The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED)

DAMN MAN SCHOOL FINNA START BUT IMA CONTINUE THE STORY

BUT IF I CNT ADD TOMRRW IT WILL DEF. B MONDAY

AND IF I LET U DOWN ON MONDAY THENIMA ADD A TRIPLE ADD SINCE I ALREADY OWE A DOUBLE ONE.

You better or I'mma steal piggy!!! Lol.

NNOOOOOOO U CNT

IMMA TELL JANAE ON U LISA TRYNA STILL FLKS BEST FRIENDS N STUFF LOL

SAID HE DNT WANNA GO WIT U

Lol. I'm gone hold piggy for ransom if you don't give me all the adds you owe me....

Janae ain't gone do nothing but help!

BUT U JUST CNT TAKE PIG AWAY OK OK OK I WILL ADD THE TWO ADDS TMRW HAPPY JUST DNT TKE MY PIGGY

So very happy!!!!

See how you have to threaten black folks to get them to do something... Ya'll gone have to act better.

{...cHAP nINE...}




{..kIERY..}

I dropped the last of my photo albums into the medium sized cardboard box and folded the lids shut. I exhaled and looked around my bedroom, mentally checking if I had rid the furniture of all their contents.

“Looks like that’s the last of it,” he said, his voice booming through-out the room.

I turned around and faced him. “M’kay well, I just have to get these boxes into the living room and I’m all done.”

“You cleaned out everything?” He rested his figure against the doorframe.

“Yeah.”

“Even the closet back there?” he asked, tilting his head toward the second closet my room contained.

“Yeah, I just have to get the shelves down, and throw the shoe boxes away.”

“Aite. While you’re doing that, I’ll get these into the living room.”

“Okay.”

He licked his lips, and watched me as I walked toward the closet and slid it open, ‘that look’ in his eyes. “No, Spec,” I spoke. He chuckled and picked up one of the boxes that lay one the bed, exiting the room without saying a word. I smiled and shook my head.

It’s been about two months since I had that ‘run in’ with Marcus and I haven’t really seen him since - well, minus the times he came over to pick up Mj.

He sent me flowers, gifts and cards for two weeks straight saying how sorry he was and how much he missed me … it was sweet, and to be honest, he really came off as sincere, but … I wasn’t having it.

However.

Spec and I have been hanging out a lot since then, and to say feelings were getting stronger, would be an understatement.

Even though we weren’t officially a couple, we sure acted like one … spending a great deal of time on the phone … seeing each other regularly … having sex … and even spending a weekend in Brazil.

He wasn’t comfortable with, nor did he like the way things were going and the title we didn’t have, but to be perfectly honest, being in a relationship with Spec was something I didn’t think I was ready for. Especially since it meant going public.


I removed the shelves and stacked the shoe boxes on top of them, carrying them out to the living room.

I set them down where the glass table used to be and took a look around. The living room looked just as it did when I first moved in. Boxes everywhere, and everything unplugged and taken apart.

I turned around and caught Spec looking at me. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied, licking his lips. He used his foot to manoeuvre a box out of the way and walked around me, checking Mj’s room to make sure everything was emptied. “So, you okay, or you want me to wait until the men get here?”

“You have to go?”

“Yeah. I was supposed to meet Birdman and Wayne about …” he paused to check his Diamond Tourbillion Jacob & Co watch, “two and a half hours ago.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“It’s no big deal,” he shrugged. “We just have to lay a couple tracks on the Carter 4 album.”

“Specc, yes it is,” I spoke, disregarding what he just said. “I can’t believe you.” I placed my hands on my hips and shook my head at him. He was unbelievable, seriously.

He’s been doing this for some time now -- that is, going to his meetings late, so we can finish watching a movie, re-arranging his schedule, so he can take Mj to soccer practice, and shrugging off important things like this, so he can be with me.

Yeah, I know, any other female wouldn’t mind a man doing all these things for them, but that’s not me. I didn’t want him bending over backwards at the cost of his job. It might be sweet in the eyes of others, but in mine, that Shit was just wrong, and he knew I hated it.

Which was why he promised not to do it anymore.

But you can see how much of a promise that was, seeing as he’s here - a week later - helping me move out of my house temporarily so it could be renovated.

He turned on his BlackBerry 8700r and stepped closer to me, “I know how much you hate that Shit, but it was all for a good cause.” He smiled, “plus, you know if you call me I’ma come runnin’.”

I looked at him for a while and shook my head, smiling. He was so adorable.

“Thanks for helping me pack my stuff, I appreciate it.”

He bent down and kissed my lips. “No problem, sexy.”

I swung my arms around his neck and smiled at him. There was something about this man that had me weak.

I had no idea what it was, but I was too grown to deny it. Either I was falling in love, or lusting, super hard.

Either way, it was something serious.

He ran his hands along my arms, and stared at me as he brushed the unruly strands of hair from my face. “You know we gotta quit doing this, right?”

“Doing what?”

“This. Just fooling around. I don’t wanna do it, Kiery.”

Oh boy.

I knew where he was going with this.

“Lets not talk about this now.”

“Then when, Kie? I can’t do this anymore” … “We already act like it, why not just be it?”

I took my arms from around his neck and looked past him.

“Kiery, what are you so afraid of?”

I sighed, “Spec, I don’t wanna talk about this.”

His phone started ringing and he checked it. “There they go … I’ll talk to you later.”

And with that said, he left.


*******


I pulled into the small parking lot of the Johnson Family Daycare Centre and stopped behind a Ford Explorer, pausing to look at my At&t Samsung Propel before killing the ignition. “Hello?”

Trey’s deep voice came from the other end, “Can you pick up Tevon and Tristan for me.”

“Yes I can Booski im here now to get Mj.”

“Ok and Thanks. I’ll pick them up at around seven, seven-thirty.”

“At my parents house,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, aite,” he answered. “Later.”

“Bye,” I spoke into the phone, ending the call.

I got out of my Red Dodge Charger Hemi and set the alarm, slipping my Brown framed BeBe sunglasses onto my face.

I entered the fairly large building and made my way through the halls to the main room. Upon seeing the door open, I walked in.

“Well, what do we have here.”

I turned around and stepped back a bit as a tall Caucasian man approached me.

“Hey.”

“Hello there, nice to meet you. The name is Shaka Blancee' with the extra e' at the end ,” he spoke, extending his right hand toward me. The other placed firmly on his hip.

“Nice to meet you too, Shaka. Kiery Johnson,” I replied, releasing his hand from the shake.

He smiled, revealing his pearly whites, and I noticed his eyes.

They were of a deep and unusual blue, and very captivating.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said. “I love your outfit by the way, BeBe is one of my favourite designers.”

“Thank you, mine too.”

He smiled, “I can tell. It looks good on you too. Especially that belt, custom made?”

“Yeah, it was a gift from my brother,” I answered.

He brought his hand to his heart and shook his head, “oh Lord, I just love a man with good taste.” He ran his fingers over the buckle, “absolutely stunning.”

He clasped his hands together and walked past me to the desk that sat at the front of the room, and I laughed.

I couldn’t help it, he was too adorable and too much.

“Have a seat,” he spoke, pulling a chair adjacent the desk. “In case you’re wondering, the kids are in the gym playing a game of basketball. They should be back in a few.”

“Oh, okay,” I answered, sitting down.

I slid the sunglasses up and rested them atop my head as he pushed a stack of papers to the side of the desk.

“You have beautiful eyes. They chnage colors with the light, right?”

“Yeah something like that, and thank you.”

I laughed, “you’re probably the second person to get that.”

“What can I say,” he smiled, “I have an eye for detail.”

“Hey, Kiery.”

I turned around and smiled as Johanna entered the room, the children flowing in behind her.

“Hey, JoJo, how are you?” I asked.

“I’m good, just trying to deal with these bad ass kids” … “I see you’ve met Shaka . Hope he’s behaving.”

I laughed along with Shaka, “yes I have, and yes he is.”

“Good,” she laughed.

Shaka excused himself to tend to the kids, and Jojo took the spot he previously held. “Did you want to talk to me about something?”

“No,” I replied. “I’m just here to pick up Mj and the twins.”

Her face grew puzzled and she looked beyond me, “Marcus came by earlier to pick up Mj.”

“What?”

“Yeah. He said he called you.”

“I haven’t spoken to Marcus all week,” I replied.

Her eyes widened a bit, “oh my goodness. He said you were fine with it.” She reached forward and retrieved the phone, “I’ll call him.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said, stopping her. “It’s okay.”

I closed my eyes for a second, to process the information.

Marcus had to be out of his damn mind.

“I’m sorry, Kiery. I really thought you said it was okay, I mean, you and Marcus are usually on good terms, so I always take both your words for it.”

I sighed, “it’s all right, I’ll just take Tevon and Tristan.”

She got up and helped Horris gather their things, as I helped them put on their hoodies. “Te, where are your shoes?”

“Over there,” he answered, pointing toward the last cubby-hole.

He ran off to get them and I bent down to help Tristan get on his Jordans.

“Again, I’m really sorry, Kiery,” Johanna spoke.

“It’s fine, you didn’t know,” I replied, picking up Tristan’s backpack.

Trevon came running back with his Nikes thudding against the floor and I took his backpack also. “Say goodbye to JoJO, boys.”

“Byee,” they spoke in unison.

She said goodbye to them, and I hugged her and waved goodbye to Shaka, before leaving.


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okokok i add my promised two adds iwill not b addin anotha add until maybe thursday or wednesday if its a good day but most likely between thurday and friday

Ummmmmhmmmm.
Checking to see if you added.
You did. So piggy can stay with you. About to read.

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You did. So piggy can stay with you. About to read.

yay i get tha kep piggy........

Ooooh!!!! Jazmine I'mma jump through this screen and beat the hell outta you for hitting Mj!!!!
Add moree. I'm sorry, I just got stuck on that part.

LOL BE LOOKIN OUT FOR AN ADD TOMRRW

should i ADD

You really should.

Hey, I'm new! This story is really good!!! Keep writing pleeeaasseee!!!

thanks ...


ima add tonight ..... i have to go out wit my mo to dinner for her bday BUT no matter wat time i get home tonight im adding a good good add tonight

Lol...fasho...
I have a lot to catch
up on i see.

Definately reading after
I clean

it was lame i kno but the best is yet to come im kinda freestylin right now im writing as i go so bear wit me PLEEASSEEEE lol

CONT’D
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“Good morning, Ms. Jackson.”

“Morning, Paige.”

I stepped out of the elevator and buttoned the few buttons of the blazer, pushing open the large glass doors that led to the conference office.

“Why are you late, Kiery?”

“Because the meeting started before I got here,” I answered, taking my seat at the head of the table. “Anyone else needs to ask a question?”

Nobody spoke, and I smiled, “good, let’s get going then.”

“Well, we just received the portfolios from Cover Girl. We’re waiting on you to schedule the models,” Justin said, leaning forward.

“Do we have a slideshow?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay, run through it with Nathan and James, and keep in mind we need to select a few for the show.”

“Speaking of the show, there hasn’t been a confirmation regarding the merge,” Emanuel voiced.

“We can’t have that, the show is in fourteen days,” I replied.

He nodded, “I know, I’ll get on it.”

I uncrossed my legs and slid my chair to the right of the huge oval desk. “Sandra can you pull up the F.W portfolios?”

“Sure.” She pulled them up on the projector screen and Daniel slid the binder in my direction.

“Let’s go through the files and contracts,” I spoke, flipping open the binder.

“How many girls do we need?” Daniel questioned.

“Approximately, Twenty-seven.”



The rest of the meeting went fairly well, and we finished up in the next two hours.

I exited the room and walked towards the section of the building that contained my receptionist’s desk, the waiting room, and my office.

“Hey, Kiery, how was the meeting?” Lasandra greeted.

“Tiring, as always.”

She smiled. “You have a few messages. Five, to be exact.”

I leaned onto her desk and she continued. “La’toya called to see if you were still coming to get her. Your mother called to ask about the plans for the renovation. Breanna called to confirm tomorrow’s brunch. Michal Early called from the Cover Girl Modeling Agency regarding the merge. And Marcus called he asked me to tell you he called.”

“Thanks,” I replied, heading towards my office. “I’ll get back to everyone.”


By the time I was finished calling everyone back, sitting through another conference, getting some paper work done, and interviewing a few potential models, it was 2:16 p.m. and I was beyond tired. I didn’t call Marcus back but I have a good damn reason. I paged Lasandra, letting her know I was leaving for the rest of the day and to forward all my messages.

At 3:00 p.m. I was out of there. And, as promised, I picked up Raven at my parent’s Estate on schedule.

I thought it would be fun if I took her to lunch at the Level Two. We could cruise the shops on the North Strip after that and relax with each other.

I pulled out of the driveway and looked over at her as she put on her seatbelt, “you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” she muttered, looking out the window.

“You sure? Mom said you’ve been out of it lately.”

She looked at me, “I’m surprised she noticed. She’s been so busy screaming at everyone about the damn garden and patio. Not to mention your house.”

I laughed, “you know how she gets.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sick of it,” she replied, turning back to the window.

According to my parents, Raven had been acting real Bitchy lately. But there was nothing Bitchy about the way she acted today. In fact, she was ‘barely there’ the rest of the ride. And she made it all the way through lunch almost without speaking.

I couldn’t help wondering what was bothering her.

“So what’s the deal, Rae? A new guy giving you a problem?”

“Kind of.” She shrugged noncommittally, and then as her eyes filled with tears, she said, “not really.”

“So what is it then?” I pressed as the waiter brought our cappuccinos.

She didn’t answer.

“Come on, Rae … whatever it is, it won’t be as bad once you share it.”

Apparently it was, because after staring at me for what seemed like minutes, she dropped her head in her hands and started crying softly. “Kiery …”

I pulled my chair around the table and brought her close, rubbing a hand across her shoulders.

Thank God we were in a private booth.

“Come on, Rae, tell me,” I whispered.

But when she raised her face to mine again, I could see the bottomless despair that had overwhelmed her.

My worrying rose another notch.

“Raven, please …” I begged.

She was silent.

And for a long while, it seemed as if she couldn’t find the words. Until …

“I’m pregnant.”

I almost choked on her words as she said them.

“I’m having a baby …” she continued, crying quietly.

ok i dnt lik freestylin so probably tomrrw i will write somethin up n post it monday after school or tuesday after school if its a good day tomrrw maybe even sunday but most likely NOT......



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Luvin it!!! Update asap!!!!!
I'm still thinking about the part when Marcus told K that Spec gon do her wrong....you kinda left a question mark and she said she still loves him and she don't want people to know she spec's girl...why all the secrecy!! I'm luvin it!!!