A test of Love by Navaura Campbell (ereader with android txt) 📕

doesn't need to know anything about me or our relationship, it's between us two."
"I didn't think it would upset you, I'm sorry."
Jordan gave a fake laugh, "Sure you didn't." With that, he hung up.

Denise pulled the corset off, almost ripping the precious silk. What the hell was his problem? She hadn't told Trey anything that would set off alarms with him or anything. All she'd told him was how long they'd known each other and that as far as Jordan was concerned, she was his only family. There was nothing bad spoken about him or his mother or his father. She'd also told him about the relationship his parents had had with one another and how she wanted the same for them. Was there anything harmful in that? Sighing, she pulled her clothing back on, piece by piece. When she was fully dressed, she grabbed her phone off the dressing bench and made her way out of the dressing room. She clipped it onto her belt loop. When she took the material back to the check out lady, the blonde haired woman smiled at her with blue eyes, "Hi, will you be taking this today?"
Denise shrugged, "I was going to, but my boyfriend pissed me off, so now I won't be needing it."
"It's on clearance today."
Denise sighed, "I know, but he's so pig headed."
The lady leaned forward on her arms, "What did he do?"
Denise shook her head, "Nothing ma'am, I think I'm just going to return this and go." She stated.
"You know, make up sex is the best there is." Another voice stated.
Denise stopped where she was and followed the sound of the voice. There was a girl sitting at the far end of the counter. Had she been there when Denise had come out?
"What?" Denise inquired, glancing at the tall thin girl. She had dark red hair, deep brown mousy eyes and a set of crooked teeth. This girl wasn't pretty by far.
"Yep, I said it, make up sex is the best sex there is girl, and if you buy that, your man will be clamoring all over for your attention."
Denise licked her lips, "That's not what I care for right now."
The girl gave a flippant smile, "Come on, don't tell me that when your man yells at you, you don't feel any type of passion for him."
Denise started thinking about Jordan's eyes. There were no set of eyes that could set her body afire the way his did. Especially when he was angry.
"When he starts to moving his hands around and strut about in that I'm the man kind of way. You know, the one where he's like, Why did you do this? Why did you do that?"
Denise smiled, imagining Jordan ranting and raving about her talking to Trey. He did strut around like he was Mr. Big stuff when he was mad.
"Imagine what his look will be like when he see you come out in that little number." The girl's voice seemed to get softer.

Denise licked her lips again, but this time slower. She always did want to try that anger thing just to see if it worked. Her gaze went back to the corset. It was beautiful...and she filled it out nicely.

"He'll forget all about being angry at you." The girl stated, her tone seductive. Denise glanced up at the girl. "Honey there isn't a man in the world that will pass up a good piece of loving, even if they're angry. They'll just make it worth your while."
Denise giggled at this. She was right. Denise had never known Jordan to say no to sex. Sighing, she glanced down at the corset, yep, this was definitely worth it. She felt goose bumps up and down her arms just thinking of what it would be like to have him be a little bit rough. This, she liked. Taking out a fifty, she handed the bill to the lady. The lady took it, bagged the item and then gave it to her in a store bag. Just as she did, she turned to girl who'd been speaking and said, "Welcome to Victoria’s
secret."

Denise narrowed her eyes in confusion. The girl just smiled shyly, shrugged her shoulders and stated, "She told me if I could get you to buy that I would have a job."
Denise smiled, "Congratulations."
"Thanks." The girl laughed and stood up, turning her attention to the manager, she stated eagerly, "So, when do I start?"

Denise placed her bagged item on the front passenger seat and then opened the driver's side door. Sliding into the seat, she buckled herself in and ignited the engine.
Jordan pulled his door open later that day, to find Denise standing there, her hair hanging down to her shoulders in curls.
"Hey, baby."
He folded his hands across his chest, "I'm still mad at you De-De."
"Come on, get over it already. So what, he knows that you don't have any family out here. That's not going to effect the process of you coming to Hampton is it?"
"Well, no, but I still want to keep my life private. He asked me if I wanted to try out for a basket ball scholarship."
Denise paused as she sat on his bed. "And...what did you say?"
Jordan cleared his throat. "I said no."
Denise raised an eye brow. "No?"
"No."
Flabbergasted, the words tumbled out of her mouth, "What do you mean no? How can you say no, when you know you need that money."
"I don't need it that bad. I can work and pay my way through college. It's not that serious."

Denise glanced up at him, her eyes an electric brown. "Not that serious? Jordan, why would you want to exhaust yourself before you even go through law school?"
Jordan wrinkled his brows. "Why can't I support my self? Why do I have to rely on others?"
Denise ran her hands through her hair, "You're not relying on someone else, it's called grant money. Why not take the chance to be financed?"
"Because I don't want to play ball anymore, Denise." Jordan stated, his tone harsh.
Denise licked her lips, "Why not? You need some form of money. How are you going to pay for tuition and room and board?"
"If it comes down to it, I'll go back to Hampton."
Denise's eyes went big. Standing up, she got up in his face, "Do you know how ridiculous that sounds right now? Do you?"
"I can handle it."

Denise shook her head, putting a hand up to her face, "You can handle it? Jordan, why suffer through all of that when you can have a scholarship pay for room and board as well as tuition?"

Jordan licked his lips irritated, "I want to be self-sufficient."
"You have plenty of time for that. You need to go to that practice."
Jordan cleared his throat, "There you go, telling me what to do again."
Denise's voice got loud, "Apparently someone needs to, because what you're doing is ludicrous. How in the hell do you expect to pay for all of this?" She gestured around the area of the room with her hand.
"I can and I will."
Denise sighed. Putting a hand up, she said, "Whatever Jordan, I need to get out of here right now."
Jordan narrowed his brows. "Why does it have to be such a big deal to you?"
Denise sighed in frustration, grabbed the bag she was about to leave and turned to exit out the door.
Jordan grabbed her arm. "Are you going to answer my question?"
Denise licked her lips a second time. "If you have to ask then I shouldn't have said anything."
Jordan held her closer to him. Her body was now positioned so that it was turned to the side and she was looking him in the eyes. "I think it's dumb. Absolutely dumb."
"Why can't you let me make my own decisions? Why can't you say yes to anything I do?"
Denise shook her head no. "Because Jordan, you're making an irrational decision. The funds would be provided for you and you refuse them."
Jordan narrowed his eyes at her. "Is it too much to want independence?"
Denise exhaled deeply. "It always is when you're not thinking things through clearly. I want you to finish school, I don't want you to take the hard way out."
Jodan shrugged, "Maybe the hard way's better for me. I want to do it. Why not let me?"
"Because it doesn't make since."
"It's my choice, Denise Renee Calloway. I'm a man now, let me be one."
Denise heard the tenderness in his voice. They'd long since calmed down.
"There's nothing wrong with that, baby. I support you being a man, but it's a scholarship, one you'd easily maintain if grasped."
Jordan's eyes glanced down at the floor, giving Denise a view of sweeping long lashes. She felt her heart sink in her chest when he glanced at her. "I know you want to make things easier on me my chocolate butterfly, but..." Grabbing her chin, he tilted it toward him. "I want to do it on my own. Let me do it myself."
Denise sighed, vexed, yet feeling a sensitiveness in her heart. "Ok. If you want that, go ahead, but I still think you would do better with a scholarship."
Jordan lifted her hand up to his for a kiss. "It's my decision Denise, let me make it. If it goes wrong, that's something I'll have to endure."
Denise swallowed the lump full of dread in her throat. "Ok, ok."
Jordan sighed, "Now, can I have a hug?"
Denise grasped him arond the neck. He held her around the waist. "I love you Denise. I love you so much."
"Denise sighed, "I know Jordan. I love you too. I just want what's best for you."
"Thank you for thinking of me." He whispered.
"You're welcome baby." Chapter Twenty One

Chapter twenty:

Denise fanned the cigarette smoke away from her face, starring up at Jordan in disgust. "Uhk, you still smoke those?"
Jordan shrugged his shoulders. "You don't expect me to quit because of you do you?"
Denise narrowed her brows, "If not for my health, at least for yours." She pushed a button and watched as the window on her side came sliding down. "Besides, I didn't realize you smoked as much as you do."
Jordan took one last draw off the tiny bud that was left and flickered it out of the window as they drove along Perry Boulevard, the road that would take them to interstate sixty four, the one that would take them to Illinois. From there, they would hop on interstate eighty one, which would take them into Chicago. Jordan sighed, it was definitely a long road ahead of them.
He licked his lips and supplied a reason as to why he was smoking so much at this time. "I'm nervous, De-De, when I get nervous, I become a chimney."
Denise glanced over at him, "Really?"
"Yes. For the past week, I've been a nervous wreck."
A nod of the head showed that