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Jennifer exhaled. She wasn't used to feeling this vulnerable, but she knew she had to be honest.
"I was scared," she admitted. "Not just of the whole ‘you and seven women' thing. I was scared of how you make me feel. I was scared of how much I wanted you, and how easy it was to let myself go with you. And when I realized what I'd done, I panicked, and instead of owning that, instead of just... admitting it, I turned it on you."
Jalen's jaw tensed slightly, but he still didn't speak.
Jennifer licked her lips, shifting her weight. "I told myself for years that I'd never be one of those women who let herself fall. I told myself I'd never lose control." She scoffed at herself. "And then I met you, and I lost control in the backseat of my own damn car."
Jalen let out a short breath through his nose, his gaze flicking away for a moment.
"I stayed on top of you, Jalen," Jennifer whispered now. "I knew what I was doing. I didn't stop it, because I didn't want to stop it." She swallowed, eyes locking onto his. "And when I realized that? When I realized how much I wanted it? I freaked out, and I blamed you."
Silence. Jalen's face was unreadable, but his eyes... they weren't as cold now.
Jennifer inhaled deeply, pushing past the lump in her throat. "You didn't deserve that, and I don't expect you to just forgive me right now. I just needed you to know the truth."
A long, heavy pause settled between them.
Jalen finally shifted, his arms uncrossing as he exhaled. "Why now?" he asked. His voice was calm, but firm. "Why are you here now?"
Jennifer hesitated. What should she say?
Because I missed you. Because I can't stop thinking about you. Because I don't want to be afraid anymore.
"...Because I don't want to lose you," she admitted softly. "And I was afraid I already had. Part of the reason I waited so long to come here is because I was ashamed of myself for how I treated you. You changed my life, Jalen, and now... when you're not in it... life feels empty and cold."
Jalen studied her for a long moment, his deep brown eyes searching hers, peeling back the layers of her words. Finally, after what felt like forever, he spoke.
"I was really hurt by what you said that day, Jennifer." His voice was low, but steady. "I don't think you understand just how much."
Jennifer's stomach twisted. "I know," she said, voice barely above a whisper.
Jalen ran a hand over his jaw. He sighed. "I want to believe you."
Jennifer felt a pang in her chest at his words.
"But?" she prompted.
Jalen looked at her, his expression raw. "But I don't know if I can trust you not to push me away again."
That hit her like a gut punch.
"I won't," she said quickly, stepping toward him. "I swear, I—"
Jalen held up a hand, stopping her. "Don't make promises you aren't sure you can keep," he said gently. "Not to me."
Jennifer shut her mouth. Jalen sighed again, softer this time. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, as if trying to think. Finally, he dropped his hand and looked back at her.
"I need time, Jennifer ."
Jennifer nodded, but her heart squeezed painfully. She hated this.
"...Okay."
Jalen nodded slightly. "I appreciate you coming here, and I hear you... but I need some time. And I can't promise I'll be able to let this go."
Jennifer swallowed against the lump in her throat. "I understand."
Silence stretched between them again.
"...Will you let me know when you're ready to talk again?" she asked, voice small.
Jalen hesitated, then gave a single nod. "Yeah."
Jennifer nodded too, then slowly stepped back toward the door. She didn't want to go, but she also knew she had to.
She reached for the handle, then paused. She turned back.
"For what it's worth," she said softly, "I really hope you can trust me again one day."
Jalen met her gaze. He said nothing. Jennifer nodded once, then turned and walked out the door. Jalen stood there for a long time after she left. Thinking.
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Jennifer got in her car and it took everything she had to fight off tears. She felt so horrible.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her perfectly manicured red nails pressing into the leather as she fought against the sting in her eyes. She took a shaky breath and exhaled slowly, trying to steady the storm of emotions raging inside her. Jalen had every right to be guarded with her now. He had every right to question her intentions and hesitate before letting her back in, and yet... it still hurt.
She turned the key in the ignition, but made no move to shift gears. Instead, she just sat there, staring blankly ahead, the lump in her throat growing tighter by the second. She had spent her whole life running. Running from love, from vulnerability, from any situation where she wasn't in complete control. Jalen had been the one man who saw through her and made her feel like she didn't have to run, and then she had run anyway. Jennifer shut her eyes and pressed the heels of her hands against them, willing herself not to break down. Not here. Not now..., but the pain was real. The weight of regret sat heavy in her chest. She didn't know if Jalen would ever fully forgive her or truly trust her again.
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The following Sunday night, Jennifer did her usual performance as Jessica Robinson at the Ice and Flame Club. She was noticeably more subdued in her performance. Despite this, she was still undeniably stunning as usual. She wore another strapless sparkling dress, bright pink this time, that hugged her curves and had long splits to show off her toned legs. She had her usual complement of flawless makeup, including her signature purple eye shadow and red lipstick. She completed her look with a pair of sparkling pink patent leather, Christian Louboutin So Kate high-heeled pumps. The audience of course had no idea where her head was truly at. She still felt sad about her situation with Jalen and her feelings were bordering on despair.
She was about halfway through her song when her eyes scanned the back of the room and they landed on a broad shouldered black man....
JALEN.
He was there. He was actually sitting there watching her, looking as fine as ever in a dark grey blazer, white buttoned down shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes. His silver watch reflected from the lights and he had a fresh haircut. Jennifer never in a million years would have thought he'd come tonight given everything that's happened and how much she'd hurt him.
The second she saw him, her breath caught in her throat. She almost missed a lyric in the middle of her song, something that had never happened before. Her signature sultry confidence wavered just for a fraction of a second, but she recovered quickly, at least on the surface. Inside, though, her heart was pounding. Jalen was really here. It felt like a miracle. His expression was unreadable, but the fact that he came at all meant everything.
She tried to maintain her composure, but her performance was different now. It wasn't just a show for the crowd, it was for him. Every lyric, every movement, every longing glance was unintentional yet deeply intentional at the same time. As she reached the last verse of her song, her gaze found him again, and this time...he smiled.
Damn him. That small, knowing smile sent a rush of emotions through her: annoyance, excitement, relief, desire. She knew exactly what he was doing. He was making her feel what he had felt: uncertainty, longing, that frustrating, undeniable pull toward something bigger than herself. The song ended, the applause filled the club, but Jennifer barely registered any of it.
Her eyes were locked on Jalen. She needed to talk to him. Now.
She turned quickly, exiting the stage and heading straight for her dressing room. If Jalen wanted to talk to her then he knew where to find her, and damn it...She was praying he would.
As if he knew perfectly well that she was dying to talk to him, several minutes later, there was a knock on her dressing room door and sure enough, it was Jalen. Jessica was determined to show him that she's done being scared of choosing him.
Jalen stepped into the dressing room, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. Jessica knew she looked stunning, but this time, she wasn't dressing for anyone but herself. She had made her decision. No more running. No more fear.
Jalen shut the door behind him, leaning against it, arms crossed, waiting. He wasn't going to make this easy for her, and honestly, he shouldn't.
Jessica took a breath, steadying herself before speaking.
"I was scared," she said again as she had said before at his apartment. "Scared of what you made me feel, scared of how much I wanted you, and I lashed out at you because of my own fears, and that wasn't fair. You deserved better."
Jalen didn't respond, just watching her, listening, and letting her say what she needed to say. She stepped closer, the click of her heels the only sound in the room.
"I've been living in two worlds for so long. Jennifer Rollins, the girl who wanted control, who thought keeping people at arm's length was the only way to survive, and Jessica Robinson, the fantasy, the persona I created so I could feel powerful, so I could be untouchable."
Jalen's expression softened just slightly, but he still didn't interrupt. Jessica took another step forward, now inches from him.
"But I don't want to live like that anymore," she whispered. "I don't want to keep running from myself, or from you."
Jalen finally spoke, his voice low and careful. "What are you saying?"
She looked up at him, eyes full of certainty.
"I'm saying I choose you. If you'll still have me."
Jalen studied her, as if searching for any sign of hesitation, but for the first time, there was none. Jessica reached for his hand, placing it over her heart so he could feel the truth of her words.
"I'm not just Jennifer Rollins and I'm not just Jessica Robinson. They are both me, which is why from now on my name will officially be Jessica Rollins. I'm going to change it legally.
She placed a hand on his face. I, Jessica Rollins, love you, Jalen. More than anything."
Jalen exhaled, his shoulders finally relaxing, as if he had been holding in all the pain, all the uncertainty, all the frustration until this very moment. Then, with no more hesitation between them, he pulled her in.
Their lips met in a deep, searing kiss, one that tasted of passion, forgiveness, and the promise of something unbreakable. Jalen's hands gripped Jessica's waist, pulling her flush against him, and she melted into him, her perfectly manicured red nails threading through his short hair. She moaned softly against his lips, the heat between them rising fast. Jalen pressed her back against the dressing room wall, his hands roaming over her curves, his touch hungry, needy.
Jessica had never wanted someone like this before, not just physically, but completely. She tugged at his blazer, pushing it off his shoulders, and he let it fall to the floor. His hands slid down, gripping the hem of her sequined dress and hiking it up, revealing smooth, bare skin.
"You sure about this?" Jalen murmured against her lips, his breathing heavy.
Jessica gave him a smile, eyes filled with fire. "I wouldn't have said all that just to send you home with blue balls, Moss."
Jalen chuckled darkly. "Fair enough."
His mouth trailed along her jaw, down her neck, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses that sent shivers down her spine. She gasped as his hands found her breasts, cupping them over the fabric of her dress before reaching behind her to unzip it. Once the zipper had been slowly pulled all the way down, Jessica let it fall at her feet, and she stepped out of it gracefully, leaving her in nothing but her matching pink lace panties and her sparkling pink heels. Jalen groaned at the sight of her.
"You're so damn beautiful," he muttered, his hands roaming over her soft, warm skin, appreciating every inch.
Jessica reached for his belt, unbuckling it in a swift motion. Jalen kicked off his slacks and boxers in one go, his thick, rock-hard cock springing free. Jessica licked her red lips as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly, teasingly.
Jalen sucked in a sharp breath. "Jessica..."
"Shh," she whispered, kissing his collarbone, his chest, her lips traveling lower. Jalen relaxed as she softly kissed her way down his body, leaving red lipstick marks the whole way down as sunk to her knees.
Jessica's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly and deliberately. Her long lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, lips parted with that signature mix of sultry confidence and raw vulnerability.
"I missed this," she whispered, her voice low and smoky. "Missed you."
Jalen let out a strained breath, one hand finding the back of her head, his fingers gently tangling in her soft hair. He didn't guide her. He didn't have to. She was in control now, reclaiming what she'd once run from, but this time, with purpose.
She leaned in and ran the flat of her tongue up his shaft in one long, teasing stroke, her lipstick leaving a faint trail of red against his skin. Jalen's hips twitched, his head tilting back as he exhaled sharply through his nose.
"Goddamn..."
She smiled softly, lips brushing the tip, then took him into her mouth slowly and deliberately until her lips met her fist. Her throat flexed slightly as she took more, eyes never breaking contact with his. That connection, that intensity, it was damn near spiritual.
Jalen's other hand found her shoulder, gripping gently, not to push, but to ground himself.
"Jessica..." he groaned, eyes heavy-lidded now. "Fuck!"
She didn't stop. She just went deeper and slower. Her other hand massaged the base while her mouth worked up and down, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled back only to sink again, wetter, warmer, more focused. This wasn't just about pleasure, it was an offering. A vow. It was her way of saying, I'm not scared of you anymore. I'm not scared of us.
The sound of wet, rhythmic suction filled the dressing room, echoing between moans and sharp breaths. Jalen was trembling slightly now, abs clenched tight as he fought the urge to finish too fast. Jessica's tongue worked lower, slow and methodical, as she teased his balls with soft flicks and wet kisses. She cradled them in her hand with practiced tenderness, her other hand still stroking his shaft, which was slick, throbbing, and twitching under her touch.
Jalen's breath hitched. "Shit, Jess..."
His voice was ragged now, deeper, more primal. He looked down at her on her knees in those pink heels, lips glistening, eyes half-lidded with hunger, and nearly lost control right then and there.
Jessica looked up at him and smiled wickedly, her lips swollen and red from her work. "You remember how I said I missed you?" she asked, her voice sultry and breathless.
Jalen nodded, jaw tight.
"I'm gonna make up for every second I wasted running away from you."
Before he could answer, she took him back in, this time deeper and smoother. She relaxed her throat, letting him glide farther, lips stretching wide around the base of his shaft. Her nose brushed his pelvis, and she held him there for a beat, savoring his groan as his fingers clenched in her hair. When she pulled back, a long, glistening trail of saliva connected her mouth to the tip. She stroked him slowly with both hands now, alternating pressure while her tongue circled his crown with practiced finesse. Jessica licked her lips, tasting him.
Jalen's hips twitched again. "Fuck, Jessica..."
Then suddenly Jessica switched it up. She pulled back.
"Come here," she said, voice sultry but steady. "Lay back."
Jalen hesitated only a second, then crossed the room and sank into the plush chair near the adjacent wall. Jessica followed and shifted to straddle his lap, breasts bare, glistening from a light sheen of sweat and desire. He reached for her waist, but she pushed his hands down to his sides.
"No. Let me take care of you."
She slid down his thighs just enough to position herself between his legs again, but this time, she didn't use her mouth. She wrapped her large, round, perfect breasts around him. They were warm, soft, and full. She gently pressed them together, enveloping his thick, twitching cock between them.
Jalen's jaw dropped slightly. "Jessica..."
She leaned forward, licking her lips as she watched him pulse between her cleavage. She moved slowly, letting the warmth of her skin and the slickness from earlier do the work.
Up... down. Up... down.
"Just relax," she cooed, voice like velvet, as her tits massaged every inch of him.
Her nipples brushed his hips with each pass, hardened from lust and cool air. Her eyes never left his face, drinking in every flicker of pleasure, every little twitch in his abs, and every ragged breath that escaped his lips.
"Your dick feels good," she murmured, pushing her breasts tighter around him, rocking her body just enough to intensify the pressure.
The sounds that filled the room were primal. Jalen emitted low groans, enjoying the feeling of the wet slide of her skin against his, and hearing the sound of the faint creak of the vanity chair under his flexed thighs. Jessica smiled as she saw his head fall back, muscles tightening beneath her. She leaned up and kissed his neck, still working his length between her chest, her rhythm perfect. Her hands pressed her breasts together even tighter, faster, her pace quickening as her tongue traced the shell of his ear.
As she worked him, she debated in her head where she wanted him to cum, and she ultimately decided that she wanted to drink him when she finally unraveled him. She could feel it. The tension in his thighs, the way his cock twitched in her breasts, the subtle tremble in his breathing. He was close.
Jessica let go of her breasts. Jalen looked down, surprised, but didn't say anything. She brushed her hair out of the way before grabbing the base of his cock and leaning down. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive head with slow, deliberate circles, then slid him back into her mouth with a guttural hum that vibrated down his entire length. Jalen's head fell back and he leaned completely on the vanity behind him, a low, broken growl ripping from his throat.
"Fuck... Jessica—baby, I—"
She neither stopped nor let him finish. Her mouth was locked onto him like a promise and her hands, those immaculate, manicured, ruthless hands, were stroking and massaging him in perfect sync with every suck, every glide, every moan.
Jalen's fingers grabbed her hair and tightened, his abs flexing under the strain. "Shit! I'm about to—"
That's when Jessica looked up again right into his eyes, and swallowed him deeper than before. Her nose brushed his skin. Her throat flexed. She held him there, moaning softly around his shaft.
And that was it. Jalen's entire body tensed.
"Jessica—shit—I'm cumming—"
She didn't move or back off. She stayed locked onto him, letting him release down her throat in heavy, pulsing waves. He grunted through gritted teeth, his muscles twitching, legs nearly buckling from the force of it.
Jessica took every drop. Every. Damn. Drop. Only when she felt him start to soften slightly did she finally pull back, lips parting with a wet pop. A glistening strand of saliva still connected her lips to his tip as she slowly rose to her feet. Her lipstick was completely smudged. Her eyes were hooded. Her breath was slightly ragged, and she looked like a goddamn goddess that had just conquered her throne. Jalen was still trying to catch his breath, chest heaving, hand still half-limp in her hair. His cock was now a reddish brown color thanks to Jessica and her lipstick. He looked at her like he wasn't sure if he should thank her, drop to his knees, or kiss the hell out of her. Jessica smiled, grabbing a tissue off the nearby vanity and dabbing her mouth delicately. Then she leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear.
"That was for last time. The next one?" Her hand slid down and gave him a playful squeeze. "That one's for me."
Jalen let out a deep, satisfied exhale, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You really don't play fair."
Jessica's eyes sparkled. "I don't need to."
She turned and walked toward the vanity, hips swaying, leaving him to recover. She wasn't just showing up for him. She was claiming what was hers.
Jalen did his best to catch his breath, while his shirt clung to his chest from the heat of what just happened. He looked up and saw Jessica walking away like she didn't just pull his soul out through his dick. She glanced back over her shoulder, and that look alone nearly made him hard again. Challenge accepted. Jalen sat there for about five more minutes until, finally, he felt ready.
By then, Jessica was at the vanity still in just her panties and heels, wiping some of the saliva, smudged lipstick, and sweat off her. She then began to reapply her red lipstick. She looked at Jalen through the mirror and gave him a devilish smile as she did.
"Turn around," Jalen finally said, standing up, his voice low, dark, and full of purpose.
Jessica froze. That tone... It lit her up from the inside out.
She turned slowly, her red lips curling into a smiling again. "What now?"
Jalen crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her like she weighed nothing and carried her to the door. Jessica gasped as her back hit the dressing room door with a soft thud, her pink heels dangling in the air.
"You think I'm done with you?" he growled, his eyes locked on hers.
"I was hoping you weren't," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She could already feel his thick cock and getting hard again, pressing between her thighs.
Jalen leaned in, kissing her hard, deep, messy. Their teeth clashed. Tongues fought. Her fingers clawed at his shirt as he used his body to pin her tight against the door. One of his hands slid down, grabbed her ass, while the other anchored behind her thigh, holding her in place with obscene strength.
Then, without warning, he reached down and tore her panties clean off.
Jessica gasped. "Jalen—"
"Shhh," he murmured against her mouth, lining himself up with no hesitation. "I said I needed time. You just earned it back."
He slid into her in one smooth, devastating stroke.
Jessica cried out, her head hitting the door behind her. "Oh—fuck—"
He was stretching her in the most deliciously sinful way. Her heels pressed into his back as he buried himself to the hilt, the stretch sudden, deep, and perfect. She wasn't ready—but somehow, she was.
"Look at me," he said through gritted teeth.
Jessica opened her eyes, locking onto his as he started to thrust. Hard, slow, and purposeful. Every motion lifted her slightly off the door, her back scraping gently against the wood as he anchored her there with sheer force.
Jalen grunted, driving into her with raw rhythm. "You wanna come back into my life?" Thrust.
"Yes—" she gasped. "Jalen, I—"
"You show me," he growled, each word punctuated by another thrust that made her see stars. "You fucking show me."
Her wetness made it sloppy, loud, and carnal. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her, pleasure boiling just beneath the surface, begging to break. Jessica was unraveling, legs shaking, arms clutching his shoulders, lipstick smeared even more from the kiss they'd just broken. Her moans filled the room, broken and desperate, riding the edge between overwhelmed and addicted.
Her head fell forward, forehead to his. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop..."
"I'm not going anywhere," Jalen panted, grinding into her with deep strokes that made her entire body quake. "Not until I feel that pussy squeeze me again."
"Jalen—God—baby—I'm—" Her eyes rolled back, body trembling hard against him.
He suddenly felt the way her walls started to flutter, tighten, pulse around. His rhythm didn't slow. It got rougher, deeper, and more relentless. He grabbed her hips and fucked her into that door like it was the only way she'd believe him.
Jessica screamed, not from pain, not even just from pleasure, but from the emotional overload of it all. From the feeling of being claimed, owned, wanted, forgiven and wrecked all in the same moment.
"I love you," she gasped, crying into his shoulder. "I fucking love you."
Jalen groaned into her neck, biting down just enough to make her whimper. "Say it again."
"I love you. I love you. I love you—"
And that's when Jalen lost it. His thrusts turned erratic, savage, possessive.
"Jalen, I want it! Cum in me!" She cried out.
He came inside her with a guttural moan, pressing her so hard into the door she thought it might break off the hinges. Jessica pulled him into a searing, moaning tongue kiss as Jalen's semen once again shot out of his dick, but this time landing inside of her pussy, thoroughly coating the walls and eventually seeping out of her entrance.
Jessica's body convulsed around him, her own climax rolling in waves, crashing again and again as she clenched him tight.
Then they stilled and finally pulled their mouths apart. For a long moment, neither of them moved. It was just heavy breathing, tangled limbs, and the sound of her heels clinking softly against the door as her legs trembled in the aftermath. Jalen eventually pulled back enough to look her in the eyes.
"I love you too, and you're all mine now," he whispered.
Jessica, still breathless, cupped his face and smiled.
"I always was."
Jessica then chuckled softly, still catching her breath as she nuzzled into Jalen's neck. The weight of what had just happened wasn't lost on her. She had finally let go of her fears, let herself love him the way she had been holding back for so long. Jalen kissed the top of her head, his arms still wrapped securely around her. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, and it matched his own.
She looked at him with those mesmerizing green eyes. "So... what now?"
Jalen smiled, brushing a strand of red hair from her face. "Now? You officially join the chaos that is my life."
Jessica laughed. "Oh, trust me, I've been watching from the sidelines long enough. I'm ready."
Jalen tilted her chin up and kissed her again, slow and lingering. "Then let's go home."
Jessica blinked. "Home?"
He smiled. "Yeah. Our home."
Jessica's breath hitched again. No man had ever said that to her before. No man had ever wanted her like this, completely, and now there was no question in her mind that she had made the right choice.
She laced her fingers with his. "Take me there, then."
Jalen grinned. "With pleasure, Ms. Rollins."
Jessica smiled at the sound of her real last name. As they gathered their clothes and slipped back into reality, she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. Peace. She was finally where she belonged.
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That night at 3 am. Jalen and Jessica were cuddled up together both naked and sound asleep. Jessica was nestled in his chest sleeping peacefully.
Jalen was then woken up by a shift in the air. He blinked groggily, his body still warm from the closeness of Jessica's sleeping form. The room was dark except for a faint, unnatural glow that filled the space. He didn't have to guess who it was.
The Beyonder stood before him, his presence otherworldly as ever, yet somehow... pleased.
"Congratulations, Jalen." His voice echoed, though it barely disturbed the silence of the room. "It is done."
Jalen swallowed, his mind still foggy from sleep but now sharp with realization. He knew what this meant. He felt it.
Jessica was pregnant, or at least she'd become pregnant as a result of the epic sex they had in her dressing room earlier.
Just like Sydney, Kristen, Megan, Rachel, Karla, Heidi, and Chrysti. Eight women. Eight children. The prophecy was fulfilled.
Jalen let out a breath, careful not to wake Jessica, his arms instinctively pulling her closer. He felt the weight of it now. The magnitude of what had just been sealed.
"So that's it then?" Jalen asked in a hushed tone. "You just... disappear now? No more cryptic guidance?"
The Beyonder smiled. "You never needed me to guide you, Jalen. You only needed to trust yourself. And you did. You have loved these women honestly, cared for them selflessly, and stood by them unwaveringly. You are the man I knew you were meant to be."
Jalen ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply. "I still don't know if I can do this, man. Eight women. Eight kids. I—"
"You can and you will." The Beyonder interrupted, stepping closer. "Because you already are."
Jalen met his gaze, searching for any trace of doubt in the Beyonder's expression. There was none. Only certainty.
The Beyonder gave a slight nod. "Now it's up to you to continue being the man you've always been. A man who loves fiercely, protects, and rises to every challenge."
Jalen sighed, shaking his head with a smirk. "You ever gonna explain why all this had to happen?"
The Beyonder chuckled. "Perhaps one day. But for now... live... love... and lead."
And just like that... he was gone.
Jalen stared at the empty space where he stood, his mind racing, his heart pounding.
Jessica stirred slightly in her sleep, murmuring softly as she nuzzled deeper into his chest. Jalen looked down at her, watching the gentle rise and fall of her breath.
All of it was real. The prophecy may have been fulfilled, but his journey was just beginning. Jalen took a deep breath, his resolve settling. No more doubts or hesitation. He would be there for all of them. For his eight children and his eight loves.
Because he was Jalen Moss, and this was the life he was meant to live.
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Two weeks later, Jalen stood in the center of his living room, his heart pounding. The seven women, Sydney, Kristen, Megan, Rachel, Karla, Heidi, and Chrysti, sat around him, some on the couch, others in chairs, all looking at him expectantly. The energy in the room was warm, familiar, but also laced with curiosity. Jalen had asked them all to gather at his apartment because he had something very important to share with each of them. Now they were all here.
He took a breath. It was time.
"First, I just want to say... I love each and every one of you," Jalen began, his deep voice steady but full of emotion. "I know I tell you all the time, but I don't think I can ever say it enough."
There were small smiles, glances exchanged.
"You all came into my life in ways I never expected," he continued, "but somehow, I knew... I knew that you were meant to be here. That we were meant to be together."
The room was silent, all eyes locked on him.
Jalen exhaled. "That being said... I need to introduce you to someone."
A ripple of confusion passed through the women.
Jalen turned his head slightly toward the hallway leading to his bedroom. "Come on out."
There was the sound of heels clicking on the floor, and then Jessica Rollins emerged.
The moment she appeared, there was an immediate shift in energy. The women took her in seeing her long, voluminous red hair, her striking green eyes, and the way she carried herself with a mixture of elegance and hesitation. She wore a fitted deep blue dress, and her signature Christian Louboutin heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor.
She looked... nervous.
Jalen reached out his hand, and Jessica took it, stepping fully into the room.
"This is Jessica," Jalen said. "And like all of you, she's carrying my child."
A stunned silence filled the room.
Jessica felt every set of eyes on her. It was a strange feeling, standing before seven other women, all connected by one man in a way that was unconventional, even insane by normal standards.
Then, Megan smirked. "Damn, Jalen. You really just couldn't stop at seven, huh?"
That broke the tension.
Kristen chuckled, shaking her head. "I should have known there was another one."
Sydney, ever the warm presence, was the first to truly welcome Jessica. She smiled, standing up and walking over to her. "Jessica, it's nice to meet you," she said genuinely. "Jalen obviously cares about you a lot."
Jessica blinked. "You're... not mad?"
Rachel tilted her head. "Why would we be? He didn't cheat on anyone. We all knew what this was."
Karla crossed her arms. "Honestly, at this point, it would have been more shocking if there wasn't another one."
Jessica exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing.
They were... accepting her.
Jalen squeezed her hand before turning back to the group. His expression grew more serious.
"This is it," he said firmly. "Fate brought me to each of you, and I know now, without a doubt, that you are the eight women I'm meant to be with. There won't be anyone else. It's y'all and only y'all."
His words hung in the air, and for a moment, all the women simply looked at him.
And then... somehow... they just believed him.
They felt it. This wasn't just something Jalen was saying to pacify them. It was the truth.
Chrysti was the first to nod. "I believe you."
Megan grinned. "Yeah, but that means you better not pull a ‘surprise number nine' on us."
Heidi smirked. "You're locked in now, Moss."
One by one, each woman voiced their acceptance. Not just of Jessica, but of all of it.
Jessica, still holding Jalen's hand, felt a warmth she hadn't expected. She had been terrified of this moment, of rejection, and of feeling like an outsider in a world that already had a rhythm, a bond. Now, however,... she realized something...
She was home.
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