Hello

It's 1 am, yes.

But I'm here. Enjoy.

I didn't like the rapid change in A'raya's behavior. She was maturing, not that it was bad, but it was a little too quick. She's doing her homework on time, she's not on her phone twenty-four-seven, she's being responsible for once in her life, even packing my own damn suitcase for me, her diary was thrown in the trash, and she's reading in the airplane.

I'm baffled.

She's so much of the opposite of what she used to be. She's not talking so damn much, either...I missed the old her.

It's because of Leslie's death...I know that.

I thought the whole group dropped Leslie a while back, but now I'm hearing of an abusive boyfriend who's the supposed suspect.

"A'raya, talk to me."

She sighed. "What do you want me to say?"

I shrugged. "You used to talk so much," I admitted.

"Zane," she shook her head. "I'm not happy, we..." her voice broke. "Leslie's an orphan; I remember this conversation she had with me; all she wanted was to be loved and cherished. Even though Jason was abusive, he gave her the bare minimum, which was all, in her mind, that she needed. I should've known, I should've understood, I should've helped instead of leaving."

I sighed, kissing her head. "We'll put him behind bars, A'raya, but it won't take away the pain of losing Leslie," I know firsthand how it feels to lose someone to murder. It doesn't make it any better if the murderer is put behind bars.

"I know." She interlocked our fingers. "Will you promise to tell me what my mother did to you later?"

I kissed her hand. "Much later," I mumbled against her hand.

She nodded, laying her head on my shoulder. "Ok."

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Maggie and Jaevon furiously typed away at their laptops, trying to find Jason as Nola and I bought a recorder. We were gonna record him confessing what he did to Leslie.

"I found that sissy," Maggie shouted.

"Girl," Jaevon rolled his eyes. "Sit down."

Maggie sucked her teeth. "He's in a mental institution."

"Well, I guess we're going to be visitors."

"We need a visitor's pass," Zane said while eating a muffin.

I smiled at him. "That's why we need you to, baby."

Zane rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll get visitor passes for y'all."

"What a useful bitch." Maggie said bluntly.

"Maggie," Nola said in shock, covering her mouth and laughing as Zane glared at her.

"Hurry up, sissy." Maggie giggled.

"Right, like." Jaevon laughed in the most evilest way.

I laughed. "Zane, they're just playing."

"What a weird fucking way of playing around." He mumbled.

"Bitch you wanna fight."

Nola shook her head. "I told y'all to start a maggie rebellion years ago, didn't I?"

"Shut the hell up with that bullshit pussy."

I laughed. "Too funny."

Zane went to go find someone to get us visitor passes, and we tried to figure out what we would say to Jason; there's a lot, but we don't want to waste time cursing and insulting him like Maggie or Jaevon would want. We need to keep it short and manipulate him into confessing to us what fucking happened and why he did what he did.

"I got the visitor's passes," Zane said as he placed a pretty kiss on my lips.

I smiled. "You've been so nice to me."

Zane shrugged. "You're my wife, are you not?"

I giggled. "Are you sure you're not trying to get in my pants?"

"You don't need that right now."

My mood dampened. I didn't like that; I knew what I needed. "Zane–"

He put a finger on my lips. "Grieve first; having sex is not grieving."

"Fuck you."

He kissed my cheek. "Mhmm."

I was rejected the right to have sex...after a few weeks without it.

Fuck you, Zane, for making me a nymphomaniac.

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"Hello, are you guys visiting?" The receptionist said with a big smile on her face.

Nola smiled back. "Hello, I'm Nola, and this is A'raya, Maggie, and Jaevon,"

"Call me JJ, girl; I like that better."

We all snickered.

"Um, we're visiting Jason Ross."

The receptionist nodded. "He's in the park; enjoy your visit."

"Thank you." Nola smiled fakely and took a pamphlet.

"Throw that shit away," Maggie said, snatching from Nola's hand.

"No, you need it; she got it for you whore." Jaevon snickered.

"Bitch–"

"We're in a white establishment, guys, act like we have sense."

"Nigga shut the fuck up. The fuck." Jaevon said, rolling his eyes as Maggie and Nola giggled.

"Is that Jason?" Zane whispered.

I looked at the brunette with the uniform; he looked sad...guilty even.

"Yea, that is him." I scoffed, walking over to him as the rest followed me. "Jason," I said sternly.

He looked up and raised a questioning brow before beaming. "Is Leslie with you guys?!" He asked excitedly.

Nola scoffed. "I know this fool ain't asking us where the fuck Leslie is."

"You know damn well where Leslie is bitch." Maggie snarled.

Jason frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Bitch, what do we mean? We mean Leslie's dead, and you killed her."

Jason's pupils dilated as he laughed. "No, she's not; stop lying; I haven't done anything, you guys."

"Why the hell would we be here without Leslie?" I asked, walking closer to Jason, who visibly backed away from me. "Jason, you killed her, didn't you," I said, showing him the report; he broke into tears.

"No," he sobbed as my eyes widened. "Why would I kill Leslie? Why would I kill our child?"

"Child?" The three said in unison.

Jason nodded with tears running down his face uncontrollably. "She left me, but then she found she was pregnant with my child, and I begged her to let me be a part of the child's life. She said she'll only take me back if I get real help; that's why I'm here, so I could have a family with Leslie. I–" his voice broke as tears ran down my face as well. "I didn't kill her; I've been here for a month now." He sobbed.

I turned around to face them, and biting my lip, I shook my head. "Guys," my voice wavered.

Nola nodded, kneeling down next to Jason. "Jason, why didn't you guys tell us?"

"She thought you guys would think she got pregnant on purpose...she just wanted to be the mom that her mother wasn't. And–and I love Leslie, I just needed help, I–" He cried as I covered my mouth to contain my sob.

Zane hugged me. "I'm sorry." He whispered into my hair.

Maggie wiped her tears. "God, we messed up."

Jaevon frowned, his glassy eyes looking to contain his tears. "Big time."

"Jason, do you know who would kill Leslie?" Nola asked, but Jason didn't answer; he was shaking.

Nola sighed. "We need to call someone to help him; he's hyperventilating."

"Oh shit." Zane groaned as he watched Jason go into a panic.

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The car ride back home was silent; it wasn't fun. There weren't any remarks, no snide comments, no laughing or reminiscing of the old times with Leslie. Everyone was blaming themselves; Leslie had all these secrets; for goodness' sake, she died a pregnant woman.

When we got to the hotel, Zane tried everything to make me happy, but there was the only thing I wanted to do to forget about it, just for one second.

Zane came out of the bathroom after showering, and I just watched quietly as he wiped himself, oblivious to the dirty thoughts in my mind. When he looked at me, he sighed with concern which turned me on even more.

He sat beside me. "A'raya," he caressed my face.

"Zane, can you do something for me?" I asked quietly.

He nodded, pecking my lips. "Anything."

"Fuck me,"

His eyes went blank. "No."

"Please," I begged.

He furrowed his brows. "No, I won't."

"You said anything," I said as my voice wavered slightly.

"Anything but that." He said as he pulled away from me. "That's not how you grieve."

"Then tell me how I should grieve. Should I get addicted to drugs or maybe alcohol?" I said, slightly angry now.

"Cry it out."

I felt my eye twitch in anger. "What the hell are my tears going to do? Bring Leslie back?"

"And what the fuck are sex, drugs, and alcohol about to do?"

"Make me forget!" I screamed as his eyes widened. "I just–" I took a deep breath. "Just for a while, I want to feel something other than guilt or sorrow," I walked up to him and placed my hands on his bare chest. "Please, Zane," I whispered as I unwrapped his towel and placed a sensual kiss on his lips. "Please."

He groaned as I grabbed his dick, gripping my neck and pulling me in for a deeper kiss. "One time." He mumbled, biting my lower lip.

I nodded eagerly as he lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed, pulling off my pants while kissing me roughly and squeezing my tits. I moan as he throws off my t-shirt. "You didn't wear a bra?" He said, shocked as I shook my head.

"I've been trying to...catch your attention for a while now."

Zane sighed, shaking his head as I felt his dick harden even more. "This is wrong," he said as he buried his head in my neck.

"We can worry about it tomorrow; please, Zane, don't leave me like this."

His lips trailed every part of my neck and collarbone before he sucked my nipples as I moaned. "Please."

He flipped me over on my stomach and pulled my ass onto his erect member, rubbing it over my wetness. "Are you sure, A'raya?"

I nodded. "Yes, Zane, please." He rammed into me, and I gasped, biting my lip. "Fuck."

He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me, thrusting into me unrelentingly as I screamed at the top of my lungs. He grabbed my braids as I held onto the headboard, slamming his dick deep inside me.

"Zane," I squealed as my legs began to twitch.

"Shut up." He demanded, spreading my ass as he pounded my insides, sticking his finger in my ass.

I came right there with no warning, but Zane didn't care. He kept pumping in and out of me, groaning and huffing.

It's been a long time for both of us.

I arched my back, my eyes rolling back as I held his hand that was gripping my hips. He pushed my head down and pummeled inside me, slamming into my g-spot with each powerful thrust. My mouth fell open as I gasped. "Oh god." I cried.

My walls caved against his dick as I was about to cum again. He smacked my ass. "Hold it."

"No, Zane," I whined.

"Hold it, or I'll stop."

I whimpered, holding my orgasm as he hammered into me, throwing me onto my back and lifting my hips up to slam back inside my pussy.

My legs against his shoulders as he stood up and forced my lower body upright onto his dick. He grabbed my hips and pulled them back and forth as if he was using my body to jerk off.

My legs shook from the pleasure; I was gonna explode whether Zane liked it or not. "Fuck, Zane, I can't hold it."

He grunted, grabbing my neck and pounding his hips into me as my eyes rolled back, placing my hands over his wrapped around my neck.

"Zane, please!" I begged, tears beginning to burn my eyes.

He choked me a little more, hammering into me relentlessly as I squealed as I came with my legs quivering from the pressure.

I felt his load spurt inside of me, a lot of it actually, as he moaned softly.

God, it was so hot.

Zane moaning has to be the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life. Maybe if I start waiting longer periods to have sex, he'll moan again.

"You sound hot when you moan," I whispered as he laid beside me.

"Fuck off." He blushed, and I saw the pink tint on his face.

"Oh my god, you're blushing!" I giggled, cupping his face.

"A'raya." He said sternly as he pulled my hands off his face and lifted me over his shoulder as I laughed. "We're showering." He said, leaving no room to argue.

"Mhm, ok, daddy."

He smacked my ass as I giggled. "A'raya." He said, unamused. 

Yep, Jason's not the killer...

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Stay tuned.