say they made a horrible mistake and…and they want me back.”
The dam broke.
Jupiter’s tears flooded her. They didn’t roll like normal tears though. Each one was like ripping roots from the earth. Like she fought her own emotions and demons instead of letting them happen.
I saw myself in her.
“Ju…” I sighed, pulling her into my arms. “Come here, baby. I’m so fucking sorry I flipped out like that.”
“So…you’ll understand if I’m tired of being jerked around by men. By you.” I felt like shit. Like whatever is worse than shit. “I’m just tired of not being wanted, King.”
“Iwant you,” I said quietly, sliding my hand around to the back of her neck. “I want you so fucking much.”
“You just want to fuck me.” She tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let her. I couldn’t. Not when she was hurting and broken into pieces in front of me.
“No. I don’t.” I pulled her on top of me, onto my lap so I could hold her closer. “When I went out with Pretty Boy, he broke something to me that I knew but that I was ignoring. I’m falling for you. Hard.” I’d never told anyone anything like that before. It sounded foreign.
“You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” She tried to wiggle out of my arms but I wouldn’t let her go.
“You really think that’s how I roll? I’m not going to tell you what you want to hear, Ju. Crying or not. You know me better than that.” She nodded like she knew I was telling the truth.
“I do know you better than that. That’s why it’s so hard for me to believe.” She stared like more words were going to come from me. I didn’t know what else to say though. “Are you…being serious?”
“I’m dead fucking serious, Ju. I’m falling for you. I want you. Only you. I haven’t fucked anyone in a month and a half because the only person I want is you. I’m walking around here drunk and fucking crazy, holding a gun to your date Jamil’s head…”
“Wait…what?” She laughed a little, sniffling back residual tears. “When the fuck did you put a gun to Jamil’s head?”
I told her about me and Pretty Boy spotting Jamil on Crenshaw and she groaned, rolling her eyes. I laughed a little and squeezed her sides. “I’m sorry, Ju. I might be a little possessive when it comes to you.”
“A little.” She held up her thumb and pointer finger. “I’m possessive when it comes to you too. Now tell me you want me again.”
“I want you, Ju.”
“I want you too.” She kissed me, slowly and I could have died happy right there. “I keep fronting but it’s just making things harder. I want everything we’ve built so far, all the conversations and laughs but I can’t lie and say I don’t want the fucking too. I want it all.”
“What the hell does that mean for us though? We don’t do relationships.”
“Why does it matter what it’s called as long as we’re both down?” She asked, settling all her weight on my lap, pressing against my dick.
“We can call it you belonging to me,” I said, kissing her neck.
“Or you belonging tome, the fuck? I told you, I do the choosing.” She grabbed my face so I’d look at her and only her, but she was all I could see anyway.
“Then choose me, Ju. If you want me, I’m yours, baby.”
“Ugh, that fucking smile,” she groaned, staring at me and shaking her head. “It’s so dangerous.”
