Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader
“Y/N over here” my best friend China waves me down. I see her boyfriend Florian there and he greets me with a wide smile. China’s sister India is sitting next to her and she nods as I get to the table. I sit in the high chair across from Florian. I will admit I’ve always found him attractive but what girl wouldn’t? His pretty hazel eyes and built shape. The fact that I know for one he’s down for the swirl but for two he can pick someone up of a larger size just has my panties soaking. But nonetheless that’s my best friends man. The problem is I’m not sure how long they’ll be together seeing as she changes niggas like panties.
“How’ve you’ve been?” He asks
“I’ve been good all I do is work so it’s nice to come out and enjoy the day with y’all. What about you how’s fighting” Florian is a well established boxer
“Great I fight this weekend which I’m ready for” I nod “which I wanted to talk to you about my managers wife is having a baby on Thursday and I was hoping you could come with me during my fight. You could help with negotiations and furthermore you speak French”
“Yea that’s perfect when are we leaving and coming back? I’ll have to let work know”
“Jesus you practically have to make a 2 weeks notice with her” India says. I never really cared for India cause she say a lot of slick shit but that’s my best friends sisters so I just went along with it. But best believe I’m not one for all the arguing.
“Well that’s what happens when you all you do is stack money” I shrug. She stares at me wildly and I shake my head chuckling to myself.
“uh Yea we leave Thursday night and come back Tuesday. The fight is on Saturday in Paris”
“Really? I’ve always wanted to go to France”
“Wait wait wait why didn’t you ask my sister?” India asks
“Because he asked me” I retort getting irritated. Home girl keep thinking she can say the slick shit and get away with it
“He asked me but I can’t take off” China says sipping her mimosa. I’m looking her way and I feel eyes on me so I look over at Florian who’s eyes are indeed on me. He doesn’t hold back when I look at him. Instead a smirk perks on his lips and I feel butterflies erupting in my stomach.
“Is it gonna be all work or can we go to like a French bar?” I ask jokingly
“No we’ll definitely have time to sightsee and do things”
“Ok good I’m excited” I smile “um I should order the plane ticket now huh?”
“No need I already paid”
“Oh well thanks I’ll give you the money back just let me know” he chuckles shaking his head
“Y/N you’re good don’t worry about it” I shake my head knowing I’ll lose the fight of trying to repay him. My mind wanders to his tongue. I wonder how good his tongue is since he’s so skilled in speaking. My thighs unconsciously clamp together and I bite my lip staring at my plate. I feel someone watching so I look back up directly at Florian who has the smallest smirk on his face. He may not know exactly what I was thinking but I’m sure he had a good idea of what and who it was about.
….
We’re all finished and now we’re just at the car and Florian comes over to me. His hands in his pockets, smile on his face and sunglasses hiding those gorgeous eyes.
“So are you ready to take over France?”
“More than ready I’m so excited”
“Good. I think we’ll have a lot of fun together” he bites his lip and I blush licking my glossed lips.
“I think we will too”
“Florian let’s go. I have to get to target before they close”
Relationship: Florian Munteanu x black plus sized reader
My alarm goes off and I happily get up getting ready for our trip to Paris. I go to the bathroom wetting my face with warm water seeing as cold water just makes me mad. I exfoliate my face and lips before moving on to brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash.
I hop in the shower scrubbing, shaving, and exfoliating my body with my warm vanilla sugar scented soap from bath and body works. I rinse off the soap and step out applying coconut oil to my damp body then applying the matching warm vanilla sugar lotion to lock in the moisture. I’m black we gotta stay hydrated and mind out business.
I put on some deodorant and face moisturizer grabbing a black bra and some burgundy rhinestone Brazilian panties. I grab the outfit laid on my nearby chair and my Nike air 270’s. I sit at my vanity doing a light makeup look and adding some Vaseline for that shine affect on my lips. I decide to tie up my long braids in a cute little bun and I see my phone buzz. I swipe right and answer Florian’s call “good morning” I smile
“Good morning” my breath physically catches in my throat at his deep raspy morning voice. “Are you ready?”
“Yes I am”
“Oh and be sure to have something nice we’re going to brunch with my family”
“Oh ok” I nod. I did pack some fancy outfits because it’s Paris who wouldn’t but I know China hasn’t met his family yet. “So do you fight tonight?”
“No tomorrow. And we’ll be staying with my parents at their house”
“We’re not staying in a hotel?”
“No” he chuckles
“Ok then”
….
I park my car on a vacant lot seeing a singular airplane and Florian sitting on the steps. I get out and my jaw is dropped to the core of the earth.
“Hey baby girl” he jogs over hugging me and I’m too in shock to even acknowledge the nickname. I pop the trunk and grab my suitcase before he takes it from me “I could’ve got it”
“For what I’m here. You look good”
“Thank you” I smile “so you own this plane?”
“Kinda me and my brother went half on it. You’ll get to meet him later” he winks. Flo takes my luggage to the flight attendants and holds my hand leading me into the spacious red leather interior of the plane.
“This is dope Flo” I say
“Thank you” we sit across from each other and the flight attendant brings us champagne in a glass.
I take a sip and I can taste how expensive it is.
“So how long will this flight be?”
“About 12 hours” I sigh as we take off.
“Well how do we pass time?” He cocks up his eyebrow Suggestively and I smile.
…
“Ok how old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask looking over. We’ve now moved next to each other giggling from the champagne.
“15” he answers. We’re playing a game of truth or strip. It’s simple. If you don’t wanna answer your truth you have to strip. Better than truth or dare. He has taken off his socks, shirt and watch and I took off my biker shorts and socks.
“Oh” I nod “if you had to choose between me and Brad Pitt to have sex with who would it be”
“Can I choose both?” I laugh
“Nope”
“Ok I would choose you” I laugh “I don’t know Brad like that or how good he is”
“How do you know I’m good in bed?” he leans getting closer.
“Aside from the details China tells me I can tell you know how to use what you got”
“What do you mean?” He smiles.
“You know what I mean” I laugh. Deep down I want him to prove me right but that would be completely outta line.
“I need an example” all of a sudden I’m shy but not to shy to bite my tongue.
“Like your tongue you look like you know how to use it in the best way” He doesn’t say anything he just stares at me. I feel myself leaning in. He’s leaning too. Our lips attach and it was like a flame was set off in my body. I’m frozen but my lips are still moving in sync with his.
Flo’s large hand caresses thigh then bring them in my underwear rubbing slowly at my clit. I moan in his mouth and he speeds up. Out of instinct I try to close my thighs arching my back but he keeps a good grip. He slips a finger in and starts kissing my neck. I moan out but the flash of my best friends face crosses my mind and I place my hands on his shoulders and stop all movements.
“You’re with China” I say breathing heavily. He nods looking down and my clit is throbbing and so badly I want so much more but I know I’d feel the worse whether China found out or not.
“You’re right I’m sorry” he nods taking his hand out of my underwear. His fingertip is wet with my juices and I let out a puff of air holding my head in my hands. I grab my pants and we redress ourselves before sitting back down. I sigh closing my eyes getting comfortable. All I can think about is his head between my legs and him being dominant and absolutely man-handling me. I open my eyes again looking out the window at the dark night sky.
‘Something takes over me and I straddle Flo and grab his arms wrapping them around me. I grab his face kissing him and he grinds me against his hard on. He’s quick to pull off my underwear and shimmy down his pants just a little bit. The tip inserts through my walls and I-‘
“Y/N you should probably get some rest” I snap out of my thoughts and he’s just staring at me.
“Yea you’re right” he stands to grabbing two blankets from the closet. He hands me one and I give off a small smile and a thank you. I pull the heavy soft blanket over my body up to my chin before taking a deep breath that transitions me into a deep sleep.
…
I wake up just at sunrise to see Florian asleep. He looks peaceful when he’s asleep. I look out the window watching the beautiful sky. It’s painted a mix of pink purple and yellow in the cleanest way.
I smile and stand up stretching my legs and back. There’s a big window at the back of the plane and I walk back there folding my arms just looking.
I feel arms around my waist and Florian’s hand slides up my neck to my jaw bringing my lips to his. I can’t help but kiss back now. This is so wrong but it feels so right.
I turn my body taking in his embrace and his hands go down to my butt giving it a light squeeze. He stops kissing me and walks away back to his seat. I watch his eyes close and I go sitting next to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me and I lay on his chest drifting to sleep once again.
…
We are just getting off the plane in the warm climate of France. Considering it’s spring there’s a slight chill in the air making me put on a light jacket. Flo grabs our bags taking it to the car and the driver gets out. He looks like Flo honestly. Not as tall but still over 6 feet, green hazel eyes, pretty smile. The have a resemblance towards each other. Florian gives him a big hug with a laugh “how’ve you been?” The guy asks
“I’ve been good. This is Y/N. Y/N this is my brother Daniel” he opens his arms and I give him a big hug.
“Nice to meet you” he smiles
“Nice to meet you too”
“How’s China” he glances at me smiling
“She’s great” he nods
“Good well let’s not waste any time let’s go” he nods. I get in the backseat and I see a woman in the front. “Hi I’m Amelia” she introduces. Perfect skin, long legs, gorgeous blonde hair. She’s a model.
“Hi I’m Y/N” she smiles sweetly and turns around. Florian sits next to me and his brother gets in the driver seat as we pull off in the beautiful city of Paris. Or as I like to call it, Heaven.
As we go through I’m glued to the window tapping Flo’s thigh every time I see something cool like mimes, flowers, and even puppies. I notice Flo’s hand on my thigh and I want to move it so badly for the sake of just feeling bad but I can’t. This feels so good.
We arrive at the house shortly after and it’s huge to say the least. I get out and Daniel opens the trunk. I go to grab my bag and Florian smacks my hand. My jaw drops with a laugh emitting from both of us while Daniel and his wife walk by.
“I’ll get it” he says. He picks up my suitcase and his as well rolling both of them into the house. I’m still enjoying the exterior. An older gentleman comes out looking at me. I walk up to him and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Are you English?” His thick accent much like Flo’s emits through his perfect teeth.
“Close. American. I’m Y/N, Florian’s friend”
“No girlfriend?” His thick accent doesn’t stop the curiosity but still love coming from him.
“No she’s at home” I smile. He extends his arms pulling me in for a hug. He smells like teakwood and a little bit of backwoods.
“We have dinner tonight. You like goat?”
“Never tried it” I laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulder walking me into his house “your house is beautiful”
“Thank you. Me and my wife built it when Daniel was born” he explains “from the ground up and this is one house I will never get rid of”
“I’m just in love with it” an older woman appears with broad shoulders and a disgusted look on her face staring right into my soul.
“Who this?” She asks pointing to me. I hate when people wave their fingers in my face it makes me wanna fight. But for her sake I’ll chalk it up to a culture difference.
“Diana this is Y/N Florian’s friend” his father speaks “oh my apologies my name is Emilio”
“You think you’re good enough for my son?”
“Excuse me?”
“Ma stop” Florian scolds “what the hell is wrong with you”
“I apologize she can be a handful sometimes. Which is why we’re separated” Emilio says to me. I can’t help but giggle and he shows me around more with Flo behind us.
…
I get out the steamy shower and a knock comes at my door. I open it slightly seeing its Florian dressed in a Nike tracksuit. I’m only in a towel and I smile at him. “Hey you look good” I step aside allowing him in and he shuts the door sitting on the bed.
“Thanks” he answers “you look better. I think my mom will love that” he laughs
“Funny” I smile sarcastically laughing to myself
“Y/N I’m sorry but I just can’t help myself when I’m around you. Every time even when all of us like me you and China are together I want to make you mine and I know that’s your best friend-“ I cut him off with a kiss. That’s that wrenching feeling inside of me knowing I’m going to hurt my best friend is strong. But my feelings for him are stronger. What we have built is too strong for me to just walk away.
“Let’s just have fun this weekend and we’ll see where to go from there” I reassure him. Florian slides his hand up my thigh dangerously close to my bare pussy. Before he moves any higher I push his hand away “I have to get ready”
“Alright alright” he stands up “just meet me downstairs” he kisses my head and I shut the door behind him. I sigh shaking my head ridding myself of the thought that betrays myself and my best friend the most. I go in my suitcase grabbing the short casual t-shirt dress I brought. It accentuates my curves but still is simple.
I grab some sandals sliding those on and snapping the strap to my ankle. I take one last look in the mirror before opening the door to his mother standing right in front of me. “Hi?” I respond in more of a question like tone
“Are you going to Florians fight in 2 days?” She asks
“I am” she rolls her eyes muttering something under her breath. “What was that?” I call out daring her to say it again. People, especially older people, need to realize respect isn’t given it’s earned and if you put me in a position where I have every right to disrespect you, then that’s that.
“Take your ass back on the plane and go home. My son doesn’t need you” Just then I hear Florian yell and he comes up the stairs.
“Let’s go Y/N” he grabs my hand but I yank it away too heated in the moment to understand he means good.
“Nah she wanna sit here and keep disrespecting me. I’ve had enough. Me and him aren’t-“ Florian picks me up taking me downstairs where he sets me down on my feet. His hands are still clad at my waist as I fume.
“I’m tired of her talking to me like she’s lost her gotdamn mind”
“Just don’t let her get to you. I’ll talk to her later tonight. Please” he begs. I sigh and he pulls me in for a tight hug. I take a deep breath of his cologne gathering my thoughts. I let go and walk in front of him to the kitchen earning a swat to my behind. I shake my head and we approach the table full of others. They all stare at me including his mother sitting at the end. I sit down and Flo sits next to me. The maids bring out an appetizer and it’s an orange soup. I grab my spoon taking a sip and it’s delicious.
“This is called a zuppa toscana” Emilio says “something my mother used to make me and my brothers all the time” he smiles. The family engulfs themselves in chatty conversations and I continue sipping on my soup. Flashbacks of the plane and Florian rubbing my pussy keep hitting me creating a waterfall in my panties. I can already feel their soaked through. I stretch my hand on his thigh lightly resting it there. Florian glances at me before going back to his food. I move my hand on top of his crotch rubbing lightly making a firm grip. I feel his thigh twitch and his hazel turn into a dark brown. I keep rubbing him through his pants feeling him harden. I keep rubbing until the chef comes out of the kitchen.
“The food is taking some time but it will be out shortly” the chef announces smiling.
“Perfect Y/N come with me” Florian grabs my hand dragging me with him throughout the house.
He opens the big glass door and lets me out first. I look around seeing we’ve entered a beautiful garden. “This is gorgeous” he shuts the door and grabs my hand not saying a word. Florian leads me through it to a bench in front of some flowers. I bite my lip and he wraps his hand around my throat sealing any space between us with a kiss. His hands move to my butt giving it a nice squeeze. I gasp feeling his tongue slip in my mouth. I feel dizzy and hot. I’m not sure who’s air I’m breathing anymore. He lets go and I suck in a breath of air as Florian sits on the bench. He pulls my dress off tearing off the thin fabric of my lace thong. He sits me on his lap and I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I grind along his hard-on as he grips the back of my neck holding me in a powerful kiss. I lift my dress up pulling my underwear to the side while he unbuckles his pants. Florian lets out a big girthy dick and I watch as it pulsates and leaked with precum.
I grab ahold of it and glide myself onto him feeling his dick expand my walls gracefully. Once I’m fully on him Florian grabs my hips digging into them guiding me to ride him. This increases my pleasure somehow.
“I’ve waited for this for so long” he moans bucking my hips faster. I bounce my ass and my acrylics glide through his short hair. My breath is caught in my throat by how fast I’m going and how big he is. My hands move to his chest and I let out that first succulent moan. Florian rolls my hips faster attaching his lips to my neck heightening my pleasure. I claw at his chest hearing his deep voice rumble in my neck “I’ve wanted this tight pussy around my cock and in my mouth since I first met you”
My moans get louder hearing his vulgarity and my legs begin shaking from the pressure building in my center. Florian holds me down with one arm and his other hand snakes up to my mouth silencing my moans. Somehow this makes this rendezvous 10x hotter. He starts pounding me out from below and the only thing you can hear is skin slapping on skin and his low grunts and moans.
“Are you gonna cum on me?” I nod furiously trying to push away from his death grip. The pounding becoming too much “uh uh take this dick”
I have no choice but to sit there and take it. My entire body tensed and I begin my convulsions while gripping on the bottom of his shirt. He takes his hand off my mouth and I instantly move to his neck where loud moans are muffled in his shirt. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I hop off to the best of my ability and get on my knees. I grab the base of his dick jerking it hard while sucking on the tip. Before I know it warm, bitterness is brought into my mouth while he grips the edge of the bench moaning. He’s gripping so hard that his knuckles are turning white.
“That’s my girl” I milk him dry and keep sucking until he’s begging me to stop. I come off his member with a pop and smile at him. Florian grabs my throat giving me a wet sloppy nasty kiss.
“You’re so nasty” he smiles “I love it”
I pull my dress down and discard my underwear in my bra. Florian fixes himself and I see the door open. It’s the chef.
“The food is ready. I was told you might be out here since it’s your favorite spot”
“Yes thank you. Just showing her the flowers” he extends his hand and I walk in front of him. The chef leaves the door open walking away and I giggle to myself thinking of what we just did. I’m gonna beat myself up later about it.
When I tell you this story is taking me a year to even catch up on. Life has its way of coming in and taking ya focus on other shit. But imma pull through and bring Florian and Geneva back to the masses. Just bare with me.
Authors Note: I am so terribly sorry for this long ass wait. Currently things are topsy turvy; school is going well and im about to go back in a few weeks, I’m in the process of moving in with my fiancé and yeah. It’s been a lot going on and i am so sorry to keep yall waiting. Without furtherado, here is the moment everyone has been waiting for ch. 9 of Workout. This one includes a bit of violence. A social dummy will be made for it, I just gotta find the right pictures. If ya wanna be added let me know (changed my mind), or wanna be removed let me know too. Lets do this!
There’s only a few things that could possibly go wrong, while you’re in Las Vegas. The city of sin, money and just plain old good times coming and flowing. Good vibes all around, especially for bachelor and bachelorette parties.
Little did anyone know, the baddest group around would turn the town upside down. For all the right reasons of course. Helping one of my best friends celebrate her last weekend as a somewhat single woman, into the world of marriage.
Now many people would think that I’d be the wrong person to do a bachelorette party. Well that’s where they’re wrong because I am the life of the party. I bring the fun, and the fun is always hype. I just so happen to be a divorcee, that didn’t stop me one bit. There were a total of 12 of us: 7 bridesmaids and 7 groomsmen. Me; Destiny, Valencia, Miyah, Cleo, Nefe and Roxie were all good friends and stuck together like glue. Miyah is my ex’s cousin, and Valencia is my cousin on my moms side. So when I introduced the girls to the bride to be back then, it was no question that Cynthia included them in her wedding.
“Geneva! What are we getting into tonight?”
“Yeah, I wanna know so I can set my alarm for the spa treatment in the morning.”
Destiny was looking through her suitcase for her headwrap while Cynthia, the bride be exact, was slightly panicking. Ah yes, the typical bride jitters. I know she means well and is in tune with her soul but, this is getting a bit over the top. I try my best to calm her down, amongst the rest of the bridal party.
“Cyn, baby girl. Imma need you to relax and breathe.”
“Breathe? Relax? What is that? Ha.” She chuckled gently and looked even more nervous than before, till she finally sat down on the plush couch.
“Cynthia, this is your weekend sis. As maid of honor, I am doing everything in my power to keep you calm as possible.” I held her hands in mine and started her breathing exercises.
Ever since that one fateful day in college for our exams, she had anxiety attacks for a few minutes. I tried my hardest to keep her calm as possible, so what worked was reciting this old lullaby in French my mother used to sing to me. It would always calm me down and it seemed to for Cynthia.
“Thank you Gege, I needed that.” With a gentle smile she gave me, I placed a sweet kiss on my friends head and went back to what I was doing originally.
“Any time sis, any time.” Sending a wink in her direction, I got a text letting me know about the boy’s whereabouts. “The guys are downstairs ready for us. Let’s go drink and zip line!”
“I can’t drink.” Destiny blurted out loud, and the whole room froze. All 6 of us were silent, as to why but knew.
I asked cautiously. “Des, are you-”
She nodded sharply and smiled tearfully, showing so much joy and hope. Destiny would never hide anything from us, not even the fact that she bought new shoes before pledge week. Yet this one she chose to hide for a good reason.
“Des, how far along are you?” Cynthia asked with a sweet smile, as we all headed to the elevator. The look of pure happiness on Des’ face was electrifying. Seeing her be so elated was more than enough reason to be an encouraging force in her life change.
“About 8 weeks.”
“8 weeks?!”
She held that in for a good while. I understand though, not wanting to jinx anything too early on but, 3 months pregnant and she doesn’t even look like it either.
“Well I believe this will call for a celebration for you too sis. That is if Cyn doesn’t mind doing a pamper day?”
I asked cautiously not wanting to step on any toes. With a head shake, attached with a smile, that was all the confirmation I needed. Letting the boys know where we’d be, we all headed to the hotel’s spa for a full on pamper day.
With all the things I had wished for myself coming to fruition, I knew something bad was going to unfold. It never fails. I am a firm believer in what energy you put into the universe, is the same energy you will receive. I just hope the fates are still on my side.
“Let’s go have some fun ladies!”
-Back in New York, Jake’s POV-
The streets of New York have been good to me lately. Well, by good I mean heavily changing and rewarding. Since my divorce has been finalized, watching the love of my life moving on with grace makes me wonder what it would’ve been like if I had treated her differently. Yes I do have a heart, when it’s not on ice most of the time.
As of late my great grandmother, Nana Simone, would come to me in many dreams of mine, saying my days were numbered if I didn’t get my act together. That I would go back to my original state of being and dwindle to nothing for not learning my lesson. You see deep in my family, on my mother’s side, there are some powerful beings in the realm of magic and all things voodoo. When I was younger I never really thought they were real, that is until I messed with the wrong deity and switched bodies before college started.
So ever since then I’ve looked like what my acquaintances call me, an asshole walking the earth. So let’s just say I don’t look the same as I have been. I am currently back in my original body, just with withering away.
At least I knew Mandy was by my side. I had told her about it but she of course laughed at the concept, that is until I had her look at my reflection in the mirror. That day she fainted.
With everything crashing and burning around me, with the divorce and potentially losing my business. I just needed something to regain my sanity until I had turned back into my old body. That was the case till this morning anyway, I had fully turned back and caused a fright to myself.
I had got myself together, finalizing all the loose ends I had to be settled and I planned to head on home. Snuggle up to my woman and just forget the world. That was the plan however till I saw a mysterious car, parked in front of my condo. Going inside, I could hear giggling. Two different voices, two different octaves.
My worst thoughts came true as I pushed the door open to my master bedroom, with such brute force, it was as if time stood still. Mandy was in bed, our bed alone, with Asurro. Her “personal” trainer, at that. They were scrambling to cover themselves, in an attempt to save face.
“Really, Mandy? Really. I’d say I’m surprised but I’m wrong.” I arched a brow and scoffed, leaning against the door frame. She looked at me dead in my eyes with worry and despair. Assuro glared at me like a cheetah on the move, ready to pounce.
Was I worried? Not in the slightest form or the phrase. He was bigger than me but, I’m sure I could take him on without a single scratch on me.
With a soft chuckle and a sigh, I sized them both up. “Oh don’t act so shocked Mandy. I had a feeling you’d be cheating on me. Did I suspect your “personal trainer” though? Of all people I don’t think you’d actually do better than me.”
“She has done better than you.” Assuro had gotten in my face with assertiveness and predator like tendencies. “Trust me little man, I will break you. Besides, do you really think she loves you? You’re more funny than I thought.”
“I still think she does. Even when I found out the baby isn’t actually mine. Luckily he’s with his grandmother.” I retorted.
Still in the same position as before, I noticed his face turned a slight shade of red. His whole demeanor exuded anger. “I’ve seen and heard what you’ve done to her lately and I have a right to say you’re a fucked up individual. Besides this was an open relationship to my understanding right?”
“Stay in your lane Assuro.” I snarled at him.
“Boys, let’s not fight over me please.” Mandy tried to get in between us but it was to no avail. She was merely shoved to the side by me, landing on the bed with a slight omf.
Assuro didn’t like that at all, not one bit. Next thing I knew, I was being choked and shoved against a nearby wall. I tried gripping his arm to release me but it wasn’t feasible. He threw me onto the ground and wailed on me. I managed to get in a few hits and get him down but, he was stronger than me. All I heard was Mandy screaming in the back trying to stop the fight, and nothing was working. I felt a few kicks to my stomach and my head even.
“Assuro! Stop!” I heard her voice wail out, barely pulling him off me. I could feel the blood all over my face, drip onto the floor. I heard them both talking one last time before I had blacked out completely.
-Few days later, back in Vegas, Geneva’s POV-
After a couple of days of fun for my girl Cynthia, and her now husband Johnathan, along with an amazing wedding on top of that, I knew once I got back home things would change. Mainly with my new job and such, making rounds at what not. Yet during the wedding I couldn’t help but stare my man down, with a fiery intensity that could not be put out by anyone, let alone anything.
In the midst of my calm nature I received an unexpected call. I glanced at the caller ID and was utterly confused, as was Florian, seeing as though he was laying right next to me in bed.
“Why is your job calling you?” He asked a perplexed tone.
“I’m not sure. Let me see.” I picked up my onion, sliding to answer. “Hello? This is Genevieve Shaw.”
“Hey Gege. It’s Layla, I have some news. Are you alone?”
Glancing over at Florian who had ticked off to the side of his bed, dead to the world in his slumber, I sighed a little.
“Kind of. What’s up? Is everything ok?”
“Yes and no. Um, your ex husband is in here.”
My eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as to why she’d tell me. “Um why am I being told this?”
She further explained. “He has you listed as an emergency contact. His mother didn’t pick up so I called you.”
With a heavy sigh I put her on speaker, so Florian can hear too. “Alright what’s the news? Florian is in here too.”
“Well I’m sure he might enjoy this news: Jake is in here with barely any life left in him. He got into a fight with Mandy’s real baby daddy and was beat up really bad.”
It was as if a record had scratched to a halt. I looked at Florian for any source of help or answer. He just shrugged, not even wanting to answer in any type of manner.
“How long has he been there?”
“About 3-4 days now. He’s on a ventilator for now though. I’m sure when you come back you’ll be brought up to speed and such. He only asked for you to be his nurse in his final days. Before he got worse, he said he wants to say sorry for the pain he’s caused you.” The future Kayla explained, Florian made a dry chuckle and got up to go to the bathroom.
With a heavy sigh and a gentle rug on my head, I proceeded. “Thank you for the I for Kay. I’ll see you in a few days. Have a good night.”
“You too. Take care.” He end of the line beeped off, and I charged my phone back up. Taking in all the information I had received and tried to collect my thoughts.
He got what he finally deserved and yet, part of me fees like he didn’t deserve to get beat up. Here I am sitting her conflicted and confused on what to do, then I see Florian come back.
“I don’t think you should go visit him. It doesn’t seem like he’s actually being serious.”
I gave him a look that was utterly confused. “Why would my coworkers lie about a patient injury? Putting aside that it’s Jake, they would never lie about stuff like this Florian. You know that.”
With a scoff he continued. “Well if it were me, I wouldn’t go, honestly. You shouldn’t either, because he’s playing you. You know how I feel about him, and you know what he did to you.” His face got red with anger, breathing heavy like a bull in a China shop. “I forbid you to go.”
There we stood face to face, toe to toe, like David and Goliath. Two strong forces of nature in their own right, fighting for a place.
“You forbid me? You forbid me?! Damn it Florian. I’m going and there’s nothing you can do or say about it. You don’t own me!” I have never yelled at him before and he hasn’t at me either. This was foreign territory and neither of this was making sense.
The way his heated air escaped his nostrils, his face was meer centimeters from mine. “Fine do what you want. Leave me out of it.”
“Whatever. I gotta get up in the morning anyway for my radio interview. Sleep where you want.” I grabbed my stuff to get ready to shower.
This was never supposed to end this way, this trip was supposed to be relaxing but it turned into a huge wreck. Fighting with Florian shouldn’t have happened but it did. Only god knows what’ll happen from here, and I hope and pray it’ll get better.
I’ve been thinking of giving Work Out a revamp. The chapters 1-9 will still be there but, I’m doing a whole new one. Geneva is still gonna be Michael’s cousin and such but, there’s a twist. With the help of one for my sisters in writing @tallulahchanel I have gotten the urge to write again. Genevieve’s face claim will be changing most likely because I have some ideas in mind. Her face claim change is by one of my favorite wrestlers and she illuminates, black girl magic. None other than the lovely Jade Cargill. So! Stay tuned for more updates!
