Chapter Fifteen

JaRue

"Marry me."

I thought I was hearing things when I Hassan said that, but I wasn't because he repeated it.

"Huh?"

"Marry me," he repeated.

"Marry you? Are you serious?" I quizzed.

I looked in his face to see if I could see if he was playing, and his expression never wavered.

"Hassan," I expressed.

"Listen. Hear me out. You've been around The RCF long enough to know what they have going on and how things go. My pops never pressured us into the arranged marriage thing, so we never felt the need to get married. Well, all of that changed when my pops handed everything down to me. It's my birthright to take over my family, the same way it was in place for Knas. Since he's the head of all the families, he can set certain stipulations in place. Now that I'm in transition to take over my family, he suggested I get married so that I could have a structural foundation. He gave me this rundown about how it helped him and shit, then gave me a timeframe to do so," he explained, but that didn't tell me why in the hell he just asked me to marry him.

"What does that have to do with me?" I asked.

"Right now it doesn't, but if you agree to it, it'll help you with the situation with your baby daddy?"

"How?"

My eyes searched his.

"It'll show that you and Infiniti are in a stable environment. You'll have the funds to prove and everything else. Having her in a structural two-parent household with a solid support system is always a plus. My family has lawyers at our disposal, so that's another thing that you wouldn't have to worry about. They'll find any and everything on that bitch ass nigga. The gag is, he's not expecting you to be able to come to court and prove that you are fit, so he will not dig into the shit. What you say?"

I was floored because I knew he was serious as a heart attack, and that's what terrified me.

"What do you get out if?"

"I get to say that your fine ass is my wife." he smirked.

"No, seriously, Hassan. This is huge. I don't want to cause any problems for you, nor do I want to lose my daughter, because if Keith finds out that this is all a lie, he'll definitely have a field day with this." I stressed.

"He won't find out shit, because it'll be very much real. We'll have all the documents to prove it."

I couldn't believe this. This man was willing to go through the lengths of marrying me just so that I wouldn't lose my daughter. How could I say no to that?

"Can I think about it?" I asked.

"You sure can, but can you do it at my spot? I don't trust y'all here while that nigga on his period and shit." That made me laugh because Keith was surely acting like he was PMS'n.

"What about Infiniti?"

"What about her?" he frowned.

"We're a package deal."

"Let's get this straight right now. I understood you had a kid in the beginning. I don't want to be there just for you but for her as well. So, if I said to get some stuff for y'all, then just do that, okay?"

This man was making it hard for me not to fall for him.

"Okay," I simpered.

Reluctantly, he let me up and I went down the hall to pack a bag for me and Infiniti. I didn't know how long he wanted us to stay at his house, but I would pack for a few days, just in case. Once I was done, I carried the bags back upfront and Hassan quickly got up from his seat on the couch and retrieved them from me. I watched as he took them outside and came back and got the last one. When he came back in, I had Infiniti in my arms.

"Y'all ready?"

I nodded.

"Aight. Come on."

He escorted us outside and I walked to my car, and he stopped me.

"Nah, hand me the keys and I'll get her seat. Y'all can get in my truck."

"Hassan, I need my car," I protested.

"JaRue, hand me the keys," he said with authority.

It took a minute, but I gave in and gave him the keys. I stood by his truck as he got Infiniti's car seat from out the back of my car and placed it in his backseat. Once he took her from me and buckled her in, he helped me inside before getting himself and pulling off. While he drove, I texted Journei.

Me: You busy?

She texted back almost immediately.

Best Fren (fingers crossed emoji): No, not really. I'm at home catching up on my shows. You need me?

Me: Yes, but I'm on my way to Hassan's. Fill you in tomorrow.

Best Fren (fingers crossed emoji): You better text me first thing in the morning or I'm calling Rock to bring me over there. I'm not playing with you, Rue.

I giggled at her response because I knew she was dead as serious.

Me: I promise.

Best Fren (fingers crossed emoji): You better…I love you (white heart emoji).

Me: I love you too fren (white heart emoji).

"She good with you staying with me?" Hassan's voice brought me back to the present.

"How do you know who I was talking to?" I challenged.

"You're not ready to test that side of me yet, shorty." I heard the warning in his voice loud and clear. I should be ashamed of the way it turned me on.

"She said I better call her first thing in the morning, or she'll have your brother bring her to me."

"I'll tell him to go ahead and do the shit, regardless. I got some shit to handle in the morning and I really don't want you out right now without me."

"Why did you make us come stay the night if you would not be there?" I asked.

"I didn't say I would be gone all day, but I have businesses to run, baby. I brought y'all with me so that you could be safe, and I have a peace of mind," he revealed. Hearing him say that he cared about our safety made my heart melt. Granted, I was never afraid of my surroundings, but Keith never concerned himself with our well-being.

The rest of the ride was silent while we rode to his house. I appreciated it because I was in my head the entire time about the situation Keith had put me in and the proposition Hassan made me to help me out of it. When he pulled into his gate and into the garage, Infiniti started stirring and whining.

"Mommy," she whined.

I twisted around so she could see me. "I'm right here, bookie." When she saw my face, she calmed down a little, but she was still fussy.

Hassan parked and rounded the front of the truck to help me out before he went to the back to get Infiniti. He's been around her a few times, so she wasn't scared to go to him. While I insisted I could carry her into the house, he ignored me and carried her. When we got inside, he kept walking, so naturally I followed him. He stopped at a door that was across from his.

"She can sleep in here," he informed.

As I looked around, I saw it was his niece's room. It was decorated in pink and yellow and fit for a little princess.

"If you need to freshen her up, the bathroom is through that door." He pointed to the other side of the room. "There's a monitor over the crib. There's a portable piece on the nightstand, but I have monitors in my bedroom, the living room, and kitchen. I'll shower while you get her together and you can go after me." I looked around and took everything in before responding.

"Okay."

Kissing my forehead, he trekked out of the room and left me and my baby alone. He was back a few minutes later without bags before he left again. While I freshened her up, I couldn't help but run back the events of today that led to this. To a marriage proposal. Since there was a shower in here, I went ahead and get it out the way instead of waiting for Hassan to finish.

When I was done with me and Infiniti's hygiene, I left her asleep and snatched up the monitor. When I walked across to Hassan's room, he wasn't in there, so I went downstairs. I found him in the kitchen. When he heard me, his eyes darted in my direction. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of boxers, ball shorts, socks and slides. He didn't have on his glasses, so his freckles were more prominent.

"You ate?" he asked.

That's when I remembered I was supposed to cook for him.

"I didn't. I was supposed to cook for you. I'm sorry, but that sh-"

"No need to apologize, love. I understand."

I nodded.

"What are you cooking, anyway?" I asked, peeping over his arm.

"Watch out. You know better than to be in somebody's pots while they're cooking."

We both laughed.

"I'm just making sure you're not trying to kill me," I smirked.

"You got jokes. But nah. It's only some leftover lasagna my mama fixed the other day. It's enough for the both of us." My stomach immediately growled at the thought.

I watched as he plated our food and went to set it on the table. After grabbing two bottles of water, he pulled my chair out to sit before he sat in his own. Once he blessed the food, we dug in.

"Mmm, this is good." I complimented.

"I know, right?

We continued to eat in silence until everything was gone. We both had to be starving. I offered to wash the dishes, but he told me he had it. There was nothing left to do because he wouldn't let me do anything, so I picked up the remote and found something to watch on TV. By the time he joined me, I was good and comfortable. He sat next to me, pulling my feet into his lap.

"What you in here watching?"

"227," I responded.

"Man, get the fuck out of here," he laughed. "You really watching that old ass shit?"

"I am. I love old black comedies. They're my go-to when I don't feel like watching anything else." I shrugged.

"You got it."

He kept massaging my feet in silence. I tried to keep my attention on the TV, but he was making it hard by the way his touch was feeling. I glanced up at him and he was staring at me.

"Thank you." I blurted.

"For what?"

"For caring enough about my situation to help me. I don't know how I could ever repay you for doing this."

He licked his lips as his eyes traveled the length of my frame until he got back to my face. The smirk on his face let me know exactly where his head was.

"I got an idea of how you can start repaying me."

"And how is that?" I asked with a raised brow.

"Come sit on my face."

His expression was neutral, but I could see the lust dancing around in his eyes. I watched as he gently removed my feet from his lap and slid down to the floor. With his hand outstretched toward mine, he pulled me up from the couch and had me standing directly in front of him. With no words, he slid my shorts and thong off. After he had them off and set to the side, he nestled his head back on the seat of the couch and assisted me in straddling his face, while my knees rested on his shoulders. The moment his tongue swiped from the crack of my ass to my clit, I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my body. When he suctioned my throbbing pearl into his mouth, I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Ummm," I moaned at the pleasure that he was currently providing.

All you could hear was him slurping and groaning into my pussy along with Lester fussing at Mary for something she had no business doing in the first place.

Slap!

"Oh, shit!" I yelped at the sting he provided with that slap.

"Ride my fucking face and you better not stop," he demanded.

Doing as I was told; I rode the hell out of his tongue like it was his dick. While I was bouncing and rolling my hips like a professional, he was rubbing his nose against my clit as his middle finger massaged my asshole.

"Baby," I whined. "I-I'm about to cum."

He removed his tongue from my tunnel and clamped down on my clit, sucking my soul and senses out right along with my orgasm.

"Ahhh!" I cried out, trying to get up, but he locked me in place, making it impossible for me to move.

"Hassan, please!" I begged, but that only made him go harder.

There was no way in hell I was about to have another orgasm when the first one was still in effect. At least I didn't think it was possible until Hassan inserted his finger in my ass as my juices sprang loose.

"Oh, fuck!"

I trembled so much I thought I was having a seizure. I felt Hassan slide from under me as I tried to get myself together. My recovery was short-lived because seconds later I felt the thick head of his dick, sliding inside of me like it was molded just for him and him only.

"Ughn," I moaned, lying my head on the back of the couch.

"Gah damn, baby," he groaned behind me. "Throw this fat muthafucka back. Fuck."

The feeling of him massaging my walls all while hitting my spot was sending me into overdrive. I was becoming delirious and at this point; I didn't care if I passed out.

"Mhmm. Just. Like. That." he coached, never missing a beat.

"Oh, you about to cum again? Hmm? You going to wet daddy up again?" he taunted. I wish I could respond, but my words were nowhere to be found.

Smack!

"You'on hear me talking to you?" he asked.

I still couldn't form a sentence. I wanted to know how he expected me to in the first place. I guess he took my silence for disobedience because the next thing I knew; he had his hand gripping my bun as he pounded into me with so much force, you would think he hated me.

"You'on hear me talking to you, Rue? Hmm? You can't fucking talk now?" he taunted.

"Yes! Oh shit, yes!" I whimpered loudly as I came all over his dick.

"Next time you answer me when I'm talking to you." he grit.

"Fuck, here it comes, baby. Shit."

I felt his strokes become jerky, so I knew he was about to cum. The animalistic growl that emitted my ears and the thumping inside of me let me know I was right. When his movements stopped, he pulled out of me, pulling me with him.

"Shit, girl. Come on, let's finish this upstairs," he said as he picked me up.

"Finish?" I inquired.

"Yeah. I'm not done with your ass yet. I need to let you know what you can look to forward to being married to a nigga like me."

He carried me upstairs and did just that. He didn't let me rest until we heard Infiniti on the monitor whining. I had never been so thankful for my baby in my life. If this was what married like was going to be like, I'm going to need a lot of energy because Hassan seemed to never run out.

∞∞∞

"Bitch, are you going to say something?"

True to his word, Hassan called his brother to bring Journei over to his house, but he was tied up with his baby mama at the time, so she drove herself. I just finished telling her about everything that went down on yesterday and she has yet to say anything.

"Listen. That was a lot, and I'm trying to process it all," she responded.

"Well, I need you to say something."

I watched Infiniti play in the playpen that Hassan had over for his niece. I was glad this house was child friendly because I would've been locking her in her car seat had it not been.

"First of all, I saw we go down to the hospital where Keith works and beat his ass all the way down to the morgue. I hate the day that nigga's daddy wasted the nut on his ass. But bitch, Hassan really offered to marry you so that you wouldn't lose Finny? Bitch, I hope you said hell yeah, because what kind of man does some random shit like that for a woman that he's only known for a few months. Baby, if you don't take him up on your offer, I'll take my baby and raise her. We might let you visit." she smirked.

"It wouldn't just be benefiting me. He told me about the stipulation Knasim gave him, so I'd be helping him as well," I countered.

"Either way, you want have to worry about Keith ever again because your fine ass husband will make sure of it. Ooh, I'm so excited." She cheered, causing Infiniti to join in.

"Yes, baby. Fuck your daddy!" She danced.

"Don't tell her that," I chastised.

"Why not? It's not like she knows the nigga." She shrugged.

Shaking my head at my best friend, we continued to talk about the current men in our lives. She filled me in on things with her and Rakeem. They haven't really talked this week because things were looking bad for Lucretia. She said she understood, but I knew she missed him.

"Maybe he'll come over with Hassan since he knows you're here," I suggested.

"We'll see. Enough of this sad stuff. You really like Hassan, huh?" I blushed.

"I do, and it's scary." I admitted.

"Don't let that shit, Keith, put you through tarnish your image of all men. Hassan seems to be pretty straight up and from what I can see, he likes you, too. Look at the lengths he's going to help you. He didn't have to go to that extent, but he did. Take it for the good that it is and make Keith eat his own shit."

I laughed at her last statement. It wouldn't be Journei if she didn't say some off the wall shit, but she was right. Keith had his own life and apparently another one, yet he was trying to dictate mine. Fuck him. He can kiss my ass. The days of him playing with me are long gone. I was over his bullshit.