Pov

Mi'shod

I assume Jasper told you about our first big fight, I know for a fact he probably bitched about Bobby, after all these years you'd think he'd let it go. Of course, he'd leave out his little study buddy. Six weeks after the whole fighting incident, he and the A-type in question met during their first day of school. I was coming home, proud of Jas, he'd been accepted into the best school in the city.

He was remarkably intelligent, he planned to triple major in political science, history, and philosophy. His entry scores, above a perfect sixteen hundred. He had a college fund set up by his parents, it was his for any school he wanted to attend, but he applied for several scholarships instead, I offered to pay, but he refused. Something about wanting to do it on his own.

He won three scholarships which nearly covered his entire four-year tuition, he planned to get a campus job to pay for the rest.

So I got home after an arduous day, I'd just quit working for my father, he and I weren't speaking, he was mad at me but I didn't care. he was dangling a job I merited in my face, and then got pissy when I stopped pursuing it. I took all of my clients and started my own company, the first few months things were hectic. My major client, The Durke brothers wanted to start a chain of hotels, I bought into their enterprise and flipped the money I made to buy into the corporation of my dad's top competitor.

It was stressful and I was tired, I wanted to go home and take a shower, then celebrate my faincée's accomplishment, what do I find? I'll tell you what. An A-type, being fed the last of the chocolate chip cookies, laughing and snickering with my C-type. Unlike Jas, I controlled my baser urges. Biologically, I felt driven to beat the other A-type into a half-dead mass and claim Jasper for him to see. But we aren't cavemen anymore.

So instead of doing that, I walked into the living room and called Jasper's name. He looked away from the tattooed covered jerk, "Hi baby, this a classmate of mine, William. William this my fiancé Mi'shod." He introduced. I kept my eyes on Jasper for a second longer, looking for any signs of another man's hands on him. Then I put on a fake smile and shook the clowns' hands.

He was alright I guess, he didn't look nearly as good as me, he was tan and built like any other A-type, I was confident I could beat him in a fight. He dressed urban, but I didn't buy it.

"It's nice to meet you, man, nice house." He said, and I thanked him. "We were just going over the syllabus, I can't wait to tell you about this one teacher," Jasper said excitedly, his smell was sweeter, pleasure hormones were racing through him in his enthusiasm, his smile was infectious. "I can't wait to hear about it, I'm taking you out to dinner, go get ready," I said, and he gave me a look.

"I told Will I was cooking dinner." He said, and I looked over at Will. "I'm sorry, but I'm taking my fiancée to dinner, hey, some other time right?" I said, being friendly. "Yeah, cool, my mom's beef stew will get the job done, I'll see you, Monday, Jasper," Will said, he stood and gave me a nod. We stood there until we heard the intercom announce the front door shutting.

"What's wrong with you?" Jas asked, hand on his hip; his full lips in a pout. "What do you mean?"I returned. "A-types can smell C-types, and I can smell you. Will doesn't even like me like that." He said with a smirk. "I don't know what you're talking about, I was being nice, I didn't beat him up like someone I know," I said, undoing my tie. He rolled his eyes muttering something about Bobby being a bitch.

"Go get ready, I'm going to get a shower and then we can head out," I said, watching him frown and walk off.

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An hour later we were on the road, I was taking him to Walter's an up and coming Steak joint, Jasper can eat, something I see every time he's on his period. "You look nice," I stated. Jas did admittedly look tempting, he was finally dressing like a C-type, most times he didn't. At that moment though he wore a pair of short denim jeans, that revealed his thighs and it took everything in me, to keep my hands off him.

Then his dark red blouse hung off his shoulders, showing off his delicate skin. "I see I'm dealing with Shod." He said, staring over at my attire. "Although, I wish you wouldn't have worn those sweat pants. I will go off today, I promise you, babe." He notified me, and I found his possessiveness sexy.

"Chill out, cause you're the only one looking at my dick print," I said, and he scoffed, knowing it probably wasn't the truth. "The guys are meeting us at the restaurant. Are you finally going to introduce me to drunk Jasper?" I asked. I'd been trying to get him drunk since the day Gasper called Jas a slutty drunk. One or three drinks didn't cut it, his tolerance is so high.

We got the steakhouse, and we were the third party to arrive. We were escorted to the back, pass all the five-star decor items, pass families and waiters. The back room was reserved for bigger parties, and once we got into the sleek black room; we realized we'd need the room. Callum and Keith were already seated, a total bitch and a stranger seated beside them.

"Can I get you some drinks?" The host/waiter asked as Jas and I took seats. "I'll have a sweet tea, Jas what do you want?" I asked. "A lemonade please, and a different waiter. Tanner is it? You should learn to suppress your urges better. Good day, thank you." Jasper said, and I shook my head knowing better than to apologize to the red-headed C-type. "Hello, guys, rude or not?" Jas asked, glaring at both Keith and Callum.

"Sorry, hi Jasper. Hi, Mi'shod. This is my date Warren, Warren you know Jasper, and this is Jasper's fiancé." Callum said, introducing a tall white guy, his hair was that rich boy blonde and he carried himself like old money. "Greetings," Warren said courtly. "Wassup?" I asked Keith, his left eyebrow was raised and his jaw was clenched the bone visibly flexing. "I'm cool bro, Jasper this is Lem by the way," Keith said, and Callum coughed.

"Hello Lem, what do you do?" Jas asked, smiling over at Callum, he was amused by the situation, Callum and Jas were dressed similarly, and one couldn't help noticing how thick Callum was; if a fight broke out he'd run through Lem. I couldn't stand Lem he was bad for Keith, and I was so glad Keith married Ricky.

"Lem is a stripper, one my best friend knows isn't good for him," I said, glaring at the slut that had Keith looking a fool a million times. "Is this the ex you were telling me about?" Callum suddenly asked Keith. "Oh, you see me now?" Keith responded. "Lem, yeah, Keith you told me you couldn't stand him, I was under the impression he was a low-life who you regretted ever dealing with. All of it was bullshit." Callum said, lowering his voice as Stu walked in, his hands wrapped tightly around a twiggy little C-type who had model looks.

"Hey, guys, this is Anthony, my boyfriend," Stu said, and we all said hello. "Brice is on the way, he's with Benny and Gaspar, are Micah and Dante coming?" Brice asked as a different waiter came in giving Jas and me our drinks. "I invited them, so I think so," I said, watching Callum fidget, inhaling the bitter burnt candy smell. "What did we walk in on?" Stu asked Anthony.

"Everything is fine. Right guys?" I asked, and Keith scoffed. "You are such a trip you know that?" Keith asked Callum. "I'mma trip?" Callum asked, and you could hear a change in his speech, it was something I knew all too well. Jas told me how Callum was bought up, and it was mostly around his mother's family, he could be hood, but Jas said it only happen when he was beyond pissed.

"That's what I said, you're sitting there with ya face all frowned up and you're the one who broke up with me," Keith said and Jas choked on his lemonade. "You dated this guy?" Warren asked. "Yeah, punk, so what?" Keith shot, standing up. "Whoa, are you serious right now? Sit down, or did you forget your date is present." Callum said; a slick smirk on his lips.

The atmosphere was tense, silence fell over the room, broken when Stu's cellphone rang. "Hello." He answered. "Is this the white bitch Tizo said you were with?" Lem asked lowly, but not low enough. "I will jump over this table and wring you out like a wet rag, Keith you best check your bitch before I stomp his stupid ass," Callum said.

"Shut up ya'll. Gaspar is in labor. We need to get to the hospital." Stu said. We all panicked, trying to get outside, once outside Lem held up Keith bitching about not wanting to go to the hospital. "Yeah, I think you better take that bitch home," Callum said, Warren pulling him towards his car. "Get the fuck off of him!" Keith shouted, pulling away from Lem and approaching Warren.

"He has two legs, put him down before I knock out ya teeth," Keith growled, and Warren let go of Callum. "Bro this is bullshit, I'm so done," Lem said, storming off and going back inside the restaurant. "Yeah I'm out too, call me when you stop slumming," Warren said, walking off as I held Keith by the shoulder. "Are you two gonna act civil now?" Jas asked, while Callum and Keith just stared at each other.

"Ya'll we have to go, Gasper is in labor," Stu yelled from his truck.

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Thirty minutes later we were sitting in Gaspar's private waiting room, he was in surgery. We were all on edge, the baby was early. In the room, there were pregnancy magazines, a tea and coffee machine, and two TVs. My eyes were drawn to the poster of a pregnant C-type.

It showed everything and I couldn't help but look over at Jas, I imagined what his body would look like thick and knocked-up. Still, I worried, pregnancy wasn't always easy for C-types, sometimes, most times it's a bit dangerous. "What are you thinking about?" Jas asked, coming to sit in my lap, handing me a hot cup of creamy coffee.

"I'm worried about Gasper, and I'm thinking about if it'll be like this when we have a kid," I explained. "No, Donaldson's are very fertile, easy births, plus I want three kids, two A-types and a C-type." He said, scent bonding with me, rubbing his forehead against my neck. "Will you two stop glaring at each other, God, we're going to be here a while," Brice said, shaking his head.

"Please, you two nigga's are stressing me out like seriously bro you are soaking the entire place in your pheromones," Micah said to Callum, while Dante held him.

"How about we all go down to the cafeteria and have dinner, there should be something edible," Stu suggested, allowing his boyfriend to leave his lap. "You guys go ahead, I need to talk to Callum," Keith said. And we all left them alone.

Jas and I didn't eat much, we were both in our heads. Until Callum called to say the baby had arrived. He was adorable, tuffs of dark brownish blonde hair, he was inside an incubator beside Gaspar, who though weak couldn't take his eyes off his baby, and Benny couldn't take his eyes off either of them. "He did so good, didn't you baby?" Benny cooed at a tired Gaspar.

"He has to stay for a few weeks, then we can take him home," Gaspar announced. "How was your first day?" Gaspar asked, and Jas laughed. He started explaining, and before long we were all just sitting around listening to him rant. Soon after that three pizza's arrived and we were eating, by then Gaspar was sleeping.

Two hours later we were all tired and leaving. We said our goodbyes to Benny and Gaspar, then headed out. We were all parked next to each other, and as we were leaving Keith asked for our attention, then he turned and looked at Callum. "Um...I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier, and I want to ask you, Callum, if you wanted... I really like you, and I want to officially ask you to be my bond- partner." Keith said, and we all looked over at Callum, partner-bonding was like engagement.

"I would like that," Callum answered, giving us all shyness, but I knew the truth, Callum wasn't to be fucked with. I like a tuff C-type, I may be mad about it but I am never more attracted to Jas than when he's in fight mode.

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We got home that night and I could still smell that fucking A-type, I didn't like it and it gave me an attitude which Jas picked up on. Which of course, started an argument. "What the hell? We had a good day, why are you being all pissy suddenly?!" He hissed. "I can still smell that nigga in here. Do you know how dangerous it was for you to be alone with a strange A-type?" I asked, suddenly really mad. Sometimes it takes me a while.

"Why are you buggin?" He asked, and I grunted knowing either Gasper or Micah had taught him that ignorant shit. "I'm "buggin" cause I just realized how disrespectful and careless you are," I said, my voice calm which I knew would only make him madder. "How am I disrespectful?!" He shouted, slamming the fridge and cracking open a beer, chugging half and wasting the rest. "Bitches can't look twice at me, but chu can have a whole nigga sittin in my house, relaxin, and ya corny ass sittin back laughing and chuckin it up wit his dumb ass. That's what makes you disrespectful." I spazzed, hearing the hood in my voice.

"Boy byyyyyyyeee, you could have said all this shit earlier, I am tired and not in the mood to argue with you. Now, if you want we can fuck, but if you're gonna bring that attitude upstairs, take it to another room and sleep alone." He said, walking past me and out the kitchen archway, putting some extra sway in his hips. I watched his ass bounce, and I decided to follow him, cause I wanted to fuck, but that didn't I was about to drop the issue. I watched his ass bounce up the stairs calling me home, but I was ticked off.

When we walked into our room I grabbed him, putting his back against the door, pinning his hands above his head. "I don't want that nigga in this house unless I or one of our friends is with you. Do you understand me, Jas?" I asked, my voice at its lowest register. He went to argue and I pressed my body to his, putting lips close to his ear, I loved the way his body responded to me, the way it stuttered. "Don't argue with me, just play nice and say yes daddy. Tell daddy you understand." I said, letting the tip of my tongue touch his ear.

I wound my hips, grinding my thigh into him, his lil dick was on brick and I knew I had him. "Find ya fuckin voice and answer me yo!" I barked making him flinch, I knew my thug side turned him on, but it also scared him. "Yes..." He answered his voice laced with anger and lust. "Yes, what?" I asked licking a wet stripe across his neck, before sucking harshly on his skin, bruising it, claiming it. "Y-yes, Daddy I understand." He whined and I let his hands go, immediately he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a kiss.

I let him dominate the kiss while I worked on his cut-off jeans, clothes were yanked off and thrown before our naked skin reconnected. I lifted him in my arms my rod smacking between his ass-cheeks. He was already dripping, I could feel his wetness dripping on my dick, begging me to come home. "You wanna get in bed, or do you want this dick right here?" I asked fucking with him. "Fuck me Shod." He whined, kissin and suckin on my neck. I lined up without hesitation and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down onto me.

His head shot back and a cry that was so sexy and so perfect poured out of him, I had to fight hard not to nut early. "You know you my baby right?" I asked, lifting and dropping him down on my dick. "Y-yes d-d-daddy." He stuttered over my stroke. "This pussy wet as fuck... Whose pussy is this?" I asked, slamming into him, working his guts. "Mmmm... Your's daddy." He moaned, nibbling on my ear, making my body feel sensitive.

"Do you love daddy?" I asked, leaning a hand against the door, and using the other to support Jas, letting him ride me. "Yessssss... I love you." He cried before his body seized, and I felt his hole release of a flood of lubrication all over my dick. He was too sensitive to keep riding so I carried him over to the bed, throwing him down and placing him on his stomach. I climbed up behind him, mounting him and sliding back home.

He started babbling nonsense, just incoherent, dick-drunk nonsense. I just kept fuckin. "Who's daddy's baby? Huh?" I asked, winding my hips, letting the tip of my length massage his prostate. "Agh ... Meeeeeeee daddy meeeeee." He cried.

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An hour later I walked out of our bathroom with a warm wet washcloth, using it to clean his cum soaked body. He laid there, his thighs still trembling. "I-I'm sorry if you feel like I disrespected you... I didn't mean to." He whispered, looking at me with wide, loving eyes. "I forgive you, baby. I just didn't like smelling another A-types scent in our house, at least not   one I'm not familiar with." I said, and he nodded sleepily, he was super adorable. Then he wasn't.

"Will and I are partnered together for the semester, will you be home when I get off from school?" He asked, and my stomach dropped, I work late, he knew that. "You know damn well I won't, take him to the library, isn't that what normal people do?" I asked, taking the washcloth back into the bathroom, throwing in the clothes hamper. When I came out, Jasper was sitting up, the pleasurable haze he was under was gone.

"I don't like the school library, and I damn sure don't plan on asking our friends to stop their lives to babysit me. I am not a child Mi'shod, and I really don't see your issue." He said, his tone saying he was suddenly ready to argue. "Wow, you are a trip... I tell you what, I'll take care of it." I said, climbing naked into bed and clapping twice. The lights went out and I laid down, turning on my side. He was petty, but I am the king of petty.

That Monday when school started, Jas brought Will to our house again, we hadn't argued about it anymore after that Friday, but I was talking to Benny and Dante, we had some beers that Saturday, turns out Dante's cousin Kylen runs a side business, guarding high-profile clients, namely C-types.
I met the A-type and he was extremely professional, but one would never expect anything less from a Trosi man.

Jas and Will came home to find, Kylen  was all sit up in my home office. From what was relaid to me by Kylen that evening. Jas had a fit and he and Will left. They went to the library. That night I had to order dinner because it wasn't prepared for me. At around nine, Jas came home, he didn't say a word to me as he undressed and went to take a shower. I sighed, knowing if I didn't resolve the issue it would carry on for days, maybe weeks. I walked into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the sink.

"So, you met Kylen?" I asked." He didn't say anything at first, then he wiped away the fog from the clear glass. "You embarrassed me, you don't trust me, so just leave me alone." He said, his voice all soft and vulnerable. "I don't trust that nigga. He can pretend to be as nice as he wants, but I don't like him. And I don't want you to hate me, but it's either Kylen stays or Will goes." I said, and Jas turned off the shower, coming out and wrapping himself in a big powder blue towel.

He stormed up to me, water still dripping from his hair. "Okay, we can do it your way, but I'm not happy about it... At all." He said, pouting. "I know you aren't happy, which is why we're going away this Friday, Keith and Callum are coming too. Keith and I booked it a few nights ago. "A trip doesn't make up for you being a jerk." He said, and I kissed his cheek. "It's your own fault, you shouldn't have made me fall in love with you," I said, tickling his side. He shrieked and took off running...

I caught him, and of course, horseplay turned into more makeup sex.

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