Warning: My story holds themes not everyone will enjoy or appreciate, such as interracial love between a white man and a black woman, forced love/scenes, dubious consent, and non-consent scenes. If this is something that you are not interested in and do not enjoy reading, there are other stories out there you may like. I am sorry if my stories are not to your liking. Once again, everyone else, please enjoy and thank you. If the grammatical errors are too much, stop reading and do something else. I do not want you to burn your brain cells.
SO: Ken
I'm Into You 02
It took Suraya three hours to get to Jordan's house. She had to take two buses and walk the rest because his neighborhood didn't have an additional bus stop. "Of course not," she mumbled. Cambridge Estates meant luxury, silver spoon baby.
She was attending Cambridge Academy due to her scholarship and sponsor. She must maintain a four-point-zero GPA, or they would have thrown her big booty out. Her sponsors were using her as a tax write-off. They paid for her room and board. Suraya was okay with them using her as their token. God, she said mentally, how can I be okay, shaking her head.
Pulling the sheet of paper she got from Mrs. Williams, she headed towards 2309 Westbound Lane. Once she arrived at the Tuscan-style home, she matched the number to the note and walked up to the door. Living in a poor neighborhood had its disadvantages, but it had some advantages as well. Suraya enjoyed looking closely at the house and appreciated its elegant and beautiful features.
A butler in a black suit opened the door. "Good evening, ma'am," the butler said in precise, clipped tones.
Suraya smiled at him. "Good, good evening to you, sir. I'm here for Jordan Highpoint."
he He stood aside to let me in. "Right this way, ma'am. Follow me."
Suraya's eyes were wide as she followed the butler to the living room, trying to take in all that she had seen. She was sure that she passed an elegant formal living or dining room attached to a rather stylish and 'chic' family den space, which looked super fashionable, with polished hardwood floors, and valuable-looking paintings on the wall. Translucent curtains were running throughout the house, painted in a light-champagne tint, bringing in the required brightness and airiness in perfect measure.
Suraya couldn't contain her smile when walking into the house.
"Please have a seat. I shall go get Mr. Highpoint," the butler said, gesturing to a plush couch.
"This living room is so beautiful," Suraya blurted out.
"This isn't the living room, ma'am. It's the parlor," he said before leaving the parlor.
Suraya was in awe of the place, making a mental note so when she got a lovely house. She giggled, trying to mimic the butler in a deep, low accent, "This isn't the living room, ma'am. It's the parlor." She giggled again. Suraya hadn't been outside her dorm, let alone to realize that she had entered a parlor.
"Mr. Highpoint would like for you to meet him in the kitchen. Please, ma'am, follow me."
Suraya stood up and almost forgot where she was for a second, following behind the butler, entering the beautiful kitchen.
Jordan was leaning against the kitchen counter. He crossed his arms across his chest and grinned smugly at Suraya.
Crap, alone in a kitchen with Jordan, she thought. She knew bad things tended to happen around him.
Jordan bit his lip reflectively. "So why are you late?"
Suraya gulped. "Uh, oh. I had to walk here, and I didn't have a cellphone, and yeah. I'm sorry." She smiled weakly at him.
His eyes flickered over her. "Why even come?"
Suraya wasn't sure either, and she was confused at why she did come. The words flowed out of her mouth like vomit. "Why did you try to get me suspended?" She continued, "I could have lost my scholarship because of that."
"Ah, so you come to ask that, instead of trying to tutor me. Is that why you're late?" Jordan spoke.
Suraya shook her head. Was he not listening? I had to walk to get here. He lives ridiculously far for no reason. "I just told you, why I was late, please don't change the subject. Why did you tell the principal that I did your homework."
"But you did do my homework," he said smugly, then roughly added, "For my own personal reason."
"Whatever the reason, it is probably not a good one, leave me out of it," Suraya spat out firmly.
"Have a seat, Suraya," Jordan said, pulling the chair out.
Feeling like a moron, with Jordan having ignored her, and she didn't know what else to do. "You guys bullied me into doing your homework," she said softly.
"I don't recall it that way."
Suraya was confused about why he was playing dumb. "Wes told me, I... If I refuse." She swallowed hard. "Wes said to have it by Friday." Tapping his lips, "I don't recall him saying what he would do to you if you had refused."
Thinking back to the time, Suraya realized Jordan was right. She never figured out what he would ever do to her. She could have gone to Mrs. Williams about it and told her what had happened. She became lost in her thoughts.
"Let's get started," Jordan said. Following Jordan's demand, Suraya walked in silence as if her body had a mind of its own. About fifteen minutes in, Jordan suggested they head back to the parlor. Jordan sat next to Suraya once they enter the room. She had never sat this close to a guy before. Feeling a bit hot, Suraya grabbed her book and went to sit down at the computer desk, her back facing him. Jordan, who was engrossed in his reading, didn't even look up from reading to notice she walked away. they studied in silence until Surya's timer went off.
"Let me check your work."
Jordan handed her his sheet. Suraya pursed her lips, as she scanned his work, tracing over his writing with her fingers. "This easy isn't bad, maybe you can add more details here. but overall it's simple and neat." She smiled. "OK, let's review the math homework that was signed to us by Mr. Piadas."
"You got all these answers right, why do you need me to tutor you?" Suraya had ask, raising her head to look at him.
He grinned, spreading his hands supplicatingly. "Because I need you," he said.
Suraya blushed for a second before she turned to look back at the paper. Don't fall be fooled by his word, she thought to herself. She thought that he needed the help. When he wasn't looking, she wrote a small 'done' next to his homework.
Hopefully, he won't need her help after today because she was confused as to why she was there. She kept her eyes averted, pretending not to see the intense gaze he was giving to her.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes please," she answered with a smile.
She had envisioned piping hot chocolate and cookies, which had been dancing in front of her very eyes. Stepping out of the room, Jordan went to go get the food. Returning, Jordan brought back a tray with him. Suraya noted his hands were full, and got up to help. Taking a step forward to grab the plates from his hands, she tripped over her own two feet. With an involuntary 'oof' noise escaping from her, she fell right on top of Jordan, feeling his body clench as she 'landed on top of him.' She had tried a wild, windmilled motion with her arms to try to keep her balance and not tip over, hoping, please, God, don't let mei fall on Jordan... too late. 'Oh God, take me!' she screamed mentally.
Jordan growled from under her, trying to push her off his body. "the food is all over the place and we're freaking wet!"
"I'm sorry. I was trying to help," Suraya panted, trying to work her arms more adroitly so that she could raise herself; her legs were all tangled with his— they looked like a human ball of intertwined wool. As she was trying her best to free herself, she noticed how warm Jordan felt, and how his chest was rising and falling in time to his breathing, how fast his heart was beating, and how amazing he smelled.
"Try harder!" Jordan exclaimed, his breath fanning her hair against her cheek.
