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of the main area and to the hallway that
led to the restrooms.
“Blu, this is not what it looks like. Vicious
is...”
I grabbed his chin in my hand and slipped my other
hand in his back pocket. I looked into his green eyes for a moment
before I ran my tongue across his pretty lips. Not satisfied with
just a taste, I leaned in and kissed him deeply. He relaxed against
the wall and pulled my body close to his. His strong hands palmed
my ass, and he groaned as I moved my hands from his face to his
neck and dug my nails into his flesh. Slowly, I pulled away.
“It’s cool, baby. I’m not tripping. I’ll see you
later?”
Kimani licked his lips as he stared at me like he
wanted to rip my dress off my body and fuck me senseless right
there in the hallway.
“You got that.”
“I know I do,” I winked at him and walked away in
search of Nakami. I knew where Kimani was going to end up after the
club let out, so I was no longer worried about him. Tonight I was
going to throw this pussy on him so good that he wouldn’t be
thinking about no damn Vicious. Now I just needed to find my best
friend before some shit went down. Lord knows what kind of trouble
she had gotten herself into.
Grey
July 2014
I dragged Nakami by her arm to my office in the back
of the club. She was struggling to keep up with me in the six-inch
heels she was sporting, but I didn’t give a fuck. Damn, she was a
hot head! On top of coming to my house and destroying all my stuff, she had the nerve to try to front me in front of
my niggas at my place of business? The chick had lost her marbles.
I pulled her into my office, and I closed and locked the door.
“The fuck man?! What is your problem?! Haven't you
had enough?!” I yelled.
“That’s what I should be asking you! You got a chick
that’s willing to ride with you ’til the wheels fall off and can
handle every inch of you in the bedroom, and you still out here
bitch shopping?”
I sighed deeply. “Like, all this shit you say that
I’m doing...it’s all in your head, ma! Like I’ve told you before,
I’m not doing shit. I'm trying to get this money and hold you down.
I don’t have time for nothing extra!"
On some real shit, I wasn’t lying. I hadn’t been
fucking with anyone else but Nakami since we met. I knew how crazy
good my hook-up with her father was, and I wasn’t trying to do
anything to jeopardize it. She could check my phone and email and
even the cameras inside the club. I was all hers, but she had to
nip this “girl interrupted” act with the quickness. I liked Nakami,
but I loved my money. She wasn’t going to mess up my means to an
end with her off kilter antics.
I could feel Nakami’s eyes on me as I walked around
her to sit down on the couch. Damn, she had fucked up a niggas
buzz. She stared at me with her hip poked out, and I got the chance
to take in her appearance for the first time. Nakami was definitely
a bad bitch. With copper colored skin, thick curly hair that was
all hers, and a body that could put the baddest of video vixens out
of work, she was dope. She was also smart and funny when she wasn’t
jumping to conclusions, and she could go off in the bedroom. There
wasn’t anything that was off limits with Nakami, and I dug
that.
I stared at her and she stared back at me. As pissed
off as I was, I couldn’t ignore how horny she was making me. Her
stance, her body, that skintight jumpsuit she was wearing…all of it
was wearing me down. I felt my anger subsiding, and my little head
began to outthink the bigger one. Tired of looking at the black
stretch fabric clinging to all her assets, I motioned for her to
come over to me. I knew that she was a little off, but my money
train had just left the station. I needed to make sure that bitch
continued to come. Fucking her in the meantime would be a bonus, as
long as she could calm the hell down.
Nakami walked over to me slowly, knowing exactly what
I wanted.
She ran her hands down her breasts, as she
led to the restrooms.
“Blu, this is not what it looks like. Vicious
is...”
I grabbed his chin in my hand and slipped my other
hand in his back pocket. I looked into his green eyes for a moment
before I ran my tongue across his pretty lips. Not satisfied with
just a taste, I leaned in and kissed him deeply. He relaxed against
the wall and pulled my body close to his. His strong hands palmed
my ass, and he groaned as I moved my hands from his face to his
neck and dug my nails into his flesh. Slowly, I pulled away.
“It’s cool, baby. I’m not tripping. I’ll see you
later?”
Kimani licked his lips as he stared at me like he
wanted to rip my dress off my body and fuck me senseless right
there in the hallway.
“You got that.”
“I know I do,” I winked at him and walked away in
search of Nakami. I knew where Kimani was going to end up after the
club let out, so I was no longer worried about him. Tonight I was
going to throw this pussy on him so good that he wouldn’t be
thinking about no damn Vicious. Now I just needed to find my best
friend before some shit went down. Lord knows what kind of trouble
she had gotten herself into.
Grey
July 2014
I dragged Nakami by her arm to my office in the back
of the club. She was struggling to keep up with me in the six-inch
heels she was sporting, but I didn’t give a fuck. Damn, she was a
hot head! On top of coming to my house and destroying all my stuff, she had the nerve to try to front me in front of
my niggas at my place of business? The chick had lost her marbles.
I pulled her into my office, and I closed and locked the door.
“The fuck man?! What is your problem?! Haven't you
had enough?!” I yelled.
“That’s what I should be asking you! You got a chick
that’s willing to ride with you ’til the wheels fall off and can
handle every inch of you in the bedroom, and you still out here
bitch shopping?”
I sighed deeply. “Like, all this shit you say that
I’m doing...it’s all in your head, ma! Like I’ve told you before,
I’m not doing shit. I'm trying to get this money and hold you down.
I don’t have time for nothing extra!"
On some real shit, I wasn’t lying. I hadn’t been
fucking with anyone else but Nakami since we met. I knew how crazy
good my hook-up with her father was, and I wasn’t trying to do
anything to jeopardize it. She could check my phone and email and
even the cameras inside the club. I was all hers, but she had to
nip this “girl interrupted” act with the quickness. I liked Nakami,
but I loved my money. She wasn’t going to mess up my means to an
end with her off kilter antics.
I could feel Nakami’s eyes on me as I walked around
her to sit down on the couch. Damn, she had fucked up a niggas
buzz. She stared at me with her hip poked out, and I got the chance
to take in her appearance for the first time. Nakami was definitely
a bad bitch. With copper colored skin, thick curly hair that was
all hers, and a body that could put the baddest of video vixens out
of work, she was dope. She was also smart and funny when she wasn’t
jumping to conclusions, and she could go off in the bedroom. There
wasn’t anything that was off limits with Nakami, and I dug
that.
I stared at her and she stared back at me. As pissed
off as I was, I couldn’t ignore how horny she was making me. Her
stance, her body, that skintight jumpsuit she was wearing…all of it
was wearing me down. I felt my anger subsiding, and my little head
began to outthink the bigger one. Tired of looking at the black
stretch fabric clinging to all her assets, I motioned for her to
come over to me. I knew that she was a little off, but my money
train had just left the station. I needed to make sure that bitch
continued to come. Fucking her in the meantime would be a bonus, as
long as she could calm the hell down.
Nakami walked over to me slowly, knowing exactly what
I wanted.
She ran her hands down her breasts, as she
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