One of his other freaks of the week was Davina Andrews. Cute lil honey that was bi-racial, about as light as him, and was a super freak.

Tall and thick, built like Megan Thee Stallion, with long curly blonde hair and blue-green eyes like the ocean. She was twenty years old, a junior, majoring in elementary education, on the Sugar Bears dance squad, and gave the best head in his life.

And then she was athletic and liked to do acrobatics on his dick. All he could do was lay there and enjoy it. And she was not like Venetia who wanted to be his girlfriend. All she wanted was sex, like him. It was a win-win situation.

"You have good dick," she said, afterward when they lay in her queen-sized bed in her apartment right off campus.

"You almost broke it, girl, you are a little too rough." He rubbed his sore dick. "It's not a toy you play with."

"Hell, it's better than a toy."

"You're my type of chick. " He kissed her and then scooted out of the bed. "Let me leave before you try to pounce on me again."

"Yo sexy ass." She grinned, watching him as he dressed. "CJ when you blow up, don't forget about me. I dance...I can do some things on stage."

"Yeah?" He could envision her on stage doing those splits. Maybe twerking that ass. The fact that she was so light-skinned, she could have the white guys and the Black guys going crazy over her. "I might remember that. Let me get some shine on me first."

After he left her place, he went home, showered, changed, and went to grab a bite to eat but there was nothing in his fridge but leftovers from days ago from the last time he cooked. He did not want to eat that and he did not know if he would ever eat that. He emptied the containers and loaded the empties in the dishwasher. He looked in his cupboard for cereal or something and saw nothing.

He grabbed his phone thinking he would call UberEats or something just as his phone rang.

"Hey, little bro!"

It was Tennille Facetiming him.

"Hey, sis."

"What you doing? I'm in town and I want to hang."

"With me? Where's No?"

"I don't know, said she was up in St. Louis visiting some friends. What friends does she have? I thought I was her only friend," Tennille went on in her loud, brazen voice. "Anyhoo, I thought I would check on my new bestie. My only brother. Figure we need some bonding time since you're trying to be the next Kelly superstar like me."

He liked Tennille's energy. She always said what the fuck she wanted to say, and most times it was over the top...the other times, it simply made no sense.

"Sure," he said to her. "Are you hungry? I am. Let's find something to eat."

"Boy after all this on-the-road food, I want some real food. My ass needs to go on a diet, it's getting fat."

"I'll cook then," he said. "You're at the house?"

"Studio. Come and get me and then we can do this."

He drove to Da Factory Hitz and Tennille met him downstairs in the lobby. She looked like she was Beyonce or Rihanna with big sunglasses on her face, a big floppy hat covering her long, dark brown weave, a curve-fitting body suit, and six-inch heels. She looked as if she was about to take the stage instead of having dinner.

Tennille looked more like the twins with their dark brown skin and big brown eyes. Except Tennille was taller, about five-six, and was curvy in the body. She was a great dancer, he watched many of her shows. She once told him she used to be a stripper and it ruined strippers for him. However, he did not want to imagine his sister dancing for men on stage.

They looked nothing alike. She looked more like Carrie Kelly who was a brown-skinned woman, whereas that deadbeat Christopher was lighter-skinned. Ashley was the only one close to his deadbeat's complexion. The rest of his sisters were all varying ranges of brown.

It took him a while to appreciate his looks, and once he did, well, his personality was more like Tennille's. He knew he was all that.

"Look at us! Two fucking hot and sexy Kelly singers! Boy, finish your album so you can go on tour with me and we rip shit up." Tennille gave him fake air kisses on the cheek. "Let's roll out!"

Since he had no food at his place and he was not about to go grocery shopping, he decided to go to his mother's house. He knew there was lots of food over there he could cook.

"I love being on tour man. I love L.A. This is the life I have always dreamed for myself but it still doesn't seem real."

Tennille talked to him the whole drive there, he was not able to get a word in. Considering everything that happened with her, TA, and AKA, he was surprised she was still standing. Not one psycho she was with but two. Both were dead now.

Like Kitty and Krystle, they must have gotten that strong determination from their mother.

"This where you grew up? Nice." Tennille said when he pulled up in the driveway. "Wa-ay across town from us, I see how that dude tried to keep you far away from us. Make sure you weren't at the same school as us, in this little ass town."

"I feel like I probably bumped into y'all and I wouldn't have known a thing. How could he do that Tennille, like, leave all of y'all? For me?"

"His loss."

"My loss! I missed out on knowing you all. I missed out on knowing...Ashley."

"We can't go back in the past now, can we."

He used his key to open the door and walk in. His mother was at work at the restaurant, and he was unsure if that little boarder girl was in the house.

"What are you making me for dinner? It better be good little boy, not some mess you reheat in the microwave."

Tennille finally took off her sunglasses and hat. She looked around the place. "Oh, this is cozy. What y'all have to drink in here? And I mean liquor."

He went into the kitchen as he heard someone in the back of the house. He hoped that was that little girl. Tennille immediately went for her bag, putting her hand inside and on guard. He hung with his sisters enough now to know, that meant she was packing.

"Hold up, wait. My mother has some girl staying in my room while she attends Mo State. That's probably her back there."

"Oh." She took her hand out of her purse and put it away. "Somebody was about to get that heat."

Ishii came rushing down the hall and into the kitchen, yelling at him. "CJ, you can't just come busting over here as if you live here because I-"

She stopped when she noticed Tennille standing there. "Oh, my God!"

"What?" CJ said to her.

"You're Tennille Kelly!"

"In the flesh," Tennille smiled at her. "Ooo, you're so cute, what's your name?"

"Oh my gosh!" Ishii blushed and looked down, nervous to be that close to his superstar sister. "I cannot believe Tennille Kelly is standing right in front of me in my house."

"My house," CJ corrected. "Tennille is a nobody, that's just my sister."

"Nobody?" Tennille pushed him in his head. "I'mma nobody yo' ass!"

"Whoa! Wait, Tennille and the Kelly sisters are your...sisters?" Ishi asked in disbelief.

"Yeah."

"Oh my gosh!" Ishi was super excited, she covered her mouth to stifle a scream. "I love you guys! I didn't know. Oh sheesh! Can I get an autograph, Tennille? I just love you. I am your biggest fan."

"I like this girl here," Tennille said and hugged her. "I need a number one fan because I'm the number one stunna."

Ishii started to cry. "Oh my gosh! You hugged me! I am never taking a shower."

"Eew!" CJ did not see what the big deal was with his sisters. Sure, they had blown up and become famous, but he never was starstruck by them when he met them. They were just the sisters he missed out on knowing.

"What's your favorite song?" Tennille asked her.

As they went on and on and talked about Tennille, making Tennille's day, he started in on dinner, chicken teriyaki, rice, and steamed veggies. He went to see what type of drinks his mother kept in the bar, since he did not drink, he had no clue. There was some wine so he poured her and Ishii a glass, even though Ishii was underage.

"Can you two stop talking and get ready to eat."

He made enough for Ishi even though he had not invited her to dinner. She lived there now, so he guessed she was part of the family now. His mother wanted them to bond, so here he was trying.

"Ooo, a man that can cook," Tennille said, digging right in. "Bro, I'm going to hire you to come out and cook for me in L.A."

"Fuck no," he said to her.

"Where is the love?"

"CJ made sushi for me too," Ishii said with a smile at him. "I think he's pretty cool."

She was kind of cute when she smiled. But helllll no he was not interested in her that way at all.

A/N: CJ is a mess but I enjoy writing his chapters the most. And oh I cannot wait for Tennille's book, the last in the series.