Page 39 of My Brother's Keeper
My stomach sank because I could only imagine what the hell they had up their sleeve. The sound of the forks clinking at the table was the only sound in the room until Colby cleared his throat. “So, Alyse, your father tells me you're a dancer at TSU.”
I stopped moving the food around on my plate and glanced at him. “And is.” I smirked.
My mother damn near choked. “Girl, what has gotten into you?”
My father laughed. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. She just picked up bad habits from that school. Bob, have you considered what we talked about?”
My father was a trip. The nigga acted like he wasn’t even black, like it wasn’t him who went to TSU back in the eighties. Like it wasn’t him who pledged and probably did worse things at the very same school I was attending. Mr. Hansen looked at meas he picked up his napkin, dabbing at his mouth. “Yes, I have, and I see,” he paused. “That you need this favor more than ever. Alyse, your father loves you very much, so much that we were able to get you transferred over to Hillsdale University.”
I slammed my hand on the table. “What!”
My mother seemed shocked as she turned to my father. “Wait, you didn’t say anything about trying to transfer her. She is fine where she is.”
My father looked at my mother. “No, she’s not. Look how she talks. Did you see the boy she was with? We agreed we didn’t want the—”
“Hello! I am sitting here,” I said as I glanced at Mr. Hansen. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hansen, but I will not be going to Hillsdale,” I finished as I stood from the table.
“Alyse Maverick. Spring semester, you will be in Hillsdale, and if you choose not to go, I am no longer paying your tuition.”
I didn’t bother to say another word as I stormed off. I grabbed my coat and purse and headed to my car. “Alyse, wait!” I heard Colby yell.
I spun in his direction. “What!”
He held his hands out to me. “Relax. First, your father is looking out for your best interest, and second, Hillsdale isn’t that bad. It’s out of state, but not bad at all. Look, consider it. How about I come up to TSU to check out your school, and you come to my school for one weekend to check it out? Friends?” he offered.
I gave him a quick nod, jumped in my car, and took off, leaving Colby standing there. I pulled my phone out to see Morgan’s name on the screen. “Hello?” I answered.
“Girl, I’ve been calling you. Have you seen the news?”
Wrinkles formed in my forehead. “No, why?”
She got quiet. “Hello, earth to Morgan.”
“It’s Flex, Alyse, she,” she paused. “She was killed in a bad car accident after dropping me off last night.”
My head spun because what Morgan just said made me feel sick. Tears trickled down my face as I tried to make sense of what she said. Flex said she was going to help me with my audition. She had always been so nice, and she had come all the way to TSU to see me. Now she was gone. I didn’t know what to think, but I knew I just wanted to be alone.
MALI
Symphony’s body rocked back and forth as she straddled my lap. Her pussy was everything I needed in this moment. I knew that in a few hours of my not having any alcohol, my attitude would soon change, and I prayed like hell she wouldn’t take offense.
My hand slid up her back as I took a handful of her hair into my hands. I tilted her head and dove my face into her neck. Every kiss I gave her was passionate, just as my heart was for her.
Back and forth.
“Symph,” I moaned.
Back and forth.
She was so into it that she wouldn’t look at me. She dropped her head forward as her eyes raised to me. “Mmm, baby, I love this. Every time,” she whined.
I gripped her hips, moving her body faster. “I do too. Look at me,” I told her.
She glanced at me, and her eyes were sultry. She was in deep, just as deep as I was. “Fuck me like you love me. Fuck me, like this is the last time,” I told her.
Symphony pushed me back onto the bed and planted her feet on each side of me. She pressed her hands on my abs andallowed her pussy to stroke my dick with a slow motion. I sucked in a deep breath before my mouth opened.“Ah!”I moaned. “Like that, Symph. Pussy sweet at the perfect Symphony.”
“Mm. I’m in it for the long haul. Mison I—”
