Happy Screwed Saturday, folks!

And I oop-

That was strange coming from Tiff, don't you think?

Do you think Jess and Jana will eventually make amends? Will Jana understand where Jess is coming from?

Do you still think Carmon and Jana will keep their promises?

Well, we are back with another chapter for Screw Me Over and Carmon has some other plans for her and Jana!

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this book! Yes, we are back with another chapter of Carmon and y'all know how she is. I can't keep warning yall.

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫
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"Cheers, bitch," Brittany said as she passed me a cup with hard alcohol in it and we touched cups. We were about 45 minutes into the party with everyone dancing, playing games, drinking, smoking, and possibly getting it on in someone's bedroom. I hope it was Tiff's because those bitches deserved it.

"Carmon, this shit is getting way out of control. There's people getting it on in our bath tub filled with water and it's getting everywhere. We need to-"

"Jana, Jana, Jana. Chill the fuck down. We have this all under control. Stop worrying about everyone else and just have fun. Take a drink to relax your mind," Brittany said as her dark red lips curled into a sexy smirk and she offered Jana a tropical cooler.

Fuck the other ladies. We went ahead and had a party anyhow since those hoes wanted to go to the beach without us. I was fine which means the rules didn't apply anymore. My scars healed more and I think that was a reason to celebrate. At least I was still at the house, right?

"Brittany, I don't want that. What I want is for this out-of-control party to stop. We promised the girls we wouldn't do all of this, Carmon," Jana hollered over the loud music that played throughout the apartment.

Oh great. The one time I need my best friend to be in her element, she decides to ruin the damn party with her bad mood instead. Since when did she become such a party pooper?

I had a good idea of what would get her in her element. The reason why we were in this position in the first place. "Jana, come dance with me," I spoke as her hand was in one of mine and Brittany's was in the other.

This was my moment to get back to the regular Carmon and wasn't going to let the three little pigs get in the way of that. Neither should Jana. I was still the Carmon that everyone loved to be around. You know? The fun-loving, daring, freaky Carmon that men and women had a problem with.

Ever since I've been on medical house arrest, my mood has gone down. I was the oldest woman in this house and couldn't continue watching myself wither away on the couch while watching cartoons with my daughter. That was a no go.

After the young trio left, I called Brittany to come over and we planned a last-minute celebration for my recovery. Jana was okay with it until she called Jess and got hung up on. Now, she's all anti-party and shit.

People need to get it through their thick skulls that she didn't do anything to me and that we're still cool. We went to a club and I wanted to go home in an Uber. So what? Me being okay is all that mattered.

Anyway, I was feeling a bit tipsy and was gradually coming back to my regular self. My plans for the evening were to get wasted, dance to a ton of songs, and take some woman's man. Breaking all of the rules tonight and going all out.

"Carmon, stop it! That's it! I'm going to get the kids and meet up with Nikki. I can't stick around while you let our apartment get destroyed," Jana said as she pushed me off of her stopping my dancing on her. She fought some hobo-looking man for her keys and marched out of the apartment.

Her just walking away made me feel disappointed. She never pushed me away. If anything, Jana encouraged me to dance on her. She loved it. This night was just different somehow and I wondered what flew up her ass.

"Hey, don't keep your mind on that. Come dance with me," Said a long, black-haired Brittany as she flipped it and she slowly brought me closer to where we were chest-to-chest. We swayed to the hyped tempo as her hands traveled around my hips and her light brown eyes shined with glee while her lips turned into a devilish grin.

Dancing against her body, my eyes watched her look and automatically knew that she wanted to get into something bad. I was here for it. Grinding on her got me one step closer to bringing in the old Carmon again. Girls have more fun anyway and I just needed that one girl to be on the same level I was.

Giggling with Brittany, her finger tips trailed up my thighs and up my dress a little. I didn't say anything because we were having a great time and we've done things together before anyhow, but something else was catching my eye...

Something with black sleek hair, dark eyes, and a muscular build standing in the barely lit corner. His mysterious eyes watched me as I danced with Brittany for a little longer, but the look in his eyes had me in a small trance.

Moving Brittany's hands off me, I slowly made my way over to him while his hands were wrapped around his red solo cup. Wishing those hands were wrapped around my ass, I quickly straightened my thin pink off-the-shoulder dress and felt my hips sway from side to side when approaching him. Hopefully, the V-neck on this dress showed off my chest well enough.

"Come here often?" I asked biting my bottom lip while a small smile peeked through my lips. Trying to hold back my sensual urge to just jump on him, my eyes watched as his tightly structured face revealed a devilish smirk.

"Not often, but if more women like you come around here, this may be my regular spot," his dark voice spoke smoothly which sent chills down my spine. This was it. He's the one I wanted to fuck. He definitely wanted to do the same to me with his eyes studying my curvy stature. This whole moment was turning me on so much.

Letting out a flirty giggle, my lips decided to speak before my mind did. "I hear the rooms here are great for a little conversation. Care to join me?"

As soon as this intriguing man was about to answer me, I heard a "Carmon! You're not going to believe this!" My eyes landed on a panicking Brittany struggling to run in her gold heels. Her eyes were widened and she panted while pushing her hair out from her face. Damn it, Britt! I just wanted some dick!

Suddenly, the music just stopped abruptly and a while collection of groans overflowed the living space. A sudden sense of anger fell over me and I stomped over towards the music booth to see what the hell was going on. Who could have come in to interrupt a good ass party? The girls were far away from here and no one else knew I was still home.

Once I got through the frustrated crowd, my eyes widened at the sight of an unwelcomed parasite bellowing "Alright, guys! Party's over! You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck up out of here!"

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How the hell did this bastard come into my house? Why was he in my house? Who let this stalker in my damn house and just ruin the party? This had to be the work of my little sister. Oh, when she comes back...

"Get the hell out," I demanded after all of the actual invited guests left and Brittany stayed behind to clean up.

"Carmon, although you're sexy as hell when you're pissed off, do you usually talk to your guest like that?" the blonde-haired business man spoke with his stupid smug look on his face and I just wanted to smack the hell out of him! He was like a damn cockroach. You think you've killed it, but here it goes running around still. He never goes away.

"No. Just talk like that to the ones that walk into my house without an invite. That's not a revolving door, Trent. You can't just barge up in here and take over shit. Get out," I demanded again. This guy really thought he was the shit and owned everything. Thought he could do whatever he wanted because he had everything.

"Brittany, it's nice of you to stick around to clean up. Thanks for doing that, however, you should probably leave. I don't think you're supposed to be here." He placed a basket on the living room table while speaking to Brittany and ignoring anything I'm saying.

"You shouldn't be here either! So get out-"

"Carmon, I was asked to come over here and check on you. You weren't supposed to have a party and you did. You weren't supposed to be drinking and your breath smells like 13 bottles of tequila with a few daquiris on the side. You weren't-"

"And you aren't supposed to barge into homes that aren't yours and look where you are! I bet Tiff's smart ass sent you here just for you to do this shit. Well, you've done your job. You can leave now," I said thinking of how this whore just set me up. She was going to hear my mouth in the morning because I was too tired to yell at her tonight.

"Well...I don't mean to interrupt this little...whatever this is, but I'm going to get out of here. I'll talk to you later, Carmon. Nice seeing you again, Trent," Brittany said as she eyed my boss and slipped out of the apartment. Something made me want to ask how she knew him, but other things were taking over that thought like my frustration.

Groaning loudly, I threw myself onto the couch and crossed my arms like Raina does when she doesn't get her Captain Crunch cereal or her favorite candy. What a way to ruin my chances of having any kind of fun this weekend, Tiff. Really appreciate it.

"Now, it's your turn to do the same," I spoke to the party destroyer and just sunk into the couch and wondered why he was always around me. Why he always appeared at the wrong times...or right times. What was his deal? Why did he find me so intriguing?

As he sat down beside me on the couch, he leaned back onto the couch and just watched as I pouted. "Did you not hear me? The kids aren't here and I'm not having anymore parties thanks to you. So you can get out now."

He smiled lightly as he shook his head while moving all of the objects off the table. He placed a purple table cloth over the table and added some of the contents from the basket onto the table. Some included a bottle of wine and some homecooked foods. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you redecorating our house? Haven't you've done enough tonight?"

He completely ignored me while setting up the table as if we were on an intimate date and my eyes widened in fear. Oh hell no. He was pulling this shit again. I had to leave.

Standing up to leave before things got intense between us again, I felt his hand lightly grab mine and immediately snatch it away in fear. In frustration. In defense.

"At least eat dinner with me. I'm not staying long anyhow," he spoke as his darkened blue eyes watched me as I swallowed hard. I felt scared, to be honest.

This is how it all started. The dates, the broken promises, and the sweet words until something hits the fan. I wasn't trying to stick around for that...

But I was also hungry and didn't feel like making a sandwich. He already had food sitting out and he was eating it. Maybe a bite wouldn't hurt. After eating his food before, I was sure this meal would fill me up for a while. If I just cooperated, maybe this will make him go away. Play the part until it was time to stop.

Sitting down slowly, I straightened my dress and just watched him with suspicion on my face. Just follow his lead until all of this is over, Carmon.

Once I fully sat down, the acting was on and the play started. He passed me a cup of wine and a plate of spaghetti he made with salad. He opened the floor with a conversation about some future investments he wanted to make in the company and I grew more interested. We had a small debate on his inventory and how he needed to manage it better. Now, I know I wasn't a scholar like Rena and Tiffany, but numbers were my thing. I loved numbers.

He agreed with my viewpoint on his business and considered going through with my plan. We started on a conversation about Raina and Troy which made me giggle a bit. Those two are such great friends and they love each other very much. They're like two sneakers. You can't wear one and not the other.

I mentioned to Trent about Troy telling us that he wished I was his mom. As soon as those words left my lips, his eyes landed on mine and a small smile came over his face as he leaned over towards me.

"What?" I asked while trying to control the pushing grin that was coming over my face. Troy's words made me feel good and the grin couldn't be helped.

"You want to be his mom. I like that," he said as he slid closer to me and watched me as I finished my drink. My eyes watched as he continued to move closer.

"I never said that-"

"Ah, but your eyes said it all. There's nothing wrong with that, Carmon." My skin felt the warmth of his body as I realized that the space between us was closed off. This tension between us happened often and it was a good kind of tension...

However, it was also dangerous.

My head shook as he climbed on top of me and pushed the top of my body towards the arm of couch. I couldn't control my heavy breathing as his pointed nose touched mine then his lips brushed across mine.

"Trent, we can't keep doing this. We aren't allowed to do any of this," I softly whispered as my eyes closed in regret and my teeth bit down on my bottom lip. What the hell was wrong with me? Every time he was close to me or around me, I grew weaker and weaker.

"You choose now to start abiding by the rules? Where's the fun in that when they're meant to be broken?" his dark tone growled against my lips. Those words drove my mind wild and turned my body on like a light.

Soon, his lips connected with mine and my hands roamed around his backside. My fingers squeezed his shirt showing how much I wanted him to be inside me. How much I wanted his body on mine. How much his sweet kisses healed my body better than any medicine.

His tongue wrestled with mine as his hands snaked around my body softly and I growled softly against his mouth. Moving his lips down my cheek and from my jawline to my neck, his tongue made love to my neck softly as I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth.

My fingers ran through his hair as I massaged his hair while he pushed the bottom of my dress up to reveal my thighs and aching core. As his soft kisses moved down to my collar bone, he pulled the top of my dress down to expose my braless chest and his tongue played with my left nipple.

No words...just no words or sounds could come from my lips. My lips just froze open as his mouth worked on my chest and my whole body froze in pleasure. This man was an artist. An artist with his tongue and his sex was a work of art. Priceless.

His strong hands moved up my thighs as he studied the blissful look on my face. That blue-eyed smirk made me wetter by the second and my whole plan flew out the window. As his fingers brushed over my quivering private lips, he moaned with "Carmon, what do you want me to do to you?"

Rolling my eyes back, I gasped and finally came out with a "Fuck me, Trent. Please."

As soon as he pushed my drenched thong to the side with his finger and tongue, his mouth consumed my entire wet core and the roar of a thousand lions came out from my lips. I couldn't control myself. Any kind of negative feelings I had were gone. The way he rolled his tongue against me made all my fears go away. His sensitive touch made my body weaker and made my heart jump in happiness.

He was amazing at what he did. He was a man that knew what to do, what to say, and how to say it at the right times. It made me wonder why his past relationships didn't work out. This was something I wouldn't have ever wanted to end as much as I've tried to end it.

Fuck. You see how he's got me saying things that I shouldn't?

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my fingers clenched onto his yellowish blonde hair signaling that I was about to climax. My lips couldn't even come back together as a loud grunt released from my lips and the release from my core fell onto his tongue. He ate it like it was the last meal he'd ever have and I admired it.

"Do you torture many women like this?" my lips unknowingly opened with as he spread my legs with his palms on my bent knees. His face fell into my neck as he placed his large shaft inside me slowly and I couldn't help but grunt loudly again.

"Fuck, Trent! That's so deep in me!" I screamed as he kissed my neck and jawline softly. He quickly grabbed my chin with one hand and looked into my eyes.

"No. Just one and that's because I like to drive her insane," he said lowly as he moved in and out of me slowly just to pick up speed and move harder. A collection of moans and groans sounded throughout the apartment like a lovely song.

One thing I couldn't take away from this man was that he was amazing in bed. He knew everything my body loved and just what it need. He teased me, he made my body ache for him, crave him, and take him every time he wanted me. The way he just loved my body and took care of it turned me inside out and he knew it.

"Mmm, I can't hold it. I'm coming!" I shouted as my eyes shot open and let out a large grunt signaling my close release. My walls tightened around his strong dick as he groaned into my neck.

For some reason, this sensual moment felt different from the rest. It felt more intimate, more meaningful with more love than lust. My feelings were stirred up along with my lustful sensations and it was a crazy mix.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he groaned loudly as he tried stopping himself from climaxing. Lucky for him, I had released deafeningly right after he spoke those sexy words. A screech came from my lips as his body fell onto mine signaling that he came inside of me.

Our lips came together one more for a tired, but strong passionate kiss. Our foreheads touched as our heavy breathing was in sync with each other. We looked into each other's eyes while Trent whispered something out of the ordinary again. "Carmon, you don't know how much I love you."

My mind didn't know exactly what to say, but apparently my lips did because...

"Trent...I don't think I've ever loved anyone more than I love you right now."