Chapter Seven

JACKIE 

My blood boiled with rage and jealousy. So if I hadn’t come in when I did, Keith would have had his way with that bitch.

She was in the exact position I wanted to be, desperately; bent below Keith Von Quavo, with my lips wrapped around his huge cock.

Keith didn’t know this, but I had seen his cock in its glory.

More than once.

I had watched him when he didn’t know I was, and wished every single time that he could slide into me and pound me ruthlessly until I climaxed. 

Keith had the sexiest cock I had ever laid my eyes on, and someday, it would all be mine. He would plunge into me while I moaned his name, and afterwards, I would swallow his cum.

“Jackie,” Keith snapped, bringing me back to reality.

My nipples tightened with arousal, and I craved for Keith’s firm fingers to squeeze them tightly. I wanted to experience that bittersweet taste of pain and pleasure.

“Have you even been listening?” Keith asked me.

My head was so filled with illicit thoughts and imaginations of Keith that I couldn’t fathom what he was saying.

“Listening to what?” I asked dumbly.

Keith hissed in irritation.

“You dragged me out here but can’t even concentrate?” Keith asked.

I bet he was pissed off and irritated simply because I stopped him from fucking that little girl’s brains out when it should have been me.

“Is this a joke or something?” Keith asked further, getting more and more pissed and irritated.

“No, it’s not,” I responded.

I had to say something without sounding like an idiot.

“Then where the fuck is your mind?” He asked me.

“It’s right here,” I answered.

“You know what, let’s just get to the institution. I can’t deal with all this right now,” Keith said.

Well, it was better for me, because then it would give me the change to wish and daydream about Keith without interruption.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

The more I thought about her, the angrier I became. I had never been jealous of any woman that Keith fucks around with, because I knew that it was never serious. He was allowed to exercise his dick, but I owned it.

I owned it, and soon enough, it would be a reality.

I couldn’t ask Keith anything about her, because he obviously wouldn’t respond to it. I tried in his study, but he wasn’t playing along. Keith claimed that he had never told me about his personal business, but he lied. On the contrary, he had never been discreet about it.

So why was she different?

What was so special about her that he wouldn’t answer a single question about her?

Keith and I had not just been business partners for years, but also close friends. I always felt that after screwing half of the women to his satisfaction, we would end up together.

That was how it worked, right?

I had seen it play out several times before. Two close friends always end up together. After being with other people, they would come to realize that there was no one else for them other than the friend who has been in their lives all along.

Keith would not be different, and I would not allow a girl young enough to be in college come in and take what’s rightfully mine.

I had to cut short my thoughts when we arrived at the institute, run by Keith and I. 

Von Quavo had set it up originally, and when expansion came, he bequeathed it to us. Actually, Keith’s ideas and hard work had caused it to expand in ways that Von never expected. He wanted to swindle Keith when it became intense, and there was some sort of misunderstanding. At that time, I was away on training, so I didn’t really know what occurred in detail. 

By the time I got back, I simply believed that it had been resolved, especially when Von officially handed it over to Keith and me. People rumored that it was my connection and relation with Von that made him include me in it, but I know that I have also been hardworking.

We met Saint Alexander waiting for us.

“Thank God you got here right on time. I was beginning to worry,” Saint said.

“You could have called,” Keith said stiffly.

Like he picked mine. 

He probably wouldn’t have answered Saint’s call because he was busy with that young girl.

“Jackie assured me that she was going to come here with you,” Saint said to defend himself.

Keith stormed into the institute, and I knew that this was him swinging into action already.

Saint turned to follow Keith but I stopped him by grabbing his hand.

“I have questions,” I said stiffly.

“About Keith?” Saint asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

Saint sniggered.

“I knew it…it always has to be about Keith with you,” he said lightly. “I don’t know why you keep denying to yourself when we all know that you are madly in love with him,” Saint added.

“I am not in love with him,” I snapped.

It was a lie, but Saint was Keith’s best friend, and I didn’t want to complicate things between Keith and I until I was sure about how Keith felt about me.

“Who is she?” I asked Saint tightly.

He smirked but didn’t say exactly what was in his mind.

“I bet you asked Keith and he didn’t say, right?” Saint asked me.

I didn’t like how lightly Saint was handling this. Deep down, I felt that there was something I should be worried about going on, or about to go on, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like things getting out of my control.

“Don’t play this stupid game with me,” I cautioned Saint. “Tell me who she is, right now!” I demanded from him.

“Mia Artwoods,” Saint simply said, but that wasn’t enough for me.

“Who is she to Keith?” I asked him.

“I don’t think I have the right answer to that, but if he bought her from the sex house for one hundred and fifty million, then you should be worried,” Saint revealed.

I thought I was going to pass out right there and then.

What did I just hear?!