THAT NIGHT**
“Guys! Let’s play truth and dare!” Maureen clapped, loudly in the sitting room.
John came out, laughing.
“What’s your problem?” She growled.
“You’d better go to bed. All the guys are busy now. I mean the men, of course” He said.
She folded her arms.
“What are you talking about?”
Clark came out.
“There’s gonna be a big football match soon. 15 minutes more” He smiled.
“And guess what? Our showmax got renewed, thanks to Mr Daniels. He surely has a knack on how to make his male students smile” Desmond came out, giggled.
Maureen pouted, sadly.
“We’ll do that dare of a thing but not today. We can’t miss this match” John said.
“Swears” Desmond and Clark agreed.
“Let’s go” Clark muttered and Desmond followed him into his room.
“Hmphhh!!!” Maureen groaned and left.
“Why doesn’t the girls own room own a TV. Its only the 3 of you! Whyyy?? So unfair. What if we wanna watch Netflix! Bias people!!” She Mõ@ɲed and ran back in, sulking.
***
“Whitney. The match. Its about to start” Jayden smiled.
Whitney frowned, lightly.
They sat down together on the only sofa in their room which directely faced the plasma TV. written by sommy pearl f.
Jayden looked at her and saw her facial expression wasn’t nice. She was quite unhappy.
“Whitney? What’s it?” He asked, worriedly.
She looked at him, with a puppyish face.
“Tell me, pretty cake. What’s it?” He asked, picking off the strands of hair that fell on her face.
Though, his other eye was stealing stares at the TV. He couldn’t miss the soccer that was playing and showing.
“I wanna watch Netflix” She muttered.
“You know I really want you to watch Netflix but maybe after an hour? I gotta watch this match. huh?”
She sighed, pouting.
“Please understand, pretty cake”
“But I don’t like soccer”
“C’mon, baby. You’ll like it. Let’s watch” He quickly kissed her cheek and focused on the TV.
She scowled at him as his eyes were fixed on the TV.
“Go…Sh!t, C’mon!! You can do this Messi! f_ck!! The ball was almost there” He hissed.
Whitney laid her head on his laps, her body resting fully on the sofa.
Jayden looked down at her and smiled. Then, pecked her forehead.
“I’m bored” She whispered.
“I wanna watch Netflix” She added.
“Please baby. Please. This match is important”
“So, I’m not important?”
“Oh no. You’re important. Very important than you ever think” He replied, still engrossed in the soccer.
“Then, change the channel to Netflix”
“35 minutes left, sweet cake. Just 35 minutes and its done. I promise you Netflix and Chill, okay?”
Whitney looked at him and bit her lips. She saw the remote control in his hand.
All she needed was that remote!
“Jayden? Can’t you watch this stuff in Desmond and Clark’s room?” She asked.
“No. I’m still holding a grudge against them”
“C’mon. You need to amend and talk things out with them. This was one of the reasons Mr Daniels sent us here. I thought y’all were good when we were playing and acting all jolly at the beach”
“We had no choice. The beach was quite fun and that’s was it. I still dislike Desmond for recording me and Clark for kissing and crushing on my ex then. Unbelievable”
“Do you still like Natalie??” She asked, frowning angrily.
“What! No! Why…why would I?”
“Then, it makes no sense why you should be holding a grudge on Clark. Its over between you and Natalie so just…let the guy be. Like the f_ck!”
“Whitney?”
“Don’t Whitney me?” She tossed her face to the other side.
“Okay. I’m gonna apologize to only Clark. I’m sorry, sweet cake. I and Natalie, we are over. So, it makes no sense trying to h@ťě him”
“More like it” She sighed.
“Baby? Look at me. I’m sorry” He whispered.
She smiled, but quickly drove it away and placed a serious look on her face before looking at him.
“I’m sorry, okay? Now smile for me” He smiled, patting her hair.
She smiled and he giggled. Afterwards, he faced the TV.
“So, you can go to their room, right? Go watch the soccer there” She chipped.
“I can’t…” He mumbled, his eyes immersed on the TV.
“Why not?, I thought-
“I’m a fan of Messi. They prefer Reinaldo. So…Yeah, I can’t. We might fight and argue in there and that’s might cause another grudge and malice you aren’t asking for”
“So, what about John?”
“Lets not even go there”
“Why?”
“Just…” He muttered, and hissed lowly.
“Choose John or your friends”
“Well, John is quite better. He’s a fan of Messi and…It’s a goal!! Pretty cake, Its a goal! Sweet!!!” He screamed.
He could even hear screams around the lounge.
“Yeessss!” Jayden heard John’s shout.
“Then, go to John. I really wanna watch Netflix”
“Later, babe…Later”
“You leave me no choice” Whitney whispered.
“Huh? What did you say?”
“Nothing” She replied.
She breathed deeply and held his hand which laid on her flat tummy.
One of his other hand was on the sofa rest, holding the remote control tightly.
Soon, A beer Ad popped in the Tv screen.
This made Jayden waver from the screen and he took his eyes to Whitney who was holding his hand.
He wondered what she was up to.
She placed the hand on her left B-__-bs and squeezed it.
“Babe?” He muttered.
“Squeeze and tease me, Milk shake” She whispered, seductively.
“Milk shake?” He thought and gulped hard.
“She called me milk shake?” He blushed. Even the way her voice whispered almost made him turn on.
She squeezed it again, tenderly and the felt the squishing and softness of her B-__-b.
She wasn’t even wearing any bra or strophium.
“d@mn it, babe” He whispered and kept the remote on the table.
He grabbed her other B-__-b with his other hand, and squeezed it.
Whitney felt the squeeze and sensitive touch and blinked her eyes fast, involuntarily.
He slowly took off of his laps and made her sit on the sofa. He moved closer to her and slowly took his hands underneath her top.
He fondled her tummy with his sensitive touches and she bit her lower lip hard trying to calm herself.
“Gosh. Milkshake” She whispered, feeling his Șëx¥ touches.
He slowly took his hands higher to reach her B-__-bs and Ɲīpplës.
“Thanks” She suddenly said and took his hands away.
“Huh? What’s it? Why?” He asked, with widened eyes.
“I got the remote control” She shoved it to his face.
“Whitneyyyy” His eyes widened the more.
“Too late, Milk- I mean, Jayden” She cjuckled and changed the channel to Netflix.
“More like it” She heaved.
Jayden pouted sadly and stood up.
“I guess I’ll go to one of the guys room”
Whitney grinned.
“Please, do so”
“B-__-bs will be the end of me!!” He Mõ@ɲed and ran out, grumbling.
“Cute” Whitney chuckled.
TBC
Something must ki|| Jayden. And that should be B-__-bs!?
Whose room should Jayden go to now? John’s or Desmond/Clark’s?