Grayson Reid Jansen

      "—Bethany, I told you, you gotta stop callin' me. Aren't you supposed to be at work, anyway?" I stressed as I walked to my truck during break.

"I know, but I missed you. I haven't been able to cum since-" I hung up before she could get the rest of that out. Fed up, I ripped my gloves off and cracked open my orange Powerade.

Sitting in the passenger seat of my own truck, I took the vibrating phone from my pocket and checked my notifications.

The group chat had blown me up. Jordy, Andrew, and LJ were all going on about who knows what. So, I checked to see what all the shit talking was.

LJ💪🏾: yo Gray you didn't tell us you was single👀

Drew: can I get with Brea then?

Jordy: how do y'all know she's single? They probably just got in a fight

LJ💪🏾: shit if my woman posted that she'd be single

Drew: 😂😂😂

Jordy: posted what bro?

LJ💪🏾: y'all don't follow Brea IG?

Jordy: no what's her @

LJ💪🏾: ItsBreaSantana
LJ💪🏾: you'll see what I'm talking about

A few minutes later, Drew returned to the group chat and shared his opinion.

Drew: oh yea she single bro

LJ💪🏾: no 🧢

Jordy: I just followed her

Drew: me too fr😂

Me: what the fuck are you talking about?

LJ💪🏾:

LJ💪🏾: This!

I spilled some Powerade on my shirt when I saw the picture.

I texted back fast and furious.

Me: she posted this on Instagram?

I don't know why I asked when I just went straight to the app and saw that she did post it for everyone to see.

Jordy: smh

Me too, Jordy. Me too, I thought as I literally shook my head.

I went to the app to see the comments for myself.

brownskinNicole: that's my friend😍 miss you!
EllaMariex: you haven't changed at all since college!😍😍
yrnLJ: 👀
JoeyC_: 🤤
Ahshdbcbndou123: so much skin
PlayboyMarcus✅: checks DMs shorty
MarkShanks11: hot babygirl
__Mohammed24__: nudes?
Kayboutique✅: we love your photos, let's collab! Check  email❤️
HollandJansen34: hottie!
snowqueen14: brb showing this to my doctor

Seeing LJ, I texted him back in the group chat.

Me: bitch you liked it

LJ💪🏾: 😂😂😂 my b but I been told you she looked good

Not used to being in a relationship, especially with women who posed half-naked and shared it online, I didn't know how to feel.

Don't get me wrong, it was a hot photo of course, I just hated that it wasn't for my eyes only. This meant any fucking horny ass motherfucker could see it, and who knows what they would do? People were weird and she had a lot of followers. The thought of someone jerking off to it crossed my mind. Blood boiling, my fist and jaw clenched as I scrolled through the comments. To no surprise, it was nothing but admirable girls and thirty as fuck creeps.

Oh, I don't like this at all...

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All day, all I could think about was that fucking picture and how I just know she did it to piss me off.

While she wasn't the jealous type, I sure was and she should've known that. Besides, even if I wasn't the "jealous type", I don't think that's something someone in a relationship should post — tits out and in her fucking underwear! Then again, my mom and Holland taught me a lot and one of the things is that women have the right to do what they want, when they want, where they want, and with who they want. I remembered my mom always telling Holland,"if you got it, flaunt it." Except, Holland didn't have an ass or tits unlike Brea so I was back to being pissed.

I entered the house and scanned the room. Brea was nowhere in sight at first.

The first thing I did was kick off my shoes before putting my lunch box on the table and taking my ice packs out of it to put them back in the freezer.

As I was digging in the fridge for leftovers, Brea slid past me to take her charger out of the socket by the stove.

"Hey." I greeted her dryly.

"Hey, babe." She seemed to be in a good mood.
Brea stood on her tiptoes to kiss my lips and then started to walk away but I called her name out before she got too far.

"Yeah?" She asked, eyes wide.

"We good?" I asked, not even sure of why I said it but it just came out.

Her lips pulled into a smile, showing off her dimple on only the left side. "Yeah," she nodded,"for another three months."

The fuck did that mean, I asked myself in my head. Oh, the bet. Right...

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"Ha ha ha." I fake laughed at one of my dad's jokes over dinner.

This dinner wasn't like our other family dinners, we went to a restaurant because mom was usually the one who cooked unless dad grilled, and now Holland was "too pregnant" to do any labor. I would've asked Brea or Mark but Brea and I were skating on thin ice while Mark wasn't allowed to be two inches away from his wife.

Colson, like the rest of us, was taking the death well. I guess we all saw it coming and were prepared from the jump.

Aunt Sara was bouncing baby Ethan in her lap and the end of the table while she engaged in a side conversation with my father. Holland and Mark were discussing baby preparations while Colson and Brea were slaves to their phones.

You have no idea how badly I wanted to take her phone and go through it; see if any guys were texting her or in her DMs, scroll though her camera roll in search of anymore soft porn she had in there, and delete that god damn photo from Instagram - not caring how many people'd already seen it.

My leg shook under the table until Brea paused whatever she was doing on her phone to grab it and glare at me.

"Stop. You're making me nervous." That was the first thing she said to me since we arrived.

Clenching my jaw, I pushed her small hand away and went back to shaking it, my chin on my interlocked knuckles above the table.

"Okay, what the fuck? What's wrong with you?" I knew Brea was bothered by her use of the 'f' word.

"You," I grumbled,"you're what's wrong with me."

"Excuse me?" Brea's neck rolled, scooting her chair away from the table.

Knowing it wasn't going to be a discussion fit to be had in front of the family, I roughly took her thin arm and started to storm away from the table.

"AGHHH!!" Holland screamed, shooting up from her chair. Brea and I instantly turned to see if she was alright.

Mark, with big eyes, held Holland up and spoke some easing words to her.

She grabbed him by the collar of his Nautica button-up and yelled,"My water broke!"

Everyone panicked and wondered what we should do.

"The hospital, quick!" Aunt Sara thought fast and carried her sons to the door, leading the way.

Following the crowd that was my family, I was the last one out behind Brea.

Our waiter stopped at the door and shouted after us,"You forgot to pay!"

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"It's a girl!" Doctor Shapiro beamed brightly as she relayed the news to everyone who wasn't allowed to be in the room during the birth.

Aunt Sara, dad, Colson, Brea, and I all rejoiced like we didn't already fucking know it was going to be a girl.

Wow, I'm an uncle, it sunk in the more I thought about it. I couldn't wait to see my niece and fall in love with her.

"Breanna, Grayson, you can go back now." The woman nurse informed us that it was our turn to meet my niece.

I opened up the door and immediately sanitized my hands after Brea did the same.

First, I dapped up Mark and had a chat with him but while he talked, my eyes were on Brea's phone that kept lighting up in the back pocket of those jeans she wore that shaped her body perfectly, looking like they were painted on. I licked my lips as she bent over to hug my sister.

"Yeah, I hear you. That sucks. Good luck. Excuse me." I didn't know a single word my brother-in-law said, excusing myself to start with Brea.

I walked up behind her and waited until she snapped the shot of my sister and my niece on her iPhone.

"You gonna post that, too, or is the baby wearing too many clothes." I snarled in Brea's ear. She scoffed and slowly turned to face me, having to look up.

"What are you talking about, dumb ass?"

"I'M TALKING-" I noticed my volume jump so I cleared my throat and brung it back down, pulling Brea into the far corner of the room,"I'm talking about the picture you posted earlier. Delete it."

"Will not! Who do you think you are? What are you, jealous?"

"Jealous of what, I already have you? It's these other guys, all in the comments."

"Oh, he's insecure?" She mocked me, sarcastically poking her lower lip out.

"Don't try that 'insecure' bullshit with me. I just don't like it."

"No, but your friends did."

Okay, she got me there and it stung. She got me good with that one. I hate to admit it, but I met my match with her. Breanna Michelle Santana was the only woman to ever put me in my place like that. Shit, I kinda liked it.

"Brea, I'm not gonna ask again. Take the fucking picture down-"

"I only posted it because I saw all the comments under yours." She mumbled, looking down at her feet in the white Van slip-ons.

My eyebrows raised. "Oh, she's jealous?" I teased but Brea didn't crack a smile, she looked kind of guilty and upset.

"I'm sorry. Here, delete it," she handed over her phone,"the password is 3025."

I unlocked her phone and went straight to Instagram. I was ready to delete the post when I noticed the look in Brea's eyes. Even though I had the go ahead, I felt wrong. Like my mom said, it was her right. And besides, I wasn't insecure.

"Nah, keep it. It's a good picture," I said, licking my lips,"I just wish you would've sent it to me first."

Brea's face lit up for the first time in a few days. "Thank you for being so cool." She playfully punched my arm and then walked back over to my sister who was gently rocking her newborn.

Putting my arm around Brea's waist, I asked Holland and Mark,"what's her name?"

"We thought about it a lot and the only name I seemed to like was," Holland started to tell us but she paused and let Mark join in. Together, they looked at each other, and then at Brea and effused,"Michelle."