Chapter
One: With You
Back home and Kenya was so happy and comfortable in her own
skin. Key West was everything and more. She needed the vacation….they needed
the vacation. To get away from all of the madness that had gone on and to find their
selves and get their bond right. She had been having a lot of doubts but
Jackson reassured her that he was just as crazy over her as she was him. It
felt great loving him and knowing he loved her back. In fact not only did he
love her, he adored her. Her walk, smile, the way she wore her hair, and not to
mention the fact that the girl had style for the both of them. She complimented
him and he would have to be a very blind man to not realize that it was time to
change and make better decisions. He had seen and done a lot of things but she
was worth changing for. She stuck around when he gave her a million reasons to
leave. She had been very loving, patient, understanding, and feisty all when he
needed her to be. He had plenty of women but she had been the WOMAN!
Turning on the air in the house and Kenya was ready to get
showered. She was hot and sticky from the flight and not to mention the fact
that they had walked in a sauna. Kenya went to run her a shower slowly peeling
off articles of clothing as it got warm to her liking. She stepped inside and
the water took control of her body giving her a nice massage. She took a deep
breath closing her eyes. She was in bliss. With her eyes closed she let the
scenes of love making play in her head over and over. Jackson had taken her
there. He had done it! He whispered everything in her ear that she wanted and
needed to hear. She would die before she lost him. She had planted her seeds
and now she watched as they blossomed. He had her gone.
After showering the house had finally cooled down. The sun
had gone down and with her towel wrapped around her Kenya headed to the
bedroom. She listened to her favorite girl in the world Monica as she brushed
her hair. “Cause I love…..kickin it with you….me and you….gettin it on….so baby….slide
a tape in boy…you know…play our song….chillin….ridin to the music….laid back
low…when I’m with you,” she sang somewhere in her own world. She patted her hair dry then pulled it up
into a bun. She sat on the bed and put on her lotion loving the silky feeling
that it provided for her skin. She inhaled deeply continuing to rub it in. She
slipped on some leopard boy shorts and a tank top and her slippers. It was
already hitting on nine o’clock and Jackson hadn’t been upstairs yet. So she
decided to go down to get him.
Seeing him
on the back and he stood smoking a blunt and looking at their backyard. Kenya
went out behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You okay?” she
asked.
“Yeah…you smell good,” he said putting the blunt out. He
turned around looking down at her with that heavy gaze over his eyes. She was
in love all over again. “Come on,” she said taking him by his hand. She led
them upstairs and took control of him. She got him undressed and slowly ran her
manicured hands over his chest. He loved when she took charge. She pushed him
down on the bed and climbed on top straddling him. She gave him nice sweet
kisses slowly making a trail down his abdomen. He looked at her biting his
bottom lip. Kenya slowly pulled down his boxers revealing his manhood. She
looked at it seductively biting her lip. She gave it a couple strokes slowly
replacing her hand with her mouth. “Damn Ken,” Jackson said as the heaviness of
his words and the fact that his gaze gave him all away. She knew the boy was in
love. She went to work ready to bring him pleasure. She owned the bedroom and
was always ready to give him the ride of his life. He slowly pulled her up
ready to get deep inside of her. Jackson rolled them both over and for a minute
he just stared at Kenya. He had done a lot and seen a lot and the fact that she
was still there through it all he was gone be the best damn man he knew he
could be. “I love you….you know that?” he asked slowly inserting himself in
her. His eyes spoke it all. His eyes spilt his heart. “I love you more baby,”
she moaned in his ear. He went as deep as she would possibly allow him to. She
loved her some him. The boy had her head gone. The passion that he bought out
in her was enough to keep her coming back for more. But the fact that she was
watching him evolve and come so far made it that much more worth it. Jackson
made Kenya feel like she was the only girl in the world because now she was to
him and he wanted her to know that she had it hands down. Her body responded to
him as if he were a fire work….it just exploded. Every time he gave it to her
it was like the first time and she would do it again each time.
The next
morning Kenya was paralyzed and out of it. She could barely move. She heard
Jackson moving around and as many times as she tried opening her eyes they just
wouldn’t seem to open. She want to stay cooped up in bed all day but she knew
that she had to get up and get ready for work. “Ken….I thought you said you had
to go to the shop,” Jackson said. He was reading her mind.
“I do….just a few more minutes,” she said still half
sleep. Her bed was so warm and she was so exhausted. “Come on baby….let’s go,”
he said pulling the cover back exposing her naked body. She looked up at him
the cool air hitting her. “You real funny,” she said finally opening her eyes.
Jackson was getting dressed. She got up and slipped on her robe and went to run
a shower. “Where you going anyway?” she asked.
“Make a couple moves….nowhere major.”
“Yeah it’s never nowhere major.”
“It’s not….I’ll be here later.” He gave her a kiss on the
cheek and headed out. Kenya went on to get her day started although she was
really against it.
$$$
Heading to
the city and Jackson picked Rich up first. He was out and on a mission….a
mission to hustle and hustle hard. “Yo nigga vacation over or what?” Rich asked
hopping shot gun in his Hummer that was back in action.
“Yeah….you know it. Grind time nigga.”
“I’m always down for that,” Rich said. He lit the blunt
that Jackson had already in his ashtray.
“I gotta make a stop first at Felix though.” Felix was
their jeweler. The two had known him since they got in the game. They had
copped their first piece of diamonds from him and had never seen anyone else
since then. “Nigga ain’t nobody got time to be chasing no watch fetish. We got
real shit to handle and I gotta be at the crib by six…I gotta go to Michelle
mom’s birthday dinner,” Rich said.
“Nigga ain’t nobody chasing a watch fetish,” Jackson said
as he took 290 to the loop. He was on some other shit. Some for better or for
worse type shit. Some til death do us part.
When they
made into Rosci Diamond there were only a few costumers there. It was family
owned and everyone knew both Jackson and Rich. “Jackson Rich…..my two main
men,” Felix said coming from behind the counter. He was a short fast talking Italian.
He was pretty clean cut and his jewelry was enough to light the room. “Wassup
Felix man?” Rich said and he shook both their hand.
“Nothing…nothing. We gone go shoot some hoops or what?
You always bullshittin….I’ll bust your ass and have your momma calling me
daddy,” he joked. That was him and Rich they joked anytime they saw one another
but it was all in fun and games. “Yo Felix you got that ready for me or what?”
Jackson asked.
“You know I got you…you know I got you. I’m telling you. You’re
going to make her a lucky lady,” Felix said. He took the two to his office
closing the door. He went to his safe grabbing a box to come over and show
Jackson. He took a seat and slowly opened the box staring at the beauty that
looked in his eyes. HE turned it around for both Rich and Jackson to see and
Jackson nodded his head liking what he saw. “A huned K….right there. I’m
telling you before you even make it down the aisle you’re gonna be having two
more kids off this ring along. If I’m lyin I’m flyin and as you can see I
haven’t left my seat,” he said cocky. He knew the ring was the shit. He took
pride in designing rings and right now he was holding it as his most prized
possession. “This mothafucka is bad,” Jackson said taking the ring. He looked at
it and it spoke volumes. It was so Ken. She didn’t ask for much but she
deserved it all and he wasn’t going to come with no shorts. He gave Felix back
the ring and let him get the paperwork together and then he and Rich were out.
Back in
Jackson’s Hummer and Rich wasn’t going to keep quiet about this. He was proud
of him for taking the next step but he wanted to make sure he was on that
because it was gone get real and he knew how Jackson could get. “Yo Jacks….you
sure you ready for this shit?” Rich asked looking over at him.
“Yup….I know what I’m getting myself into and I’m on
that. I know I did a lot been through a lot and a lot of people probably don’t
think I can actually be with one woman but I’m ready. I didn’t do it because
she have Jay, or because she put up with my bullshit or because she stuck
around when I gave her a million reasons to leave. That’s just a extra bonus.
I’m in love with that girl and I’m man enough to admit that she got my heart in
her fucking pocket,” Jackson said. Rich was his homie…his brother…and he could
tell him anything. “Well then my nigga…welcome to the club,” he said as they
dapped out. He was proud of Jackson. He honestly never thought that anyone
would live to see the day.
$$$
After a
long day in the shop and Kenya was over tired. Her feet were hurting and all
she wanted to do was go home take a long bath and maybe have a couple glasses
of champagne. She was beat. As she drove home she talked on the phone with
Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea always seemed to have something going on. Now it was about
Josie who had been her on again off again boo for four years. They were always
down one another throats but could never be without one another. “He just gets
on my damn nerve. Like you laughing but I’m so serious,” she said.
“Sweet Pea…..I wish that ya’ll would just get over it and
get ya’ll shit together like forreal. Damn ya’ll been doing this shit for
years. He mess with her you mess with him ya’ll se each other and ya’ll leave
them to be together. Just put it out there,” Kenya said.
“Girl by….who you fooling. Speaking of the devil this him
texting me. Hold on,” she said.
“Go ahead I’m pulling up to the house now. Call me in the
morning.”
“Okay goodnight, love you.”
“Love you more chick.” Kenya ended the call and pulled
into the garage. She grabbed her purse and headed inside. She could hear the
sound of Donnell Jones Knocks Me Off My Feet and the smell of food lit her
nostrils. The house was lit up from only the candle light and she immediately
got nervous. This was something so new to her. “Am I in the right house,” she
smiled when she saw Jackson.
“I think so,” he smirked giving her a kiss. She looked on
the table and he had made a feast for a King and Queen. Crab legs, steak, seven
layer salad, garlic bread and loaded potatoes. She was in heaven and not to
mention a bottle of Dom Perignon. He was reading her damn mind. Kenya was
unable to fathom the fact that he had done all of this for her. He pulled her
chair out and let her sit then took his seat. He poured them both glass of Dom
and she took a sip immediately to calm her nerves. She could feel that she was
blushing from ear to ear. They made small talk as they ate but Kenya was way
too full off the moment to really eat.
After
dinner and four glasses of champagne Kenya was good and tipsy. Her eyes low and
Jackson led her upstairs. He had rose petals leading to their bedroom and
candles lit to perfection. She looked on stopping when she saw the words Will
You Marry Me spelled out in Rose Petals on the floor. She looked back at him
and down on one knee Jackson took her hand in his first kissing it. He pulled
out the ring and like he had rehearsed he asked her the million dollar question
his heart beating a ten times the normal pace. He had never been so nervous in
all his life. “Will you marry me Kenya?” he asked. She smiled tears coming down
her face. Would she? Hell you she was going to! “Yes….of course,” she said as
he slid the rock on her finger. It was everything and more and it was her. It
was elaborate and it spoke volumes. She pulled him up kissing him passionately.
He had done it his way and she honestly couldn’t ask for it any other way. They
spent hours making sweet passionate love their relationship seemed to be like
wine….it got better with time.
The next
day and Kenya woke up and with the rock and the previous night’s sexapade they
boy deserved breakfast. She got up and went downstairs and made him a feast
made for a king not missing a minute to give everyone a wake up text of a
picture of her rock. Sweet Pea was the first to call. “You’re lying to me!” she
squealed.
“No….I’m engaged bitches.”
“Aw shit you and Shay can have a double wedding!”
“Yeah…you wanna mess up a friendship tell her some shit
like that. Shana ass will drop up like white on rice.”
“Yeah…this is bridezilla. I am so happy for you, I mean
you really deserve it Ken.”
“Thanks babes. Let me call you back though.”
“Okay.” Kenya ended the call and scrambled some eggs as
she heard Jackson up running his water. She had made pancakes, sausage, eggs,
grits, and chocolate milk. She took the food upstairs and as expected Jackson
was back in the bed watching ESPN Zone. “Damn….breakfast in bed? I need to
propose every day,” he joked.
“Haha very funny.” She took a seat joining him. They ate
together and Kenya got the house back in order and got dressed to go get Jay.
He had been with TiTI and Nana way to long. She missed him. “Make sure your
dressed around eight. I’m going to take you out tonight to celebrate,” Jackson
said. She nodded as he gave her a kiss and headed out.
Finally
dressed in a simple BCBG Max Azaria romper and Tory Burch flip flops Kenya was
pulling up to TiTi house to get Jay. They sat on the porch eating snow cones
from the candy store down the block. “Look who’s here. Where’s mommy big
baby….come give me all your kisses Jackson,” Kenya said to Jay who was in his
walker. He heard her voice and went crazy. She walked up the stairs and went
over to grab him. She planted kisses all over his chubby cheeks. Nana and TiTi
sat on the swing looking on. It was a nice day to sit out and enjoy the end of
summer air. “You know what we want to see,” TiTi said as Kenya sat in a nearby
chair. She held her hand out and they looked on in awe. They were very happy
for her. “It’s beautiful for a beautiful girl,” Nana said kissing Kenya cheeks.
“Thanks Nana,” she smiled.
“Lord two down and two more to go….Autumn and Sweet Pea.
I always said those two were going to be the last two,” TiTi laughed. She had
said it since they were younger that Sweet Pea and Autumn would marry last.
“It’s beautiful Kenya. Now since you always said you wanted a destination
wedding I was thinking maybe Rio de Janeiro or St. Lucia.”
“I don’t know TiTi….we got time to plan. We not getting
married tomorrow.”
“Well why put off for tomorrow what you can do today,”
she said. They all laughed. They were overly excited. They talked for hours
about wedding talk and it only made Kenya that much more excited to get things
started.
When they
got in later that evening Kenya bathed Jay and dressed him in a all-white Gucci
linen short set and on his feet a fresh white pair of air force ones. He was
out like a light before she could get him clothes completely. She showered and
decided on a black double split maxi skirt, a red crop top, and on her feet she
rocked six inch studded peep toe Louboutin spiked silver heels. She pulled her
hair into a bun and did very soft makeup. She looked absolutely flawless. She
honestly couldn’t ask for more. She was happy and healthy and that was all that
mattered.
As eight
o’clock approached Kenya tried calling Jackson. She hadn’t talked to him all
day and he hadn’t even come in to change. She didn’t get a answer and figuring
that maybe he was just being a little late she didn’t sweat it until it got
later and later and Jay grew hungry and fussy. By nine she had fixed him
something to eat and got him dressed for bed. She had called Jackson back to
back but all to no avail. She lay with Jay on her chest watching as the clock
struck ten. She was in a mix of emotions not knowing if she should be pissed or
worried. The phone ringing snapped her out of her trance. She looked over and
it was Rich calling the house phone. She knew that something was wrong. Rich
never ever called the house phone. “Hello,” she answered placing the phone up
to her ear.
“Wassup Ken,” he said.
“Rich….” She began uneasy.
“He got knocked….he told me to call to let you know,” he
said. Her heart sunk. She was grateful that he was okay but here it was it
hadn’t even been a good twenty four hours and already shit was brewing…this was
the life she was taking on.
