Arti And Jamal Novels & Stories

The call ended. I stared at the phone long after, my reflection staring back at me...tired, furious, unsure. I hated that another man even had a place in this story. Hated that Cierra’s past was now standing between us, breathing. *** Jamal arrived like he belonged nowhere and everywhere at once. Leather jacket. Sharp eyes. That careless confidence men wore when they’d never been held accountable for anything. He scanned the corridor, spotted me, and smirked. “So you’re him,” he said. “The guy playing savior.”

I asked. “Last time you were here you warned us about Damien. And you walked out. So what do you want now” Jamal looked frustrated. “I just want to talk for real. And sort things out” he said. “Sort what out” I asked. “We have nothing to sort out. Go about your day” He opened his mouth to respond again. Kai finally spoke. “You heard her man. Not today” Kai said. His voice was calm at first. Cold. Controlled.

“You can call him and tell him that I’m interested.” A wide smile plastered across Jamal’s face. “Good.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Are you happy now?” He nodded, pulling me into a warm embrace. “Yes.” I bit my inner lips to stop myself from smiling as I gently pushed him away. “You’re sweaty. Go and take a shower before you hug me.” “Fair enough.” He laughed as he let go of me. “Are you leaving today?” Jamal nodded. “Yes, I have to go back home to prepare for my California event.”

"What I can't take is your unreasonable reaction right now. It's always been clear what you have to do. Get Jordy out of the way. Be the Alpha. Bring the honor back home. Isn't that why you had to reject Jordy as your mate?" "You have no idea how much I regret doing that," Jamal said. "It's been hell for me since that night. I act like I'm okay but I'm slowly dying deep down, and it's all because I became a pawn in your twisted game!" "You're not the pawn, son. You're the one who's going to checkmate this game. But that's all going to happen if you get your head straight. You don't have to be okay to do what you have to do. Hell, I'm not okay either. But here I am, working my ass off to get