SUGAR - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

I pulled up outside of Slim's apartment complex, nervous about what would happen once I was inside. After seeing him pull a gun out on Drew I really didn't trust that I was safe around him, especially alone. I parked, texting Drew to let him know I made it and shared my location with him. If he didn't hear back from me, he knew to call the police. I walked inside, making the long and terrifying journey to his unit, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door.
"It's good to see you," Slim said sweetly opening the door to let me in.
"Am I in danger?" I asked before stepping inside.
"Of course not. I would never hurt you."
A small part of me believed him but the rest of me knew he couldn't be trusted. I walked inside noticing a glass of wine already sitting on the coffee table.
"Pinot grigio, right?" he said, confirming if it was the drink I had last time I was here.
"I'll pass but thanks."
"The drink isn't spiked, Jordyn," he chuckled.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"No but that doesn't mean you're not capable."
He calmly walked over to the table, picking the glass up and poured it out in the sink. He opened the wine cooler, grabbed an unopened bottle, and poured a fresh glass before walking back over to hand it to me.
"See? Nothing to worry about," he smiled innocently before walking over to the sofa and gesturing for me to take a seat. "Relax, you look uncomfortable."
"I am uncomfortable," I replied, still standing in the same spot.
"Then why are you here?" he laughed.
"You hate games so let's not play them. This is between me and you. Leave Drew and my dad out of it."
"It wasn't my intention to bring anyone else into this. I didn't even know about Drew until I got to Charlotte because you lied."
"I lied?" I scoffed.
"Let's be real for a minute. You knew you were with someone the entire time and you switch up on me out of nowhere then make it seem like I'm the problem. All I did was try to find out what went wrong and try to fix it. Had no idea y'all were actually in a long term relationship so I took it as a joke just like you did when you first met me."
"We were on a break when I met you but none of that makes you threatening me okay."
"Empty threats. I was never going to tell your dad, Jordyn, you know me better than that. I didn't even say anything to Drew. You lied to him so he asked me about it."
"How do I know you're telling me the truth? You've never been open with me about anything."
"You want me to be open? Fine. My name is Devon Lawson. I'm 27 years old and I'm from Missouri City. My mom lives in Tampa and my dad died when I was 15. He was shot in a drug deal gone wrong and when I made 18 I picked up where he left off. Started dating a girl named Nina, fell in love. Didn't know it at the time but she was the ex of a rival and fucked with me to spite him. He sent some people to follow her and beat her up. She had to get 31 stitches across the back of her head. I got arrested for it because they threatened worse if she didn't turn me in. She got out of the hospital, dropped the charges, and moved back to Mexico. I didn't leave the house for almost a year until I came to the club the night I met you."
I walked over to sit down on the sofa, drinking half the glass of wine as I tried to process everything Slim just told me. I thought back to what my dad told me the night he called me on the phone.
"I'm sorry that happened to you," I finally responded.
"It's cool. I don't open up for a reason, I got a rough background. But I did start to develop feelings for you and I guess my emotions got out of control. I do apologize for that."
We sat in silence as I thought of what I should do. Should I tell him about the case being built against him or should I give it time to see if he's actually telling the truth?
"I know you love Drew, Jordyn," he said interrupting my thoughts. "And the way he and his boys were coming behind you I knew I had to let you go no matter how it makes me feel. Seeing the fear in your eyes replays in my head constantly and I feel like shit for being the reason for that."
"So why did you ask me to come here tonight?"
"I needed closure," he smiled. "I needed to apologize for everything I put you through. I hope you didn't think I would go away without seeing you one last time."
"I kinda wish we had this conversation sooner," I chuckled. "I told my dad everything before you got the chance to."
His jaw dropped before he began laughing and I had no choice but to laugh at it myself.
"I'm sorry for that. I didn't think you would try and beat me to it."
"He needed to know. Not about that but about losing my scholarship. I guess some good came out of all the madness."
"So we good?" he asked.
"We're good," I smiled nodding my head.
He stood and held out his arms to hug me. I obliged, holding my head against his chest and inhaling his scent. A scent I would never forget. He kissed the top of my head, still holding me tight. It was something about this hug that felt very safe and comforting. I lifted my head to look at him and he was already staring at me.
"What?" I giggled.
"Did you really feel nothing the night I kissed you?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Would you mind if I did it again? Just to say goodbye?"
I thought about it for a moment. Would a final kiss really hurt? Would he realize that he felt nothing either and actually be able to move on? I nodded my head as he leaned down to give me a soft kiss. He rested his forehead on mine as we accepted this was the end of whatever we had. He leaned down once more to kiss me again, moving his hands to the sides of my neck. He continued placing soft pecks on my lips as his thumbs rubbed the sides of my jawline. He parted his lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss and I stopped him.
"We can't."
"Please," he whispered, closing his eyes. "Just one last time."
He took my silence as permission, passionately kissing me. His tongue danced against mine as I placed a hand to the side of his face, remembering all times I longed for this. He moved one hand to the back of my neck and the other to my butt, squeezing it firmly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, wishing this was the kiss I felt that night in Charlotte. Wishing this was the kiss I felt that night in The Dungeon. Wishing this was the kiss I felt the first time I came over. Wishing this was the kiss I felt that night at the club.
He wrapped his arms tightly around me, picking me up to wrap my legs around his waist. We continued kissing as he carried me down the hall to his dimly lit bedroom, gently laying me on the bed. He briefly broke the kiss to remove his shirt, continuing as my hands ran down the soft, muscular back I had never touched before. Between kisses more clothes got removed until we both were completely naked.
His skin felt warm against mine as he moved his lips from my mouth to my neck, then my chest. He took my breasts into his hands, licking and sucking my nipples gently. I softly moaned as he placed gentle kisses down my body, placing both of my legs on his shoulders. He used one hand to spread my lips apart, passionately licking and sucking my clit in a way I had never felt before. I arched my back off the bed, overcome with satisfaction after wanting this for so long. He kissed his way back up my body until we were once again face to face.
He began kissing me again as he slid into my wet opening, slowly trying to fit all of his size inside of me. I gasped and moaned as he entered and began slowly stroking. Once I was adjusted to his size, he moved his hips into me going deeper and deeper as I lost control of my body. I tried to use my hands to push against his stomach, but he took both arms and placed them above my head.
"This is what you wanted. Let me give it to you," he whispered in my ear before giving me long, deep strokes.
He placed both of his arms under my knees to go as deep as he could before lifting me in the air, bouncing my entire body up and down on his dick. He flicked his tongue against my nipples as they bounced in front of his face. I moaned with each stroke, wrapping my arms around his neck as my legs rested on his shoulders. He moved towards the wall, using it to support my body as he continued giving me deep strokes.
"I'm gonna come," I breathlessly whispered as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"Come for me one last time, baby."
He moved me from against the wall, giving me deep hard strokes until I cried as my orgasm came. My legs began violently shaking as my juices squirted out of me. He laid me back on the bed, kissing me once again as he removed himself from inside of me.
"Was it worth it?" he smirked, putting his briefs back on as I tried to catch my breath.
"You should've done this months ago," I laughed, getting up to get dressed.
He walked me back into the living room, giving me a final hug so we could go our separate ways.
"I'm really gonna miss you, Jordyn."
Before I could respond there was a loud knock on the door. He broke the hug to open it, revealing two police officers on the other side.
"Devon Lawson?" one officer asked.
"What can I help you with?" he asked confused.
"You're under arrest for the sale and distribution of illegal narcotics," he began as he placed handcuffs around Slim's wrists. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
Detective Jackson came through the door as the officer continued reading his rights.
"Are you okay, Ms. Powell?" he asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"You did this?!" Slim yelled as they began removing him from the apartment.
"No! I swear!" I yelled back before he disappeared from my sight. "What is going on?"
"Your boyfriend called me. He said he tried to reach you and you didn't answer so he got worried something happened."
I quickly went to my purse to grab my phone and saw 5 missed calls and 11 unread texts from Drew.
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.