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It's Always Been About Love And Hate (Now Let Me Say I'm The Biggest Hater): 0.0

Terry Richmond x black!o.c

PROLOGUE

Warnings:

18+

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of trauma

Mention of an anxiety attack

A minor panic attack

Mentions of mental health issues

Alcohol and cannabis use

Smut

Unprotected sex (one condom-one round bathong🧍🏾)

Inebriated decision making

Mention of violence

Age gap (about 9 years)

Word count: 5798🧍🏾‍♀️

Taglist: @rose-bliss @transparentphantomface

A.N: I don't do summaries, but what I can do is ask Alexa to play Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande, because wow !!🧍🏾 Anyway, here's the prologue and the only chapter I can give for the next two weeks because education. Also, let me know if you wanna be on the taglist. I wanna thank you all for staying patient and engaging, and I really hope you guys enjoy this❤️

~Tee❤️

The bass of ‘Little foot’ by Childish Gambino blasted through the heavy speakers in Sloane twins’ apartment, serving as a backing track to the equally loud chatter among Jazz, her twin Zuri, and their visitor, and favorite cousin as she called herself, Andy. Different perfume scents mixed with the pungent smell of the O.G kush the trio had just blown through defined the thick atmosphere in the Atlanta 2-bedroom. Paired with the heater fanned through their air conditioning, it all kept the apartment relatively warm; something that was necessary during the brutal winter air outside that clocked in at about 42°F or 5°C depending on how you read temperature.

Yet despite the unforgiving New Year's Eve cold, the girls still ran around the apartment seeking each other's validation on the most revealing outfits they could put together. An exclusive VIP-esque club out in Buckhead was hosting a themed NYE party that Jazz had pulled some strings to get them into (she was dating the owner).

The theme was pretty basic: ladies in black and fellas in white. But basic be damned, the twins insisted that they had to show out.

Andy had been skeptical at first as she had an intense hatred for being cold, but Jazz had reassured her that Space had heated walls, and it probably would be full, so even with all the dancing, sweaty bodies around them, there was no chance of her even feeling a slight breeze. Something that awoke a whole new concern in Andy.

Jazz finished getting ready a few minutes ago and was painting her toenails on one of the living room couches. Andy, although fully dressed, was still fussing over her hair in the bathroom. Zuri, on the other hand, seemed to be trapped in the cycle of walking in and out of the living room holding hangers with outfits on them, not able to decide which one they wanted to wear. The constant “What about this one” questions coupled with a new outfit every 5 minutes grew tiresome as the clock ticked, indicating their limited time.

“Girl I need you to pick something as in last year because I told Andre we'd be there by 9 latest, and I need us to be out of here by 8 before the traffic becomes unbearable,” Jazz scolded Zuri loud enough for Andy to hear, while she finished her last minute pedicure.

Andy checked her smart watch. 18:38. Knowing how long Zuri took to put her makeup on, the time they had left was definitely not enough.

“Yeah I doubt we'll be out of here before 9,” Andy called back before returning her attention to the mirror. Honestly, a half up-do was the best she could come up with. Especially with this damn custom wig.

“We? Bitch uh-uh, when that clock hits 19:45, I am leaving with or without the two of you and yall slow asses are gonna have to figure out how to get your damn selves there,” Jazz yelled, all while waving the little nail paint brush in her hand. Andy grimaced at the idea of Jazz taking the only car and leaving them there to Uber or Lyft, and that was gonna be even harder than sitting through traffic since there probably wouldn't be any drivers left.

Zuri pouted, still unsure of what to wear. “Jazzy, yo ass ain't being very helpful right now,” she complained, waving the clothes that dangled from the hanger.

“And yo ass ain't being very time sensitive for someone that just heard me threaten to leave 'em behind,” Jazz deadpanned, not bothering to look up at her twin who remained in place staring at her expectantly.

Feeling Zuri’s glare, Jazz sighed, briefly turning her focus to them. “Why don't you put on that faux fur dress you got back in June? I've only seen you wear it once since you got it,” she suggested sincerely.

Zuri’s face however, scrunched up at the idea of repeating a dress in a club full of people that had probably already seen it on her Instagram or at their ex’s party the first time they wore it.

“Oh…really?”

In a flash, any sympathy Zuri held for her twin's predicament evaporated. “Bitch if you don't get your grown ass the fuck up out my face and pick something to fucking wear-” she snapped, causing Zuri to throw hands out in surrender and retreat back into their room.

Satisfied with her hair, Andy quickly did her lip combo with concealer, a brown liner and topped off with her new vanilla lip gloss. She spritzed some of Jazz’s YSL Black Opium having forgotten her own perfume in her father's-well, basically her apartment. She gathered her stuff and shoved it all into the large carrier bag she had brought with her and made her way into the living room, sitting on the couch next Jazz.

“Okay, get it South Side! Ohh, bitch you look NICE!” Jazz exclaimed when she saw Andy's look for the night.

Andy giggled at the nickname and compliment, feigning shyness and tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh my God thank you baby. You're too kind, too, too kind,” Andy said, sticking her tongue out through her teeth.

“Like if we wasn't cousins? Mmm!” Jazz joked, causing Andy to playfully bite her lip.

The playful back and forth shifted into a conversation about their personal lives. Andy and the twins had an annual tradition of seeing each other every year for 10 days in each other's countries or cities. Since neither of them had a relatively healthy relationship with their parents or the rest of their family for that matter, they would just spend Christmas and New Years together. However, since Jazz had taken a job with the U.S Navy as a Naval engineer, she had only spent time with her two favorite people twice: Christmas and Today.

“Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Ten year old me would be foaming at the mouth if she knew. It's just…It's so-” Jazz paused to sigh. “It's too Sloane of me,” she finally managed to say.

Andy frowned, turning her phone off and putting it down. “Is that what you think, or would that be your second brain that's currently in their bedroom taking too long to get ready?” she asked.

“Little bit of both if I'm being honest. Zuzu hates it. They won't say it, but I see it in their eyes whenever I talk about work. You know, the first time I tried on my uniform I had to rush them to the ER about 5 minutes later because they were having an anxiety attack and it didn't show signs of both stopping,” Jazz explained, the sadness making an occasional appearance as cracks in her voice.

“Jasper…”

“When medics took them inside for an assessment, I couldn't help but break down myself. Flashbacks of our momma telling us how much Zuzu I looked like her while I looked like our-like Zach. I saw it when I looked at the mirror that day, especially in that uniform. Zuzu probably saw that devil himself that day. I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault…” Jazz trailed off, a few stray tears falling down her cheeks, prompting Andy to pull her into a hug.

“Hey, hey, listen to me. You didn't do it on purpose. You didn't put on that uniform to hurt Zuri. Yeah, you're both right, you being in the Navy was probably the most “Sloane” thing you could ever do. But it's also your dream. That's probably why Zuri hasn't said anything negative to you about it,” Andy reassured her cousin, rubbing circles into her back.

Seeing Jazz cry and hearing about the shared pain with Zuri broke Andy's heart. She absolutely adored the twins. Two years older than her, sometimes they were inspirations to her, other times cautionary tales, either way, the only people in her dad's family that she loved…the only people she could stand too. While Zuri was the one that taught her to stand firm in her beliefs and not take shit from anyone, Jazz taught her to work non-stop for what she wanted and to aim for beyond the stars. Outside of her mom, they were the closest things she had to guardian figures. If only they had that for themselves instead of the shitty excuses for sperm and egg donors they got.

“I know, but it's so hard living with myself knowing that I'm the spitting image of the man that hurt them the most. And that me in that uniform I worked so hard for, had a violent effect on them,” Jazz cried while carefully trying to wipe her tears without messing with her makeup.

“I wish you'd stop blaming yourself for that day,” they heard Zuri speak from next to the wall at the start of the hallway.

“Jazzy I ain't gon' tell you again, you are not responsible for what that asshole did to me. None of this is your fault. Same way me looking like his ain't-shit wife isn't the reason why you're in therapy undoing 23 years of abuse. Now tighten up ho, ‘cause tonight we finna cut the fuck up and forget about our problems till the 2nd,” Zuri said as she moved to hug Jazz.

“Yeah you right…it's almost 8 so we gotta head out anyway,” Jazz said, separating from her twin's embrace and wiping her tears.

Andy, however, aware of her cousins’ inability to fully open up to one another due to their fractured relationship, moved from her spot to sit in between the twins and pull them back into a group hug, making them both squeal. “Nope, André and getting sloshed can wait. You two have some serious talking to do, so we're all gonna sit here and feel shit or whatever,” Andy declared, earning complaints from her cousins.

With an eye roll, she pulled out a rather sneaky hail Mary. One they would never be able to resist.

“I'll take yall out for breakfast till I leave for SA,” she sighed.

The twins exchanged a glance, silently discussing whether or not they would take the deal as is, or take advantage of it by negotiating even more. The latter was a very dangerous game though. And yet they were somewhat willing to play.

“Throw lunch in there and you've got yourself a therapy session,” Zuri said as she offered her hand out for a hand shake.

Andy pursed her lips, considering the negotiation. She loved her cousins to death, but sacrificing her bank account for them was just…

“Fine. But I better see a big ass breakthrough and some tears.”

As a relatively small DJ for hire and bonafide party girl, clubs were a common theme in Andy's life. From the smaller underground venues with an intake of 50 people max, to skyline rooftops with gorgeous views, Andy had seen it all. She had come to regard the vast scene as a second home; a sanctuary.

And although it was her first time there, Space was no different.

From the bass thumping life into her soles, to the crimson lighting and the accompanying fog, the warm air that emanated a mix of the various colognes and perfumes along with the common sweat, and the bodies in every crevice of the room moving against one another to the blaring music.

As the trio was ushered to the VIP section by a bouncer, the atmosphere washed Andy clean of any heavy weight she had on her shoulders. Even though her heart ached for the booth, she was elated all the same. Zuri, ever so nonchalant, craved the rush that awaited them tonight. The year they'd had, called for a night of fun that they'd probably forget about the next morning. Jazz on the other hand was a little antsy. Not only were they late, but it was also by a whole hour. Something Andre would likely be sure to address.

Finally reaching the section, the trio were brought to a table that was occupied by

3 people lazily seated on the couches, only one of which she recognized as Jazz’s boyfriend from their incessant FaceTimes and her wallpaper. The other two were gorgeous, for a lack of better words. The woman whose mahogany skin glistened like a priceless treasure under the crimson glow, sized her and (mostly) Zuri up, her rich, deep brown eyes cutting through them with a captivating intensity. Her lined gloss-covered lips curved into what seemed like an approving smirk (also mostly) at Zuri as she stood up with Andre and the other man Andy did not recognize.

“Gahdamn,” she thought to herself. The elbows to her sides by both cousins however indicated that she had in fact said it out loud.

“Jazzy! Yall finally made it!” Andre exclaimed as he pulled Jazz into a hug that was followed by a deep kiss. While Andre’s companions seemed unfazed, Andy and Zuri cringed as the couple's tongues made brief appearances through the lustful moans and wet sounds from the sloppy kiss. Zuri’s last straw broke when Andre's hands planted themselves sharply on Jazz’s ass.

“Okay, that, is e-fucking-nough from you two,” Zuri said as they moved to separate the couple by placing an arm in the near non-existent space between them, making the rest of the group laugh.

Andre licked his swelling lips, his eyes still on Jazz. “What? A nigga can't kiss his girl no more?” he asked, earning a sharp glare from Zuri.

“Not till he learns how to do it like he's got some fucking home training,” they snarked with an index finger pointed at him.

“Okay, thank you for making me regret introducing yall,” Jazz said, interrupting the two before the bickering continued beyond return.

“Shit, speaking of introductions. This is my cousin Deja, she visiting from Florida,” Andre said, gesturing towards the dark skinned woman that had sized them up.

The hug between her and Andy was brief, with a quick “nice to meet you,” while the hug with Zuri was a little longer as she whispered something in their ear that made them smirk.

“And this is my boy Terry, he just moved not too far from here.”

The moment Andy's attention shifted towards him, it had become his to keep eternally. Standing at what she estimated to be 6’2, the tawny skinned man stood at least a head above them all. His broad frame and bulky arms indicated at least 4 days of gym every week, and coupled with his height, he looked imposing. And if his godlike body wasn't enough to capture your mind, his facial features would surely do the trick. Plump and soft looking pink lips he deliciously swept his tongue over, and the well trimmed goatee around them called for Andy to try and snatch a taste by the end of the night. Glancing up at his face, they suddenly made eye contact. His green eyes glimmered with an intensity she couldn't name, daring her to dip her toe in the dark and unfamiliar waters that was him or else he would claim her for his own. Andy's gaze only darkened with a silent promise to make his conquest as difficult as possible.

Then he took a step forward, breaking into her space. His scent, an earthy, citric potion that invaded her senses, momentarily disarmed her. Momentarily.

Terry took her hand and kissed the inner side of her wrist, his challenging gaze unwavering against her somewhat weaker resolve.

“Pleasure to meet you. You gonna tell me what your name is princess?” he asked her, an undercurrent of teasing in his tone that only she could pick up on.

“I'm not sure if you deserve to know it yet, “princess”” she retorted, stepping up to the invisible plate he put out for her. A chorus of “oohs” and chuckles sounded from the people around them; people they had even forgotten existed.

“Oh it’s like that?” he asked teasingly.

Andy tilted her head with a smirk and shrugged, fully issuing a challenge. Terry bit his lip and nodded slowly, fully accepting. Sexyness be damned, Andy was not about to make it easy for some stranger just because they had green eyes and a killer smile. She was a prize to be won, not some courtesy medal for participation and there were no exceptions to the rule.

“Damn, I don’t think Terry’s ever encountered a girl he couldn’t bend over with a wink. You deserve an extra shot for that, girl,” Deja snickered as she lazily flung her arm over Terry’s shoulder.

Right as the words left her lips, a waitress approached the table. Kierra, as Andre called her, took their orders of 25 shots of Don Julio, 4 long islands, and his ‘usual table special’. Andy noticed the girl being extra nice and flirty with Terry, who although playing along, wasn’t really into it. Never the jealous type, especially over men she had just met, she paid them no mind, choosing instead to engage in the animated conversation that was being had around her. Andre was telling them about how he opened the club over a decade ago just to spite his parents. He was around 22 at the time and they wanted to arrange a marriage between him and a girl he had grown up with. He had come to consider a sister and she had just come out to him as lesbian. Although they had joked about it being a lavender marriage, neither of them wanted to feel tied to each other like that.

“So I left Bel-Air for ATL and my folks didn’t like that one bit. They said if I didn’t come back they’d cut me off and I was like “aight bet”. I took what I had at the time, called up Deja ‘cause she partied here a lot and knew all the right people including Terry’s cousin, and now here we are,” Andre finished.

“Wow, that's insane, so where ole girl at now?” Zuri asked.

“She out in New York on some big time model shit. Ever heard of Briar Vance?”

“Briar Vance is your best friend?!”

“Briar Vance is gay?!” Zuri and Andy gasped, making Andre, Deja and Terry laugh. Jazz, however, was scandalized by Zuri’s reaction, elbowing them in the side.

Jazz’s boyfriend’s best friend was the biggest model of their time, having graced every big time cover and modeled for every coveted luxury brand by the time she was 27. While Briar was Zuri’s celebrity crush. Andy’s friend group always kept up with her work. Dee, one of her best friends, absolutely adored the modelling legend, even citing her for getting into the business herself.

“Ho, did you know?” Zuri demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at their twin to which Jazz rolled her eyes before smacking the finger out of her hand.

“Yeah, and something tells me I was on the right track with not telling you,” Jazz snarked, eliciting an exaggerated gasp from her twin.

Light banter ensued within the group as the group’s drinks arrived. Liquor was knocked back like juice and a well-known courage accompanied it. Soon everybody was on the dancefloor lost in the alcoholic daze and the hypnotic Kaytranada mix the DJ had taken to. Bodies moved in reckless abandon while keeping to the rhythm. Hands traveled from body to body in a consensual adventure of attraction among adults.

Adults being Jazz and Andre, and Zuri with Deja. Andy and Terry however were caught in a game of push-and-pull. The pair had barely exchanged a word outside of introductions and a few tidbits about their alcohol tastes. Still, the attraction was undeniable and Andy was there for a good time, not a long time. Deciding to take this stranger home was dangerous, but what else in Andy’s life was new. This tug of war; her and Terry dancing with different people despite clearly wanting to tear each other’s clothes off, fanned this temporary spark into something bigger. It had become a flame threatening to consume them both, but not for long as it was still ephemeral in its essence.

Her body ground against her decoy partner whose name she swore she’d heard. Clayton? Clive? Cleveland? Something like that. She let his palms roam over body, not allowing a single touch to linger a second longer than it needed to. Terry on the other hand clutched and gripped at whatever his pawn granted him access to. Their little performances painted different images of dominance. Andy dangled herself in Terry’s face as a treasure he couldn’t just take like he was used to, instead being someone he would have to put in some work for. Terry promised Andy that once he had her, he would twist and mold her at his will and she’d only beg for more. Their playthings had yet to figure this out as they continued to prod physically and verbally with sweet whispers of absolutely nothing and sensual touches.

They continued to ignore them however, maintaining their silent struggle for dominance over one another through defiant and determined gazes between greens and browns. Andy shuddered internally, she had never felt such a push and pull from anyone she had been with, let alone a stranger who for all she knew could be a decade older than her. She'd probably never see this man again too. Having had enough of playing from a distance, she subtly closed in on her prey, making sure to keep her starter close. Andy was confident, not arrogant. There was still a chance that things could go wrong.

“Dance with me,” she said, earning a sly grin from Terry who wordlessly accepted by taking her hand and maneuvering his way behind her. He led her to a more central part of the floor where the rest of the group had moved to as there was more space.

Getting through the crowd was relatively easy due to Terry's intimidating stature. A threatening glance was all it took to clear space for them, never once needing to mention his relationship with the owner. Stopping right in the center of the club among their group, Terry placed his hands on Andy's waist and pulled her body flush against his. Their eyes met once again, flooded with lust and determination to make each other fold.

Lulled into a trance by Terry's weighted gaze and the sound of Victoria Monet’s seductive voice on Alright filling the room, Andy turned around whining her waist, making sure to brush against Terry's crotch. Her hands found her knees, deepening the arch in her back as she gave the intoxicatingly handsome man behind her a show he'd never forget. She felt his hands make themselves at home on the curves of her ass, grabbing and caressing before they finally settled with a firm grip on her waist once again.

Together they swayed with the rhythm of the music, Terry pushing against Andy with every glide of her hips. Terry hooked his arm around her abdomen and pulled her back to straighten her body. His warm breath fanned the goosebump riddled skin on her neck as she ground up against him. She heard a strained groan tear from his throat, accompanied by a tightened hold on her waist.

“Fuck, you don't know what you're doing to me,” he rasped, his voice rough and laden with desire, making her throw her head back into his chest.

“You wanna tell me about it, or you wanna show me instead,” Andy near-moaned without a second thought.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest before he sharply pressed his groin into her ass. The thick bulge elicited a mix between an excited gasp and a wanton mewl from Andy. The pot between her thighs seemed more eager than she cared to be as drops of honey met the soft skin of her inner thighs.

“Fuck,” she breathed out.

Her mind however was locked in a struggle between lust and control. While the two had been in tandem the whole night, she found herself wanting Terry more than she wanted to keep the reins of their game. Between how much resolve she had and the tension building in her stomach, control was becoming more and more of a concept. That didn’t mean he had to know that yet.

Suddenly wrapped around the arm she had cupping Terry’s cheek behind her. She was spun into her cousins who had separated from their dance partners. Although they weren’t too far off. The trio swayed to Xtasy be Ravyn Lenae, the mischievous grins on the twins making Andy roll her eyes.

“Someone’s having fun,” Zuri teased.

“Isn’t that what we’re here for?” Andy retorted playfully, making her cousins chuckle.

“I know that’s right! Just remember to keep it cute and safe,” Jazz quipped.

Andy clutched her chest and let her jaw slacken. “Jasper Jorah Sloane! Are you implying that I, your sweet innocent fairy cousin, will be letting some random fine ass nigga split me open and eat me up like a plate of crab legs tonight?” she gasped exaggeratedly.

“Bitch if yo ass sweet and innocent then I must be Beyonce’s evil twin or somethin,” Jazz cackled. “I just don’t want my little South Side to have an even littler South Side yet. Your daddy may be swimming in bands and some change but Zuzu and I ain’t got “rich aunty” money yet.”

“Hoes is speaking French, talm bout “we”. Bitch I got “aunty money,” I just don’t have “aunty time” or “aunty patience,” Zuri scoffed before playfully jabbing their acrylic covered index nail at Mila. “So you better have some condoms or be on the pill, ‘else you ain’t goin’ nowhere with Mr Badu and his little green eyes,” they added, a semblance of seriousness seeping into their tone.

“Relax, I’m on the IUD way, so nobody will be getting pregnant tonight.”

“Aight girl, have a good time and if anything seems off, call us. We’ll come running,” Jazz promised.

“Thanks guys. I love ya’ll so much,” Andy gushed, pulling them into a group embrace.

“Girl we love you too, but these damn group hugs gotta come to an end,” Zuri groaned while the other two giggled.

“Girl fuck what grumpy smurf over there says, I hope the group hugs never stop,” Jazz said.

The trio made their way back to Deja, Andre and Terry, the latter two locked in conversation while the former continued vibing with some girls around them. Jazz cleared her throat before grabbing Andre by his chain into a kiss. While Zuri cringed, Andy caught the subtle wink Jazz sent her. She turned towards Terry whose hooded eyes were already drinking her in like a glass of hard liquor.

“I’m guessing you already know what I’m on,” he asked with a light nip of his bottom lip.

Andy tilted her head slightly, gaze not faltering as she lightly tugged at his white unbuttoned shirt. “Maybe. Depends on what that is.”

A dangerous smirk spread across his features, thumb brushing against her lips before he leaned in, stopping right before their lips could meet. Soft breaths taunted Andy, daring her to close the space.

“You wanna tell me what your name is princess?”

“Fuck, Andy you feel so good!”

Fast, careless, and rough. The way Terry handled Andy was poetically reminiscent of the way she had gone about the night; some would say it’s how she lived her life. Andy thought it to be the perfect route to fulfillment, and in this case, the perfect speed and feel for casual sex.

“Shit Terry, fucking love how you’re fucking me..Feels so fucking good!” she moaned as he practically bruised her g-spot.

Even with the way he jackhammered in and out of her, he had managed to draw two orgasms out of her, having pounced on her the moment they got out of the cab and into her apartment. His hand had found a perfect place of rest around her throat, grip firm but not tight enough to draw breath. His animalistic glare held a shadow of emptiness to it. It matched the detached lust in Andy’s chestnut irises to a T. His other hand held one of her thighs up for easier access since he was far bigger than she could just take. He didn’t even bottom out, yet he had stretched her out so deliciously.

“Yeah? You like how I’m digging you out princess? You like this big ol’e fucking your pretty little brains out?” he growled, baring his teeth.

Although the sweater and chain had already been enough to have him fucking her against her front door and over her couch, naked Terry was a whole different story. For the unhinged god before her, Andy would have risked a whole other life for him. Perhaps if they had met under different circumstances..

“Yeah-oh go–I fucking love it baby,” she breathed out, struggling to connect a coherent thought.

Like the fickle spark between them, the way their bodies connected was chaotic. Their kisses were explosive and disjointed, their hands often getting lost and found in between them as they stumbled into the house. This jerky sequence was like a language Andy knew all too well. Fluidity was foreign to her, so this disorganized dance was more familiar to her. Even as her body began to jerk as Terry sent her crashing into another orgasm, she welcomed the violent wave that threatened to drown her.

“Give it to me baby! That’s right, cum all over this shit,” Terry grunted as he chased his own release right behind hers.

Andy’s being collapsed into a fountain of pleasure right as the fireworks began blasting through the Atlanta sky. A long year being closed out lost in a sea of self-indulgence was something her friends and cousins would call on-brand for her. Although the NYE sex was something New, Andy had become notorious amongst her loved ones for being in an inebriated daze of sorts when it was time to cross into a New Year. Upping the ante from alcohol wasn’t necessarily planned, but it was a welcomed change.

She would definitely be doing this again next year.

Soon Terry pulled out with a grunt and came over her tits before collapsing next to her. However he had only spent a second in the spot before getting up and headed towards her open bathroom. He returned holding up her magenta bath towel. Casually, he made his way towards her as if he hadn’t just fucked her silly. He quickly wiped his cum off her chest before tossing the towel over her laundry hamper. She sat up and maneuvered herself under the now stained magenta duvet. Her back against the headboard and chest partially covered by the cotton duvet, she watched Terry pick her top and his clothes up and place them neatly over the stool by her vanity. The naturality at which he moved around her space made her raise an impressed eyebrow. Even in an unfamiliar environment, his aura never shriveled into uncertainty. In fact he had practically made her space his.

“Mind if I sleep over?” he asked simply. His omission of an explanation made Andy snort inwardly.

Oh to be reincarnated as an audacious and unrealistically good looking man.

“Sure, I don’t have anything you could borrow though,” she shrugged.

Terry just smirked before climbing into her bed and settling next to her. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling in so he could plant hungry kisses on her neck eliciting an erotic moan from her.

“Something tells me that won’t be a problem.”

An incessant buzzing rang through Andy’s bedroom as her phone violently vibrated against her drawer. Andy groaned, folding her pillow around her disheveled head. She clenched her eyes shut and ground her teeth while she patiently waited for the alarm to stop.

And it did, but right as a relieved breath escaped her nostrils, the buzzing made an even more violent return, grating at Andy’s already throbbing head. Another groan escaped her aching throat as her arm stretched out to reach the offending object on her dresser. Her hand wrapped tightly around her phone, instantly hitting the power button and silencing it once more. But her reprieve was short lived when the phone buzzed once again, this time eliciting a frustrated grunt. Except it wasn’t from Andy. It sounded deeper, more masculine.

Right...

“Please answer the damn phone,” the man draped around her groaned annoyedly.

Andy’s eyebrows furrowed, wondering if it could actually be a call and not an alarm.

“Fucking New Years,” she sighed before grabbing the phone and bringing it closer to her face.

The caller ID read as “unknown” and although she contemplated ignoring it, she figured a random stranger wouldn’t be this persistent so early in the morning. Or they could. Either way, she was getting annoyed and figured that ignoring them wouldn’t make them stop.

“Sloane,” she mumbled tiredly.

“Andy? Fuck, Andy, it’s Jazzy…my phone died and I’ve been trying to find one that’s on-We’re at the hospital; Andre, Deja and me...Oh my God I-” Zuri rambled, their distressed tone rattling Andy into pushing Terry’s arm off her and sitting upright.

“Zuri, breathe baby. Deep breaths, come on,” Andy instructed, attempting to stop Zuri from flying into a panic attack.

Her cousin’s breaths grew shallower and shallower as they stumbled through an incoherent explanation of sorts.

“Zuzu, you’re not breathing. Stop talking and breathe, please,” Andy pleaded, growing wearier by the second. She pushed the covers off and scurried around the room in a panicked search of her pajamas.With her phone sandwiched between her ear and shoulder, she coached her cousin’s breathing, coaxing it from erratic to more controlled.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Zuri reassured through choked but settled breaths.

“You sure?” Andy asked, leaving a baffled Terry in the room to take the call in the lounge.

“Yeah, but Jazzy…” was all Zuri could get out before her words turned to choked sobs.

“Zuri, where are you?” Andy questioned softly as headed back to her bedroom to retrieve her apartment keys and ask Terry to leave.

“The ho-Emory Hospital…Andy hurry, please-”

“It’s okay Zuzu, I’ll be right there. Just give me 5 minutes okay,” Andy reassured as she grabbed her keys from her vanity.

“I need to go,” she mouthed to a still confused Terry who still immediately got the message and rolled off her bed to get dressed.

“Andy please, please hurry, Jazzy she-” Zuri was cut off by a hiccup, but before Andy could tell them to save it for when she got to the hospital, Zuri spoke again.

“Andy, Jazzy’s been shot.”

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