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unknownpisces002 · 10 months ago

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GREEN MILE.

“ Losing my mind, think I look good when I’m really just high. Scared of my life, can a bitch get by? Sick of listening to everyone else. Sick of my pride, sick of just saying shit, just to be nice. Sick of this world, how do I get by? Miles running wild in my head.”

Giovanna Ramos X Black Fem.

Summary

“Clarity is a state of mind. And freedom ain’t real either, so who’s sold you that lie?” A love story told in a therapy session, about two young girls that were once mad for one another. By a recovering drug addict, who’s life revolves entirely around the green mile of North Carolina.

That she so desperately wants to escape.

Word count: 2,259

Themes: friends to lovers, LGBT, derealization, coming out of the closet, growth, homophobia, substance abuse, summer, violence, mental health, religion, family problems and secrets, young adults, mature, self discovery, eventual fluff, eventual smut, therapy, North Carolina, countryside, poverty, trauma, urban romance, urban fiction, ghetto.

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Author’s Note

hi everyone! this is a story that i decided to transfer over from my wattpad account. that i recently just started at the end of december. because i felt the need to share it here, over on this platform as well.

so that all of you guys would also be able to read/ give me feedback on how it is, and what you’d like to see occur? as the story progresses on. so i hope that you all like it, and also feel free to follow me on wattpad as well! my username is supersensitivepisces on there 🧚🏽

also, inspiration to create this story? came from my love for Giovanna. ( she’s so aesthetically pleasing flf me.) as well as a movie that i had been watching, the day that i decided to publish this onto my account back in december.

PROLOGUE.

" I'll never meet a girl like you again. Out of everything I lost, I lost a friend. Tryna get over you, tryna convince myself every night. It's just another night, even though deep down I'm traumatized."

HASSAN

4 hassan

U r the omega of my heart. The foundation 4 my concept of love, when I think of what a black woman should be. It's you that I first think of.

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U will never fully understand how deeply my heart feels for you. I worry that we'll grow apart, and I'll end up losing you.

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U bring me to a climax without sex, and u do it all with regal grace. U r my heart in human form, a friend I could never replace.

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– from gio.

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11/7/18

Oak City Therapy

Lillington, NC

" When I was younger, around like five or six years old? I used to bug my mom and tell her about how I wanted to be a firefighter. So I could save lies and put out fires? Like the people who I'd watch on tv would do."

Tapping the tips of her fingertips onto the dark oak wood coffee table, that was located in the center of the dim lit office room. Giovanna kept her head facing downwards.

Finding that, refusing to make direct eye contact with her therapist of 3 years, who was named Marsha? Was far more comfortable and peaceful for her nerves, as well as her emotional state.

That had so desperately wanted to crumble and falter, into tiny small pieces of despair. But you see, that was the one thing on this fucked up planet, we call earth? That Giovanna was against.

Showing emotions and allowing herself to be vulnerable? Were just two things she'd rather die over, before she'd allow them to be seen by the entire world.

Or in this specific case? Her friends, along with her father. Who had played a humongous part, in why she chose to be nonchalant while acting unfazed? About majority of the things that would occur inside of her life.

".. I too? Used to dream of being a firefighter myself. When I was around that exact age, but I'm assuming that specific dream of yours must've gotten lost. Somewhere down the line as you aged up? If you aren't uncomfortable telling me about why or how? That occurred.."

Marsha eased her way into questioning the young woman who sat before her, slowly and hesitantly. Making sure that each of the words she'd spoken? Came out soft, in a calm and delicate manner.

As she leaned her backside up against her office chair, with eyes full of hope and wonder. That held a bit of gloominess inside them as well too. Once she noticed the way that Giovanna's breathing had begun to pick up a bit.

Just as her short, but not too short fingernails, that were painted a matte black color? Had begun to dig into the surface of the desk she sat at. Almost as if she were trying to dig a deep hole into the center of it, that would allow her to shield and hide herself away?

From having to answer the difficult question? That had been asked of her.

" ..I wouldn't say that my passion to accomplish that specific dream? Got lost. Because even after my mom had passed away, from having cancer? Apart of me still wanted to pursue that goal. But at the same time? Another part of me, like the part that held high hopes and expectations for things? Had diminished inside of me completely, after I lost my mom.."

" ..And I'm not really sure that if me being an only child, plays a part in that? Because don't get me wrong, I was loved wholeheartedly? By both of my parents equally when I was younger. But I don't know...sometimes now? Like when I'm alone or high from being off pills or something? I start to realize that really? It was only my mom that had loved me wholeheartedly back then.."

" Instead of it being my dad."

" And why is it, that you feel as if your father doesn't love you Giovanna?" Marsha continued to ask all the questions, that were written down onto her clipboard hesitantly.

Feeling an unsettling sensation begin to wash over her slowly. When Giovanna had taken it upon herself to shift around inside her seat. Which allowed the left sleeve of her oversized sweatshirt to rise. And give Marsha the opportunity, to catch a glimpse of all the fresh and faded scar markings that were present there.

From Giovanna, inflicting a significant amount of self harm unto herself.

" I know that he doesn't love me? Because he's voiced that statement every single day. Over the last twelve years? Repeatedly." Giovanna chuckled bitterly, all while gnawing on the inside of her jaw using her teeth.

" Me being a lesbian? Probably is another one of the reasons why he hates me too. But all in all? He just doesn't love or care for me period? In the way that a normal father would love their child."

And that fact alone? Was sadly true.

" Him not loving me or treating me properly? Doesn't bother me at all though. Because I'm used to it now, and I know that me saying that? Probably sounds stupid right? And it might also make you assume that I may or may not have Stockholm syndrome? Being that I'm okay with the fact that my father's been treating me like shit, while sometimes abusing me and more? For over twelve years."

" Yes, the way that you are going on about how his lack of love and affection, doesn't bother you? Does raise a few red flags for me. As far as you possibly being a victim of having Stockholm syndrome? But it also makes me worry more about your emotional and mental state? Even more. Being that when you really sit and sum up the timeframe, of you losing your mother? Down to your father's continuous abuse?"

" It seems that through all of that? You haven't been able to feel any of the proper care, love or attention? That a person who's endured losing a parent at a young age? Should get to feel. And that may also be another reason, as to why you feel the need to be so distant. While hiding away your true feelings, because honestly Giovanna? I'm gonna tell you something from my own personal experiences with life."

"..That have helped me find closure and peace? Within myself. After being a victim of my own? To some of the same exact problems that you've been having."

Sitting her clipboard aside, after grabbing a few tissues out of the box that was towards her right. Marsha had begun opening up about her past life, to Giovanna. As a way to encourage the younger woman and try to get through to her in a way, that talking and asking simple therapy questions? Couldn't do.

But of course? As always, Giovanna didn't care to hear any of it. Which allowed every word that left from out of Marsha's mouth, to enter inside of one ear, and come floating directly through the other.

Just as she found herself beginning to grow a bit offended, once Marsha had begun to talk about love and relationships. And how someone in Giovanna's state, didn't really need to engage in any form of romantic or sexual interactions? With another person.

Due to the lack of her father not showing her enough love or care properly? When she was a young age.

" I've been in love before." Were the first few words that left from out of Giovanna's mouth. As she cut into the middle of Marsha's speech, not really caring or giving a fuck if she had come off rude or not? After doing so.

" I'm actually in love right now? If you want me to be honest. I'm just not on speaking terms with the person? Who owns the other half of my heart right now."

" Really?" Marsha questioned slowly, sounding a bit shocked and caught off guard by Giovanna's statement.

" Mm-hm." Giovanna nodded her head slowly, feeling a small smile begin to form at the corners of her lips. Once the thought of her distant and angelic lover? Had begun to enter inside of her mind slowly.

" And why aren't the two of you on speaking terms? If you don't mind me asking."

" Because I'm..." Trailing off at the end of her sentence, Giovanna had begun to still her breathing. Just as her dark brown eyes started to glisten, and blur her vision up with tears.

" Because you're what, Giovanna?" Marsha pressed her for an answer, knowing almost immediately? What the younger girls response would've been like, once she re-opened up her mouth to speak.

" ..I'm damaged goods, Miss Marsha.."

" Like I have a heart, of course? And I know how to love and treat someone properly, even though I myself? Never got to receive that same exact treatment, from the people I deserved it from. I still know how to love and treat someone good? Despite that. But I just..."

" You're just a product of your environment. And even though treating someone kindly and loving them correctly? Doesn't come difficult. Sometimes accepting back that same love and energy? Can be a bit difficult. When all you've ever known was toxicity and dysfunction."

" But see, the thing about me accepting it back? Wasn't the problem Miss Marsha. The problem was my self esteem and my communication. Because there were times when I said things out of anger or out of being afraid? That had drove Hassan away from me too."

" Hassan?" Marsha repeated the name of Giovanna's lover slowly. " Hassan is such a pretty name, and I'm sure that she must be a pretty girl too? With how emotional and vulnerable you're getting while talking about her."

And that? She was indeed.

But of course, pretty? Wouldn't even be a suitable word to describe her at all. Because you see, Hassan? Was angelic. Just like everything else about her personality and character? Was too.

" Experiencing her love and even the attention she gave to me, before we ever became a thing? Was a privilege I wish that I never took for granted." Giovanna answered quietly, picking with the bracelet on her arm, that was giving to her by Hassan herself.

" And I know before, when I had first gotten here? I told you about how growing up as a child, with both of my parents while my mom was still alive? Was the time period where my want to do lots of things? Had been very strong."

" But even when she died and my dad became more hostile towards me? I still craved to be something or let alone somebody? Who'd be great. I just didn't know how or where to start first? For me to be able to accomplish any of those things period? Until I met Hassan.."

"..And she came into my world, allowing everything that once looked black and white? Turn colorful and vibrant. So that I could be guided out of my selfish, stuck up ways, and be the person who she swore up above to God and the heavens? That I was created to be."

" And what kind of person was that?" Marsha found herself growing a bit emotional as time passed, as she sat with her arms folded tightly. Trying not to make a fool out of herself, for crying and weeping over her client's newfound vulnerability and bravery.

That she had gained out of the blue, due to talking about her past. Or in this case? Still present lover. Who she wholeheartedly still loved very deeply, to this day.

" The kind of person who always showed patience and kindness, despite being robbed of all their goodness and purity? Far too early than I should've been. That's the kind of person? She saw me as. Even through the good, the bad and the ugly? She always looked at me, with eyes that held so much love and adoration. That at often times? I'd get scared."

" While wondering how a person like me? Could win over the heart of someone like her, you know? But even then after everything that's happened and changed over the years? I'd never stop loving her ever."

" And why is that Giovanna?"

" Because finding someone who'd love you through any and everything, despite the fact that you might not even deserve it at all? Is very fucking rare these days."

" And I have Hassan's heart? In the same exact way she has mine. So why would I ever let go or move onto someone else? When I know for certain that we'll find our way back to one another. Just like we always have? During the past."

" And you're willing to wait however long it may take, until that day ends up coming?"

" Oh? Absolutely." Giovanna's head nodded up and down quickly. " If I had to wait another year or even ten more? I'd do it without question."

" Because Hassan is worth the wait. And if I ended up having to grow old and wrinkly, just for that day to come back to me? I wouldn't have a problem with it at all."

" ..I'd just accept her back into my life fully, with open arms. Because that's all I've been wanting again and looking forward to? For the last two years."

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pinkurbanfictionhaven · 4 months ago

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1- FUCK ME AT FASHION WEEK

The sound of metal hangers scraping rapidly across dozens of clothing racks full of high-priced designer clothing filled up the large NYC penthouse.

The clothing was delivered a few hours prior and had yet to be stored inside Nicki's three-floor closet, so the racks sat in the center of her living room instead.

Nicki groaned annoyedly as she searched maniacally for the white ensemble and matching fur jacket that she requested for her new wardrobe assistant, Trina to pack into her wardrobe for New York City Fashion Week.

"I swear I can not believe this shit! I am scheduled to be at the Tom Ford show in less than a fucking hour and I'm still here struggling to put an outfit together because my assistant can't follow simple instructions and do her damn job!" She ranted, storming into her bedroom to put on her jewelry.

"You know you can just wear something else right? It is the girl's first week doing this job so I am sure that it was an honest rookie mistake, Cookie." Her friend Thembi defends the young assistant.

Nicki eyeballs her, watching her lay lazily across her California King Bed, fully dressed down for the gods in the latest couture while stuffing handfuls of Smart Popcorn into her mouth.

Thembi 👆🏾

Her new stylist, Maher Jridi handpicked the perfect designer outfits for her to slay fashion week, and she felt stressed that everything wasn't in order since she is a bit of a perfectionist.

"Why don't you help me put an outfit together since you know so fucking much!" Nicki rants, tossing her ankle-length weave to the side to clasp her diamond-encrusted necklace around her neck.

Thembi sits upright in Nicki's lavish bed, analyzing her best friend that she has known for years as she shuffled around the gigantic bedroom, complaining about everything under the sun.

Nicki stops near her light-up makeup vanity to spritz some sweet-smelling perfume onto her chest, wrists, and neck.

Staring down at the perfume bottle, she realized that she picked up his favorite perfume scent on her out of habit, it frustrated the hell out of her, causing her to suck her teeth and put the bottle down.

Nicki hated to admit it, but her subconscious mind was on him.

Nicki has been moody and bitchy since they touched down in New York a few days ago, Thembi and all of Nicki's entourage and beauty team couldn't help but notice the change in her.

"What about this red dress, Cookie?" Thembi climbs down from the bed and approaches the various racks of clothing, pulling the dress from a rack after eyeing it from across the room.

This is cute! Right, Cookie?" Thembi holds up a cute short studded dress to show Nicki. "Pair it with some sexy ass thigh highs and you're all set." She runs her hand over the fabric.

Nicki peeks her head out of the bathroom door and cringes at the sight of the dress.

"No! that's basic! Are you trying to turn me into one of these basic bitches?"

Nicki frowned her face in the mirror as she adjusted her glued mink lashes and primped.

"I have to look perfect and sexy, the paparazzi will be there and you know they live for dragging people for their attire. It's bad enough that my name is all up in the news for this Remy bullshit."

Her friend walks into the bathroom, standing beside Nicki as she brushes her long tresses, she stares into the mirrored reflection at her, watching closely with her tongue stuck inside of her cheek.

After a brief moment of thinking, she grins to herself when she comes to the revelation of what is going on with her temperamental friend.

"I just had an epiphany..." Thembi utters knowingly.

Nicki turns her head and looks at her. "I swear if you say I need to go to Tiffany's I'm straight backhanding you back to Queens!" She smiles adorably, lightening up a bit.

"No, crazy! I just figured out why you've been giving everybody a stink-ass attitude all week long and why you've been screening all of your cell calls, throwing tantrums, and spending just a little too much time in the shower with the removable shower head! You, my friend, need some dick!" Thembi exclaimed.

Nicki's neck quickly snapped in Thembi's direction and she gave her a hostile expression, side-eyeing her.

Nicki couldn't help but become a bit offended by her comments, she just threw major shade. Even though it was true tea, she didn't appreciate her friend being so blunt about it.

In reality, it had been a treacherous three weeks since Nicki got the release that she so desperately desired, she was on a sex strike after a heated argument with the guy that she regularly scheduled her freaky dick appointments with and she had way too much pride to crack first.

He and she had a hostile relationship, they argued and bickered whenever they were in the same room and vowed that they hated each other with a burning passion, but a year ago after a drunken night, one of their heated arguments led to them hate fucking on the private balcony of his hotel room and it's been a fuck fest ever since.

They still hate each other, but the sex between them is so fucking explosive and addicting that they can't control themselves.

So here they are, two enemies stuck between hating each other and fucking each other. The turmoil was real.

"Please, not everyone is overly dick obsessed like you ok? I am living my best life over here!" Nicki retorts, slamming her bedazzled brush down on the counter.

Thembi gives her a knowing look, twisting her lips to the side, putting her hand on her hip, and narrowing her eyes.

Nicki kisses her teeth and lets out a loud frustrated shriek, throwing her head backward in anguish and whining.

"Fine, bitch! Fine! Is it that obvious?! Fuck! I've been dickless for three whole weeks and I feel like ripping all of my hair out! You happy?" Nicki rants, throwing yet another tantrum.

Thembi just stares at her in amusement before they both burst into a fit of laughter.

"Bitch, I knew that something had to be up when you were aggressively humping that big unicorn floaty in Gucci's music video last weekend!" Thembi exclaims.

"You know I ain't got no man, sis! Stop playing these games!" Nicki whines.

"Well, what about this mystery guy that you've been fucking on the low and refuse to tell me or our other girls about?" Thembi questions.

"Nicki!" They suddenly hear, Maher calling from the front of the penthouse.

Nicki smiles cheekily in triumph since he just saved her from the awkward conversation.

"Hehe! Nice try, sis!" She says, and playfully sticks her tongue out at her friend before speed walking out of the bathroom.

Thankfully, Maher found an eye-catching last-minute outfit for her and quickly assisted her with putting it on.

It was already bedazzled so the added jewelry was no longer needed.

They all left the penthouse suite fifteen minutes later and arrived at the runway show fashionably late, just before the show began.

Nicki took her seat front row with her entourage of eight, crossing her legs and handing her Gucci purse off to her assistant.

The show began after a small speech from Tom Ford, she watched the slender male and female models as they strutted and sashayed up and down the catwalk in all of the latest designs while the cameras flashed.

Amid the chaos of the show, she felt eyes on her which caused her to scan around the crowded room.

When their eyes finally locked, her breathing became slightly uneven. The look that he gave her caused her legs to clench and her lips to tremble.

There he and his crew were, seated across from her on the other side of the stage.

Nicki wasn't expecting him to be in New York, let alone at fashion week since he wasn't listed as one of the show's performers and the fashion shows weren't usually his thing, he found them boring.

Damn it, he looked fucking edible, he was clean-cut and dressed down in a denim jean jacket and basic attire, but he still had a way of making the simplest of outfits look so sexy and his own.

Nicki could feel herself getting wet from the sight of him alone, the minute she saw the lecherous gleam in his eyes, her pussy started throbbing like rapid a heartbeat.

He blatantly disregarded the models on the runway and continued sensually glancing across the room at her, bluntly eyeing her entire body and biting his lip.

Thankfully, he had on dark designer sunglasses, so it wasn't noticeable to the random people surrounding them, but Nicki peeped it.

He ran his hand over his freshly groomed facial hair and subtly head-motioned for her to get up and meet him in the bathroom.

Nicki subtly shook her head no causing him to frown and glare at her. He never liked when she disobeyed him.

Nicki watched closely as his hand slid from his knee up to his thighs and he grabbed his bulge, letting her know exactly what would be waiting for her if she got up and went to the bathroom.

"Fuck, why the hell is he doing this right now. People could be watching him." She mumbles to herself and shifts in her seat uncomfortably, biting down on her lip.

Nicki decided to finally break the intense eye contact with him and focus on the show once again, she was only getting herself worked up by watching him and his teasing and she knew that eventually, someone in the crowd would catch on.

Every so often during the two-hour show, she would subtly glance over at him to see that his hungry eyes were still focused directly on her, it was very obvious that the outfit she had on was to blame for his sexual behavior.

When the fashion show finally ended, Nicki chatted with the designer and took photographs with celebs, models, and some of the people that she knew from the industry.

Her eyes scanned the entire room multiple times for Abel, but he seemed to have disappeared right after the end of the show. Nicki hoped he was headed for her penthouse.

In the meantime, Nicki decided to mingle with all of the other guests for a while to give him time to make it across town to her place and hopefully be laying in her bed hard and ready for her when she gets there.

It was hard to put on a fake smile and front when in reality she was anxious to get back to her place to get the life fucked out of her, but she did it.

"Nicki!" Tom called her from across the room before approaching her and taking both of her hands in his.

"Tommy! Thank you for inviting me tonight sweetie! I had such a wonderful time." She pecks both of his cheeks sweetly while giving him a big dimpled smile.

"Will you be coming to the after-party?" Tom asks as they begin to walk hand in hand towards the private exit of the venue.

"I don't think I'll be able to make it, I'm kind of tired and jet-lagged." She lies.

"Oh, nonsense! You simply must come, when you see the gift bags that I am giving away you'll be glad that you did. Come on! You can ride over in my limo with me!" Tom began to drag Nicki along by her arm, not taking no for an answer.

Nicki kept a very calm exterior, but on the inside, she was screaming and crying.

Tom didn't understand the urgency of this particular dick appointment, it was crucial!

The next hour was spent at the party, surrounded by boujee fucking partygoers and engaging in pointless conversation with people that she didn't give a damn about.

Nicki sipped slowly on her bubbling champagne as she maneuvered through the crowded party in search of someone in her entourage to drive her back home, she already knew that Abel would eventually become restless.

Nicki spent another twenty-five minutes searching around before she finally decided to call a car service to pick her up.

"Damn, no reception." She sets her glass down on a nearby table and wanders away to a secluded area of the party to get away from the loud, pulsing, blaring music.

Nicki stops near the entryway and she is so focused on her phone that she doesn't notice that the closet door behind her is opening.

A hand suddenly clasps over Nicki's mouth, muffling her scream, and she feels someone's arm grip her small waist, pulling her into the closet.

Nicki begins to shriek, tussle, and freak out until the dimly lit closet light flickers on and she comes face to face with Abel.

Her small balled-up fists began pounding against his chest in frustration and she screeched.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you asshole?! You almost scared me half to death!" She places her hand against her rapidly heaving chest, attempting to calm down her racing heart.

Abel quickly cups his hand over her mouth, pressing her back against the door and reaching down to lock it.

"Would you shut up before we get caught together in here!" Abel gripes, staring down into her brown eyes.

"Well, you can't be popping out of fucking closets like a serial killer!" She retorts, slapping his hands away.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He whispers. "You have been ducking me for weeks. I have been calling and texting you like crazy!"

"I told your nappy-headed ass to leave me alone, you were on punishment and you still are." She rolls her neck and turns to leave the closet, but he pushes her back.

"Fuck out of here... You've kept that pussy away from me for weeks and I'm done with your bullshit aight? I'm not leaving New York without sliding deep inside of you so might as well dead all that fucking attitude and open your fucking legs." He whispers assertively into her ear.

Nicki opens her mouth slightly to speak, but he cuts her off by wrapping his hand around her fragile neck and giving it a slight squeeze; which caused the flood between her legs to worsen.

"Shut up and listen." He demands. "Do you have any idea how badly I have been craving your spoiled ass? You have me catching flights for some pussy like I'm one of these regular niggas out here!" He argues with her which was one of his favorite things to do since it always led to mind-blowing sex.

Nicki gave him an adorable dimpled grin, feeling his grip tighten around her neck, she felt accomplished and powerful knowing her pussy was so good that it had him hopping on private jets just to get a sample of it.

Nicki shrugs playfully. "Sounds personal, but it's not my problem. You could have found some pussy back in Toronto."

"Don't pull all that cute shit with me, Nicki. I already know that you missed this dick being inside of you. I can look into your eyes and see how badly you want me right now." He says cockily, causing Nicki to roll her eyes.

I bet that little pussy is dripping for me like a fucking faucet..." He whispers, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Nicki furrowed her eyebrows, she hated his cocky ass with a burning passion.

"Nigga-"

"Just shut the fuck up, we don't have much time." He whispers huskily, cutting her off.

He pulls her forward by her neck and crashes his lips against hers.

They begin to kiss fervidly, tongue-kissing each other roughly and fighting for dominance. Abel regains full control when he takes her tongue into his mouth and sucks it.

Nicki attempts to gain control by reaching up to grab his hair, but Abel grabs a firm hold of her wrists and forcibly pins them up above her head, causing her to whine out in frustration.

"You ain't running shit today, Peaches..." Abel grunts against her succulently soft lips, calling her the name that he gave because he said that her pussy juices are delicious and sweet and of course that peach-shaped ass of hers.

"We can't do it in here, someone will hear us." Nicki pants against his lips.

"Let me just taste it then.." He grunts back, biting her bottom lip, pulling it before trailing rough kisses down her neck to her chest.

Nicki shutters and bites her lip gently when she feels his hands running down her curves.

They slide over her hips and he grips her ass, his lips connect with her left breast and he swirls his tongue over it.

"This closet is too small for all of that..." she whines, feeling her skin heat up from his rough touching and kisses.

"I'll be fast, mama. I just really need to feel you right now." He whispers.

Abel's hands begin to fumble with Nicki's dress as he desperately tries to find a way to get it off of her.

The cage metal design of it makes it difficult, causing Abel to groan in frustration.

"Take this shit off now before I rip it off of you..." He grits.

Nicki snickers at his frustration before finding a way to slip the dress off.

It drapes to the floor, leaving her in a bedazzled bra and leather bottoms.

Abel eagerly begins to tear her shorts from her body, almost ripping them as his long tongue swirls circles around her exposed cleavage.

He roughly kisses and bites down her body until he reaches her belly button, he swirls his tongue around it before licking lower until he is staring at her pussy that is teasingly visible through her see-through pink thong.

Nicki looks down at him, breathing deeply and eager to feel his tongue. He just stares at it fixedly which is causing her to drip even more.

Nicki whimpers softly and slaps the side of his head to get his attention.

"Eat it, Nigga!" She demands, attempting to pull his face between her legs.

He instantly bites down on her inner thigh, making her squeak and hit him again.

"Keep playing and I'll walk out of here and leave you dripping..." He warns.

Before Nicki can come up with a clever comeback, he forces her thighs further apart, sliding his tongue up her slit.

"You petty ass motherfucker." She hisses, feeling her body tingling for more.

He snickers sinisterly and begins to suck on her clit through the thin fabric of her thong while staring up into her eyes.

"Your panties are already soaked, you were thinking about me huh, ma?" He whispers, moving them over to the side so he can taste more of her.

"Grind that pussy against my tongue, ma." He urges, firmly gripping her thighs while his tongue flips and slurps.

He tortures her clit and slips his fingers into her wet entrance which catches her off guard and causes her to scream out just a little too loudly. He punishes her by forcing his fingers deeper.

"Shut up and take this shit, you can take it can't you, baby?" He teases.

The sound of him sucking drives her insane, she was so fucking turned on that she slipped her breasts out of her bra and started kneading and licking her breasts which drove Abel crazy.

Nicki curses repeatedly under her breath and throws her head back in total ecstasy when he starts to suck harder just like she likes it, making her clit harden in his mouth, as his fingers relentlessly probed in and out of her.

Heat rushes throughout her body and in between her thighs.

Nicki's pussy was succulent, Abel could eat it all day if she'd allow it, his favorite place was in between her legs and he knew that his tongue game was the best that she'd ever had.

Her thighs tremble and her toes begin to curl inside of her boots when he begins to devour her as if she is the only form of nourishment that he would ever possess.

Nicki was a moaning mess, inching closer and closer to her release as her hips grind desperately and her breath hitched.

When Nicki is mere seconds away from exploding all over his face, Abel suddenly stops and stands with his face and beard coated in her wetness.

"What the fuck!" Nicki gripes, heaving slightly as her stomach twists in knots from her neared release that he ruined.

Nicki made an impassioned plea for him to continue pleasing her, but Abel had other plans, his desperate need for release made him uncaring. He had to fuck her.

Abel wasn't even trying to hear her whining, his only focus was filling her up with his cum.

He fumbled around with his belt until his erect dick was freed and pulsing hard in his hand.

Nicki was about to curse him out but he shut her up when he wordlessly pushed her back against the door, thrusting deep inside of her with one harsh movement.

All Nicki could do was gasp and hold onto him tight, closing her eyes and whimpering at the fullness that she felt with him inside of her.

"That shut you right the fuck up huh, baby girl?" He teases, proceeding to thrust his hips and give her the deep long strokes that she had been craving for three weeks.

He gripped her thigh, lifting one so that he could dig deeper while his other hand wrapped around her neck dominantly.

"Look at me, baby..." He demanded, leaning forward to kiss her lips deeply.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and he made intense eye contact with her, watching her mouth gape when he slid balls deep and her eyes water when he hit the right spot.

He loved watching her unravel before him, watching her body submit every time he slides inside of her and pushed her past her limits.

Nicki didn't have to utter a word, her expression said it all. Her eyes squinted and her moans filled his ears as she thrusts against him and cursed under her breath.

Abel was over all the slow shit after a while, he and Nicki never had the time to fuck slow, their sex was always rough and fast.

He released his firm grip on her neck and lifted her other thigh up, taking full control of her body.

Fear took over Nick's expression, she knew what was coming from the look in his eye, she tried to keep a tough expression although she knew her pussy was about to be torn apart.

"You better not drop me down on this floor, nigga." She sassed, trying to mask her fear and excitement.

Abel's brow remained furrowed, he didn't give a fuck about her smart-ass comments because he knew she would soon be rendered speechless.

He began to pound into her core roughly, giving her short and fast strokes that caused her pussy to throb in pleasured pain.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed, no longer caring if anyone heard her.

He kissed the side of her face, lifting her and making her bounce on his dick. "Take this shit, take this dick baby." He grunted.

"Fuck, baby! That hurts so fucking good!" She moans and digs her nails into the back of his neck, gripping him tightly.

He became even more aggressive and began fucking her like he hated her, showing no mercy on her sore pussy.

Abel's pace increased and sweat beads formed on his forehead, he shut his eyes tightly and moaned when she began to tighten up on him. He made her bounce harder although he could feel her attempting to push him out.

"Fuck, wait, Abel..." she whimpers, trembling a bit in his arms.

"Nah, I'm not stopping until you cum on this dick so you better take this shit, ma." He grunts against her neck.

"I can't take it!" She whimpered. "Fuck, please slow down, Daddy!" Abel smiled and shook his head no.

"The next time that you decide to be petty and keep this pussy away from me for three weeks, I'm going to destroy your fucking walls... do you hear me?" He breathes.

Nicki started to cry softly against his shoulder, it felt so good that she couldn't hold back the tears and she knew he would never let her hear the end of it when it was said and done.

"Stop holding it, you are not about to make me cum first so just cum for me," Abel whispers into her ear which made her whine in frustration.

It was a competition between the two, they kept a record of who made who cum first and Nicki had yet to succeed in making Abel cum before her.

Not being able to take any more punishment, Nicki starts to release all over Abel's dick while screaming into the nape of his neck.

"Good girl." He praises her, slowing down his strokes to help her through her orgasm.

The slow strokes make her cum again which causes him to chuckle, she is so mad and embarrassed that all she can do is nuzzle against his shoulder like a big baby and moan.

Her body trembled once again when he finally filled her up with his warm cum, moaning and grunting in her ear as he releases.

They both remained there silent and panting for just a few minutes to gather themselves.

Nicki's pussy felt numb when he finally put her down on the floor and pulled out.

They wordlessly redressed and Nicki quickly exited out of the closet once the coast was clear.

Glancing over her shoulder, she notices Abel leaning against the wall, texting.

He glances up at her from under his lashes and just smirks.

"When I get to your crib tonight you better be naked and waiting for me, I'm not done with you." He says.

Nicki smiles slightly, displaying one of her dimples before rolling her eyes.

"I'll think about it." She yanks down her dress before walking away with a satisfied smile on her face.

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venusdian · 2 months ago

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I got a BxB, I think I'm in love with, should I publish it?

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ᵐᵉᵗᵃᵈᵃᵗᵃ: keith powers [male!oc] x saweetie [female!oc], 18+, third person ᵈᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ: 8/18/22 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 10,937 ᵖ¹ⁿᵏʸ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ: i had an idea of a spinoff/au for one of the books i was writing at the time. i wrote this in 2022, practicing writing in third person. originally posted on wattpad, lol.

❝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐫. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧.❞

❝𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞.❞

The energy tonight was potent, thick with the seductive, sensual energy that filled the club. Blue and silver confetti, and green dollar bills rained from the sky, covering the floor while lights flashed across the club, bathing everybody in hues of blue, while the crowd swayed unpredictably like a tsunami wave. It was fierce, tugging at you as you entered, beckoning to rope you into the cesspool of sexual tension and lust that was only fueled by constantly flowing drinks, given to patrons by scantily clad bottle girls who rushed from table to table with big bottles of various alcohols, while dancers dressed in next to nothing, and even nothing at all, spun about the poles on the main stage, luring men in just like a siren’s song.

This kind of activity wasn’t unusual for Club Crystal - but tonight was different. To those tucked away in the comfort of their homes, eyes shut peacefully away from Atlanta’s fast-paced nightlife, it was any regular Friday. It was the end of a long work week, and the start of a shorter weekend filled with relaxing and running errands. But depending on who you asked, tonight as a special occasion, one for the history books, a complete blowout.

Tonight was 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥.

Not to be confused with any fairytale, it was the fifth anniversary of the day Club Crystal officially opened its doors to the public. The Crystal Ball wasn’t just any regular Atlanta event - each year, it got bigger and better, and each year, the theatrics doubled, tripled in size. Beyond the double doors of Atlanta’s newest strip club, right on the old soil where Follies once stood, cars were doing burnouts in the parking lot, and if you paid a pretty penny, you could get what they called “A Crystal Flush” - where you and your car could come out squeaky clean - if you held onto your morals and dignity once you made it out on the other side. If you made it out on the other side.

And in the middle of it all, surrounded by the smoke, reverberated, bass boosted music and buzzing, energizing sensation that seemed to drip and ooze from the four walls of the club was 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧.

And the friends that had dragged him along tonight.

“Ooh, I love this shit!”

Sipping - or in his brother’s words - babysitting the Don Julio reposado that filled his glass, he slouched back against the couch, the black leather supporting his back, giving way for his shoulders to sink in. Terrell was like a kid in a candy store, flinging money over the balcony, the crisp, thin sheets of blue faced, hundred dollar bills slipping through his fingers, raining money down on the people below them. With the force and speed that he kept throwing, Tyree would’ve figured his arm would’ve popped out of socket by now.

Tyree sighed, checking his phone, looking for any signs of life from his fiancee. It was probably the tenth time he had checked his phone already, and he had nothing to show for the hour that had passed aside from the picture on his lock screen that stared back at him, and wasted time. His battery was dying - his phone and his social battery, but the party around him continued on, his friends blowing through stacks of money without a care in the world.

From where he was sitting, he could see the hosts for tonight’s event - Future and 21 Savage - throwing racks of their own, surrounded by an entourage of security guards, who enclosed them like a human cage - dressed in all black and ready to go if something unsavory was to happen. Bottle girls dressed in black glitter leotards slid in between the security guards, bringing over bottle after bottle for Atlanta’s own royalty.

“Oh my god, nigga she’s not gonna text you back, she’s doing her own shit.”

RC plopped down next to him, tucking a stack of ones into the front pocket of his olive green Chrome Hearts hoodie. He peeked over Tyree’s shoulder, kissing his teeth at the blank lock screen that illuminated their faces. He attempted to pull the phone from Tyree’s hands, but Tyree tilted his wrist just out of reach from RC’s hands.

“I’m just checking on her.”

“You in a club full of bad bitches, sitting mere feet from Future, and you worried about Michelle? Damn, Terrell was right.”

“The fuck you mean Terrell was right, Julius?”

Tyre scrunched his face up, which only made RC grin, practically from ear to ear. RC leaned in close so Tyree could hear him, the sounds of Future’s Freak Hoe thumping from the speakers, making it hard to hear the person next to you - let alone hear yourself think.

“That you one pussy whipped motherfucker. You changed, nigga.”

“I’m not listening to a nigga who’s still out here chasing hoes.”

“At least I’m having fun. You over here checking your phone like you waiting for some STD results or some shit.”

“You the last nigga I’m finna let talk to me like that. Didn’t you have the clap? Twice?”

“It was once! And fuck you, I told you that shit because I trusted you, you Ronnie DeVoe looking bitch.”

RC’s not-so subtle British accent rolled off his tongue, his words like daggers, piercing the surface of Tyree’s emotions. Any other time, Tyree would’ve been able to ignore it. But this time was different. He felt different.

Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebrations, yet Tyree was stuck. Trapped. He was supposed to be happy, yet all he could think about was how time was ticking down for him. He was venturing into unknown territory - the hours counting down, leading up to the inevitable moment where he was no longer a boyfriend, a fiance. He was going to be someone’s husband. Tonight was supposed to be his last hurrah before he had to buckle down and get his mind on straight. Yet, his mind was completely elsewhere. And RC’s playful teasing wasn’t making it any better. RC didn’t know, or maybe he did, but all it did was make Tyree think about what he was walking into.

Like he wasn’t thinking about it enough, already.

The hours were counting down, leading up until the moment where he was going to be walking down the aisle, but the more he thought about it, the more the nagging voice in the back of his head picked at him. The more the nerves set in, the more his stomach twisted in knots, and the knot in his chest only grew larger. He didn’t know exactly why he felt like that - I mean it was natural to feel nervous right? To feel like you’d fall to pieces?

But for some reason, Tyree couldn’t shake that it was a symptom of something bigger. Way bigger than just nerves. Bigger than just “cold feet”. Shit, he was feeling frigid. Like a sheet of ice floating in the Antarctic Ocean. Ice fucking cold.

And he didn’t want to think about that.

“Nigga, you still got that damn glass in your hand?”

Leaving his spot at the balcony, Terrell sat down next to Tyree, the expensive, yet popular scent of Dior’s Sauvage cologne following behind him. Dressed to impress in a white and navy blue designer polo shirt, his brother’s heavily tattooed arms were exposed, his brother’s flashy style only amplified by the gigantic, diamond, two-tone cuban link chain around his neck, and the diamond Rolex watch that reflected the lights that flashed above them. From the moment they walked in, Terrell had all eyes on him, gathering attention from everybody they walked past, his personality and demeanor attracting them like moths to a flame. As bottled girls flooded their section with what seemed like endless rounds of drinks, they made sure to be extra nice to Terrell, his charismatic personality and the money he flashed making them swoon.

“No, this is my-”

“Oh cut the cap nigga, you been sitting there like one of them bronze ass statues for the past hour.”

Reaching for a drink glass of his own, Terrell poured himself a drink from the slender, tall bottle of 1942, clinking it against Tyree’s glass.

“For a nigga who’s getting married, you sure acting like you going to a funeral instead.”

“This just isn’t my kind of scene, and you know that.”

“So? Michelle ain’t here - the fuck is she finna do? Besides, this is your last blowout, man. You already know Michelle’s gonna keep you locked down once you tie the knot.”

Tyree watched as Terrell brought the glass to his lips, tossing back the liquid in the glass without even a second thought. He didn’t even wince as he placed the cup back down on the round, glass table, amongst all the other bottles of liquor and empty cups and glasses that took up space on the small surface, surrounding an ice bucket that sat in the middle of the table.

But even though Terrell was putting on a larger than life, excited persona for everybody else, Tyree could see straight through it. It was in the way he was looking at him - worried, confused. Apprehensive.

But that wasn’t new, especially from Terrell. He had been against Tyree marrying Michelle from the moment he saw the forty-thousand dollar engagement ring on her finger.

“I can’t believe you’re getting fucking married.”

And in all honesty - Tyree couldn’t believe he was getting married, either. It wasn’t that he had anything against getting married, no, never. He wasn’t afraid of commitment, shit, he wanted to settle down. He already did all the late night hookups, spending thousands of dollars on women he knew it wouldn’t work out with. He had been the boyfriend, the ex boyfriend, the side nigga, friends with benefits - and he was tired of the drama and mess that had came with it. And in his line of work, you needed a partner to keep your secrets. Someone that you could trust.

But even with all of that, he never saw himself getting married so soon. It sounded good on paper. Perfect, actually. Something that would be the final puzzle pieces to his life.

But he was only getting older, and his hand was practically forced due to the revelation that Michelle thought she was pregnant. The two of them had been talking about having kids lately, but he didn’t think she was completely serious. And with the way things were going, a better time for things didn’t seem to be stretching over the horizon for him. This was as good as it was going to get.

But if you asked Terrell - it was a bunch of bullshit to him. He had always been critical of Michelle, even more so now that she was going to become part of the family. The two of them never really got along in the first place, so it wasn’t surprising to Tyree that Terrell was overly critical of their relationship. Michelle thought Terrell was an asshole, and she wasn’t afraid to tell him what she thought about him - which never failed to start all their arguments. And since Terrell wasn’t one to back down, he’d come in quick with telling her how she was a “stuck up, judgemental, spoon fed -” which by then Tyree would usually step in and break them up.

“Well believe it, cause it’s happening.”

Terrell rolled his eyes, nudging Tyree’s arm.

“Well if you’re gonna leave me by myself, the least you could do is drink. You know how expensive all this shit was?”

“Again, I ain’t ask you to do this.”

“Fuck you. It’s a celebration for you. The least your stone cold ass could do is try to enjoy yourself.”

“I’m sick and tired of hearing y’all niggas’ mouths. Fine, whatever.”

And with a little extra peer pressure from his brother, Tyree finished the drink in his glass, and gulped down the next shot Terrell had poured for him. He downed the next round of shots they all had prepared when Dominic rejoined the group, covered in glitter and lipgloss. And while Tyree decided against asking what mess he had gotten himself into, RC made a toast.

“To Tyree, that nigga is all grown up!”

And as the the dark liquor coursed through his veins, Tyree couldn’t help but find himself sucked into the enticing, sexual ambiance that radiated throughout the club, slowly tugging, perminating on his mental. His friends were right - this was his last night before he had to buckle down and fly straight. They were celebrating him, and who was he to refuse? His brother didn’t do all of this for it to go to waste, and it was all in the name of “celebration”.

That’s what he was supposed to be doing, right?

All of his worries and the barrage of thoughts about his upcoming wedding, and the pressure he was feeling seemed to fade away with a few drinks, beautiful bottle girls flooding their section with overpriced bottles of liquor, topped off with sparklers while strippers dressed in hues of pastel blues and white danced against them, money beginning to litter the floor beneath their feet. He could feel the booming, fast paced beats in his chest, the melodic tune of Lil Baby and Gunna’s Never Recover echoing throughout the club as the DJ and patrons below them recited the lyrics on time and without missing a beat.

“Throw that fucking money! We know y’all got it!”

Turning his attention from the conversation he was having with Dominic, the DJ’s loud voice in his ears announced the next set of dancers on the stage, only catching one of their names before the horns and explosion sounds gave way to the next song in the queue.

“Shit..these bitches ain’t no fucking joke!”

As Dominic threw fistfuls of money with no rhyme or reason, Tyree found his eyes glued to the girls that twirled around the pole, the duo dressed in matching, soft blue monokinis. The strappy, barely there outfits stretched over their curves, the rhinestones that adorned the straps twinkling as the light as they spun around, their bodies gliding around the pole. His eyes followed their movements, bouncing between the two of them as they put him in a trance. Mimi, a beautiful girl with long, blonde hair in layers that framed her face, garnered his attention initially, his eyes catching the vibrant colored floral tattoo on her thigh.

Money burned a hole in his pocket, the intensity of the flames only getting hotter as the other girl on stage caught his attention, his eyes and head following her movements as she climbed up the top of the pole. The other girl, with caramel skin and curly, black hair that flowed over her shoulder ascended the pole with ease, the platforms of her heels flickering with white light as she contorted her body around the sleek, silver metal pole. Her hair slightly obstructed her face as she spun around upside down, approaching the bottom of the stage quickly, but stopping short before she hit the floor, dangling upside down. Her precise, but graceful movements were hypnotizing, complemented by the money flying in her direction, and hands reaching out from her from around the stage.

“Go on, throw it. You know you want to. I know you see something you like.”

Like a devil on his shoulder, Terrell egged him on, squeezing his shoulders as the two of them watched the mystery girl captivate her audience below. Terrell tossed his own stacks of money towards her, and soon Tyree followed suit, the bills slipping from his fingers, raining down on the people below. First went one thousand, then another, and another, free falling throughout the sky, the four men’s bankrolls blanketing the club like a flurry of rain. It just kept coming, and the more Tyree drank, the more money left his pocket - and he didn’t give a fuck where it was going.

As far as he was concerned, he had already spent a shitload of money on a wedding - funding six college tuitions wasn’t going to put a dent in his pocket.

“Aye, Tyree!”

Getting Tyree’s attention was Terrell and RC, who dropped a heavy hand on his shoulder. The two of them were well past drunk - well at least RC was anyway, who swayed from side to side like a pendulum, slurring his words. Julius stumbled over his feet as he walked past them, bumping into Tyree on his way to the couch, where he dove face first into the cushions. One of the dancers, who he recognized as Mimi, sat down next to him, propping his face into her lap as she handed him a cup of water.

“That nigga is done for.”

“You think? Anyways, I got someone I want you to meet.”

He watched as Terrell waved over a beautiful dark skin girl, dressed in a similar outfit to all the other dancers Tyree had seen running around tonight. Terrell wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and the woman introduced herself as Fancy, whose voice was smooth, and sultry, with a pretty smile to match. Her burgundy red hair complimented her skin tone, and she looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the Audemars Piguet watch that adorned Tyree’s wrist. It was almost like she was analyzing him, and even though he stood taller than her, she kept consistent eye contact with him.

“You ready for your dance?”

“Uh, I didn’t order a dance.”

Tyree’s face twisted up in confusion, his eyebrows knitting together. Fancy kissed her teeth, rolling her eyes as she looked between the set of twins, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah you did, remember?”

“I-”

“Well someone paid five stacks for a dance - either of yall finna let that go to waste?”

Tyree already knew that this was Terrell’s doing, judging by the stupid, slick grin across his face, and the laugh that came from him. It was just like Terrell to set him up like this - he was always getting the two of them in trouble, and this was just another one of the tricks Terrell kept up his sleeves at all times.

“Five?”

“Pocket change, really.”

Terrell shrugged, unbothered that he just spent someone’s down payment on a car in record breaking time.

Before Tyree had time to object, Terrell was already pushing in the direction of the stairs, Fancy grabbing the front of his white Heron Preston shirt, the fabric pinched between her well manicured index finger and thumb. With Terrell following behind them, Fancy grabbed his hand, leading them through the stuffed crowd of people, packed in together like sardines, nearly taking up all the space and breathing room available. Tyree couldn’t even run if he wanted to - there was nowhere for him to go, and with the firm grip Fancy had on his hand, she definitely wasn’t going to let him get away. Not a chance.

They finally came out on the other side of the crowd at the private rooms, which was a long hallway with a set of doors fixed into the walls on either side. An LED sign hung overhead, reading “The Jewelry Store”, in bright blue, cursive letters, and underneath stood two security guards that blocked the entrance. Dressed in all black, they both stood tall, with their chests puffed out, and stoic, frigid expressions across their faces as their eyes scanned everybody that walked past them.

One was dressed in a black shirt and vest, with a gun holstered to his hip, while the other had a well detailed scorpion tattooed on his neck, white light that briefly swept over their side of the club allowing Tyree to see the intricate shading and linework of the ink. They looked Tyree, Fancy, and Terrell up and down, giving their sole attention to Fancy who leaned up on her tip-toes to speak to them.

While they talked, Tyree looked around, feeling a wave of uneasiness wash over him. Sure, he had been in strip clubs before, dragged along because of Terrell, but never had he done anything like this. This spelled out trouble, big trouble, and he knew that if Michelle knew what he was doing, he'd never hear the end of it.

But deep down, way deep down inside, part of him was curious. Where this curiosity came from, he didn’t know, but it kept him from walking away, keeping his feet firmly planted in place.

With one last, analyzing, throughout stare before unhooking the gate, the guards gave their approval to the group, one of them joining the walk as Fancy led the way down the hallway, which seemed to stretch on forever to Tyree. The music was much quieter, and subdued in this part of the club, and Tyree could hear their footsteps as Fancy brought them to their destination, her heels clacking against the concrete floor, the shimmery silver tassels on her heels shaking back and forth as she walked.

“Here you go.”

“What?”

Pushing him towards the door, Tyree went bursting through the door, nearly sent flying into the room by Terrell.

“Have fun. She won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Terrell-”

Tyree could feel the wind from the door closing against his face as he stood there in complete confusion, reaching for the door before it swung back into the door frame, leaving him alone in the room - or so he thought.

“First time?”

Caught off guard from the sudden voice as he stepped further into the room, he spun around, his eyes settling on the large mirror that was fixed to the wall. Standing in front of the mirror was the mystery woman he recognized from the stage, who fluffed out her hair, making eye contact with his reflection in the mirror. She smiled softly at Tyree, unfazed by the baffled expression that had washed over his face, trying to process what had just happened.

“Yes? Wait - no, no!”

Tyree shook his head, tossing his hands in front of him, unsure of why he was reassuring her, and what he was even reassuring her of in the first place. A soft laugh came from the woman, who gestured for Tyree to take a seat on the couch. Not wanting to be rude, he obliged, slinking into the soft, fabric couch beneath him, watching her step up onto the small stage in front of him.

Michelle was going to absolutely kill him.

The thought of Michelle finding out was sobering. How would she find out? He didn’t know, but the mere thought of that kind of confrontation sent his mind reeling. He might be able to get away with going to a strip club - you know, stretch the truth a bit about what he did for his bachelor party when she asked - but there was no way he was going to be able to spin getting a lap dance. She was going to be able to smell the club on him, he just knew it. It was practically undeniable.

“What’s your name?”

Pulling him from his obsessive thoughts was the mystery woman, who stood leaning against the pole in front of him, her arm wrapped around the metal. He tried his hardest not to look at her, wanting to avoid the reality of his situation. He looked all over the room, grasping for anything, something but the woman standing in the middle of the room to grasp his attention. The plush, gray couch spread out across the wall, simple, black paint covering all four walls. The light above bathed the room in a soft shade of blue, while along the floor was lined with white light strips.

And no matter where he looked, he could see her out of the corner of his eye, slowly twirling around the pole, her attention locked on him.

“Tyree.”

Wiping his sweaty hands on the denim fabric of his khaki, Jacquemus jeans, he accepted his fate, looking at her. She smiled at him again, Tyree subconsciously taking note of her warm, inviting smile, and her sweet, calming voice.

He didn’t know why he gave her his name, but then again, he didn’t know why he was in this room. He didn’t know why he was here, period. As the alcohol began to catch up to him, his brain was practically screaming at him to get up, to leave, to be anywhere but here, that this situation screamed trouble - yet his feet stayed firmly planted.

He could feel his nerves peaking, rushing to the top as the room filled with an uncomfortable, awkward tension. The subtle scent of weed and perfume hung heavy in the air, while silence overtook them, neither one of them opting to say anything further. Or rather, Tyree didn’t say anything further.

Yet, the mystery girl didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she acted like the tension didn’t even exist.

“So Tyree, how old are you?”

Was this what all the dancers did? Ask for your personal information? What’s next, she would ask what for the last four of his social security number?

“Twenty-seven. You?”

Yet, he still surrendered an answer to her question - Tyree unable to not notice how pretty she was, or rather, a voice in the back of his head acknowledged her it. He tried to ignore the new series of thoughts springing to life in his brain, breaking eye contact with her to reel his focus back in.

“Twenty-four, but my birthday is in two weeks. I’m a Cancer. What about you?”

“You believe in that zodiac stuff?”

“Yeah. When’s your birthday?”

She waited patiently for his answer as she twirled about the pole, the flashing white lights in her shoes beckoning for his attention. Even with his back pressed firmly against the couch, he could see the details of her outfit as she moved, giving him a full 360 view of how her outfit clung to her curves, stretching out over his hips, the thong seemingly swallowed between her ass cheeks. He wasn’t supposed to be noticing these details, and he swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry.

Just keep talking, Tyree. It’ll be over in no time.

“August twenty-second.”

As if they weren’t already close enough, stifled by the stuffy, thick, tensioned air between them, she stepped down from the stage, standing in front of him. His heart thumped with each movement she made, his pace quickening as she leaned over, placing his hands on his knees, bringing her face close to his. He felt the smallest of shocks by her unexpected movements, glancing down at her hands.

He didn’t know how, but her nails were the exact same shade of her outfit, adorned with gems and jewels, twinkling in the overhead light. Her long, manicured nails stretched over her fingers, gently grazing his knees.

“Of course you’re a Virgo. I bet you’re a real critical person, huh? Always think you know better than everybody else?”

She spoke softly, almost whispering, ending her sentence with the same, nerve inducing smile she kept giving him. He rolled his eyes, knowing that she was right - but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

“But isn’t that everyone?”

“I don’t know, is it?”

The two of them fell silent, but the tension before them had seemed to disappear, melting away in the matter of a few questions. In their silence, Tyree was finally able to get a good look at her, his eyes dropping to her lips, which were covered in a pink, glittery shade of lipgloss that made her plump lips stand out. Body glitter decorated her exposed, honey colored skin, and he noticed the beauty mark on her shoulder. Thoughts about how soft she looked slowly took over his mind, his eyes wandering down to her cleavage, before he realized what he was doing.

A lurking, ruminating thought in the back of his head kept questioning if she was as soft as she looked, tempting, beckoning him to make the move. He couldn’t shake it loose, the thought holding on for dear life, taunting him as she invaded his personal space - not that he was complaining. That’s all he had to do, right? She wouldn’t mind, right? They were already this close -

But what about Michelle?

Michelle - his beautiful fiancee. The one he was about to get married to. The girl of his dreams. His best friend.

He kept trying to jog his memory of her - visualize her face in his head, yet that all became a distant memory as the woman before him climbed into his lap. His common sense begged him to get up and go - take him as far as his legs could take go, but yet again, his feet stayed firmly planted, another side of Tyree taking over, one that was fully falling into the trance that seemed to be taking hold of him.

Taking his larger hands in her delicate ones, she placed them on her waist, the voice in the back of his head finally getting its answer.

She was soft. Real soft.

And she smells good. Real good.

But pushing to the forefront of his mind was his fiance, Tyree unable to control the word salad that spilled out of his mouth.

“I’m getting married in two days.”

He licked his lips nervously, his eyes searching her face for a response. He was sure she had her fair share of men that came through that were in his position. “Celebrating” their marriages by spending their last few moments gawking over other women, as if a ring and some vows were supposed to prevent a wandering eye. Tyree couldn’t help but wonder if that made her think about him differently. He wasn’t sure why he was so concerned about her opinion in the first place, but maybe it wasn’t really about her opinion, as much as it was about his. He couldn’t shake the lingering, overwhelming feeling that he was a bad person. He knew that he didn’t belong here, that this wasn’t his scene, that situations like this only invited drama, like his relationship wasn’t already rocky enough.

His engagement ring catches his eye, the black, titanium band wrapped around his left ring finger, inset with matching black diamonds. It felt like only yesterday when Michelle and him were picking out rings, yet here he was, with his hand resting against a stranger’s asscheek. One that he only exchanged names with moments ago.

But if she did have any ill feelings to what Tyree had admitted, he couldn’t tell, judging by her blank, unbothered expression. He half expected her to scold him, to get up and tell him to get his ass out of here, to ask him what the hell he was doing here. But she did none of that.

She just..continued their conversation, not missing a beat, breezing past his announcement like he had just told her that the sky was blue.

“Marriage is a big commitment,”

She told him as she guided his hands along her body, the pads of his fingers sliding along the curve of her waist as she moved her body to the beat of the music. She maintained eye contact with him, Tyree opting to focus on her almond shaped, dark brown eyes, instead of how smooth her skin felt against his hands. Fuck.

“You ready for that?”

“I don’t know, it seems like the right thing to do.”

That was a loaded question - yet it wasn’t one that he hadn’t asked himself a thousand times before. In fact, it was all he thought about recently. In between planning an elaborate wedding, picking out cakes and decorations and finalizing guests lists, the deep seated feeling of reluctance continued to set in. He thought that by now he’d be over it, able to push past it. But as the hours ticked on - the worse he felt. He wasn’t able to shake it off.

“But is that what you wanna do?”

But that’s because the feeling wasn’t going anywhere. No matter how bad he wanted it to. No matter how many times he forced himself to smile through fittings for his tuxedo, or the countless times he had looked through venues and talked to planners, and put down all these deposits. The feeling in his chest only continued to grow, threatening to consume him if he didn’t do anything about it.

And her innocent, well meaning question only answered his worst fears. Planted the seeds of feelings he had buried deep down, had convinced himself that he didn’t mean it. That it was just a phase.

Dropping his hands to his sides, he sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. He couldn’t hide from the truth anymore, and the fact that he was in this situation confirmed everything. He was drunk, unhappy, and lonely, feeling more connected to the pretty girl sitting in his lap than the girl he had known since they were teenagers. And he was beating himself up for feeling that way.

Michelle and him were the perfect love story. They were supposed to work out. They were supposed to be together forever, and live happily ever after.

But he couldn’t fake it any more. Even though he really wanted to.

But he couldn’t break things off. Not now. It was too late. For fuck’s sake, they were about to get married in less than seventy-two hours! It wouldn’t be the right thing to do.

But what about how he felt?

That was something he hadn’t given much thought to until she had asked.

“You know, you’re the first guy I’ve seen who feels bad about it.”

He leaned his head back up, meeting the sad expression on her face.

“About what?”

His words slurred together, the syllables falling against each other due to the alcohol that washed over him, along with his feelings. It was like a wave crashing against the shore, the feelings he had pushed away, compartmentalized in the depths of his brain were rushing in with full force, ready to wipe out everything in its wake. It oozed out of him, out of his thoughts, dripping from his words.

“About not being in love with a girl who loves them. Most guys don’t care.”

“Or does that mean I’m an even worse piece of shit?”

He tilted his head back, feeling tears sting the back of his eyes. Tyree wasn’t one for crying, and he wasn’t about to cry now. Not here. Not now. And damn sure not in front of a stranger - regardless of how sweet she seemed to be. He wasn’t going to be one of those cliche niggas who poured their heart out to a stripper, when they really needed a therapist. Not that he needed a therapist, either.

He felt a gentle hand reach at his face, her fingers caressing the side of his face, gingerly tilting his head back down to make him look at her.

“You’re not a bad guy, but sometimes you gotta live for yourself. Not for what someone else wants you to do.”

She spoke as if she had been in a position like that before - but the pessimist in Tyree made him wonder if she was being genuine, telling him that her wisdom had only come from the amount of guys who had probably told her the same thing before. She had no real reason to be nice to him - aside for money, yet something was telling him that she meant that for real, and was only trying to empathize with him. But then again, she was getting paid five grand for this “dance”.

She was getting paid to be nice.

But he didn’t want to think about that. What was he thinking? He didn’t mean any of that. Of course he loved Michelle. He wouldn’t stick around if he didn’t. If the feelings between them weren’t genuine. If their relationship didn’t mean anything to him. Michelle was the only woman he felt close to, that he could trust with anything. It was just cold feet. Everybody felt that way before they got married, right?

And to avoid answering that, he did what he knew best.

Deflect.

“Why are you here? You don’t seem like the kind of girl who would be in a place with this.”

She grinned, like she knew he was only asking about her so that it would take the heat off of himself. She didn’t call him out on it, and he was grateful. He was desperate to talk about anything else.

“And what kind of girl do you think I am?”

He wasn’t expecting her to flip it back on him, though.

“I don’t know, I’m just talking-”

He stammed over her his words, falling flat on his attempt to get out the hot seat.

“I don’t know, you’re just being nicer than you have to be to me.”

“You must think I’m paying for school or something. That’s what all you guys think, right?”

Tyree shook his head, squirming underneath her, which clearly amused her. She took her teasing a step further, continuing to playfully pick at him.

“You got a fantasy about saving a girl from the club? That turns you on?”

“N-No, I was just-”

She burst into laughter, interrupting his messy explanation, tossing her head back. She swept her hair over her shoulder, almost doubling over with laughter, the sound of her laugh just barely echoing in the room. She was laughing so hard she almost fell out of his lap, Tyree’s hands instinctively pulling her against him before she fell to the floor. The quick motion caused her to grind against the seat of his pants, a jolt of electricity running from his fingertips throughout his body.

Her laughter stopped almost instantly, a heavy blanket of tension falling over the both of them. It lingered in the air, almost stifling the breaths Tyree took. Did she feel it too?

There was no denying it - he was definitely attracted to her.

If Tyree wasn’t already in the middle of it - he was definitely approaching the danger zone. And the alarm bells that were firing off in his head were telling him that. Unfortunately, the sound of them was only subdued by the alcohol in his system, the same alcohol that was filling his mind with inappropriate thoughts. Thoughts about the pretty girl in his lap, when he should’ve been thinking about his future wife.

But the thought of Michelle is so far away with this girl in his face.

“I’m just a regular stripper,”

She leaned in close, her breath tickling his neck. She spoke in a soft whisper, pressing her body against his, the scent of her vanilla and brown sugar perfume filling his nose, her hand caressing the back of his neck, her fingers dragging along the chain around his neck.

“But I do think you’re kinda cute.”

Her soft voice against his skin made him twitch in his pants, something deep, deep down within him stirring awake. She guided his hands over her hips and ass, his hands lingering in that position as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in close to him.

The inappropriate thoughts only continued in his mind, this time stepping to the very front, ruminating over the endless possibilities that seemed to race through his mind. She smelled so good, and her skin felt so good, he couldn’t help but hopelessly wonder what if she felt even better. His mind poked and prodded him with suggestive thoughts, fantasies forming in the back of his mind - wondering what she looked like without the outfit. What she sounded like. Even better - what she sounded like saying his name.

It was just the two of them in this room - they could do anything. They had enough time to do whatever they wanted, and nobody would ever know. Not Terrell, not the security guard, and damn sure not Michelle. It could be their little secret. That wasn’t so bad, right?

Their faces inched closer to one another, Tyree’s breath catching in his chest, while the sexual tension between them bubbled over, approaching a crescendo. Could she feel it too? Or was he just crazy?

But he’d never get the answer to that question.

Loud, forceful knocking on the door cut straight through their moment, and she pulled away, Tyree exhaling sharply.

“Time’s up.”

Tyree felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders when she stood up. His breathing returned to normal, the pressure that was building in his chest seeming to disappear as he snapped out of her trance. When he stood up, he swayed slightly from side to side, trying to gain his bearings. The room was spinning, his head was spinning, and so was his stomach. Why’d he drink so much?

As if she noticed, she took his hand, guiding him out of the room and back down the lengthy hallway. With each wobbly, drunken step he took, he tried to match her decisive, smaller steps. The music was pounding, reverberating through his body, almost like a breath of fresh air from whatever situation he had gotten - or almost got himself into in that room.

He wandered over to the bar, not noticing that the mystery woman had left his side until his brother appeared in his face, sliding a cup of water in his direction.

Any other time he might’ve been relieved to see Terrell, but after the shit he pulled, he didn’t even want to look at him. It was like looking into a mirror - a mirror that reflected his fuck ups and bad decisions right back at him, and reflected his own stupidity. Fortunately, it wasn’t like Tyree could see his face clearly, anyways - his head was swirling. Swirling with alcohol induced confusion, beating him up about his even more confused perceptions about Michelle, and his attraction to a scantily clad stranger - who represented temptation thinly veiled behind invasive questions and well intentioned advice.

He couldn’t believe he actually considered cheating on Michelle. His future wife. The woman he had been with and pined over on and off since he was eighteen. His family. The future mother of his kids.

Even if it was just a kiss - how far could it have really gone? He wanted to lie to himself, tell himself that he was stronger than that, better than that. He wasn’t a cheater. He didn’t want to throw away his relationship for just a moment of weakness. A moment of pleasure. If he was so strong, why couldn’t he stop replaying that blimp in time? Why couldn’t he ignore that feeling of her breath on his neck, the way her fingers lightly danced across the back of his neck? The way her voice sounded like a melody in his ears?

What was he doing? What was wrong with him? He was going to marry Michelle and that was it. He was going to fix things. Fly straight and erase this night, and her, from his mind. He loved Michelle. He wanted to be with her - he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her - even though that seemed like a long, fucking time. Then what was the issue? Why was he so hung up on some girl he didn’t even know? He didn’t even know her name!

Because - he didn’t really want to get married.

Hell, he didn’t want to have kids now. Not where he was at in his life. Not with what he did with his life. He didn’t want to bring a child into this world with the dirt he did. It would be putting too much at risk.

More importantly, he wasn’t happy.

“You alright man?”

Terrell shook his shoulders, his face flushing with worry, while the array of lights overhead bathed his face in hues of blue and purple. Tyree weaseled out of his grasp, putting some distance between them, nodding his head.

“I’m good, I just need some fresh air.”

He doubted Terrell could hear him over the music, but he assumed Terrell got the hint when he didn’t follow him outside.

Greeting him as he pushed through the set of black, double doors at the entrance was the muggy, humid air of Atlanta’s nightlife. Planes flew overhead in the sky, the stars obstructed from the bright, white and yellow toned lights that decorated nearly every building and street corner around the club. The line outside was still long - people still packing in, hoping to get a taste of the party inside, itching to cross the threshold into endless fantasy. The parking lot was full, folks posted up near their cars, some of them taking pictures while others played dice games or shared liquor from bottles they knew they couldn’t bring inside.

Overhead was the sign for Club Crystal, the striking bright blue sticking out like an eyesore among the other buildings surrounding them.

Tyree exhaled, leaning against the wall, pulling out his phone.

It was three fifteen exactly, and the club was scheduled to close in about forty minutes. He was surprised his phone was even still on - the battery on five percent, hanging on by a thread, much like how he was feeling himself at this moment.

Even fresh air couldn’t shake the feeling Tyree harbored in his chest, his heart beating rhythmically to his breaths as he contemplated his next move.

There was only one move to do, honestly.

And he was dreading taking the first step.

In the back of his mind, way deep down - which was inching closer to the front little by little, taking giant leaps - he knew that the dancer was right. You can’t live your life for others. You can’t go along with someone else’s plans just because they love you. It would be selfish of him to continue a life with Michelle that he wasn’t happy with, just because it made her happy. Her happiness meant a lot to him, so why didn’t it make him happy?

But he didn’t want to hurt Michelle.

And even though she would hate him, he knew she’d hate him even more if he followed through and couldn’t keep up the facade. It would absolutely crush her, and the thought of having to “fake it to make it” was going to crush him too. It was too late to get his deposits back and refunds for everything he had paid for already, but he had the money to not have to worry about that. And even though he’d never get that back, it was never too late to get peace of mind for his decisions and needs.

Staring down at the text message thread between him and Michelle, his fingers hovered over the keyboard. The last time they had talked was hours ago, right before they went their separate ways for their parties. Cutesy, sugary-sweet exchanges of “I love yous” flooded in between their regular conversations, with Michelle’s last message telling him to have fun, but not too much fun.

Tyree wasn’t one to be dumbfounded, or just draw blank - but for the first time in a while, he didn’t know what to say. For once, the overworking, clanking and crashing together gears that symbolized his brain were paralyzed, like someone threw a wrench dead center in the middle of it all.

“You think that wing place will be open?”

“It’s Friday, it might be.”

“I’d rather have Waffle House - they got them big ass chicken wings at that spot! It be making me feel like I’m really eating an animal.”

“That’s cause it's..really a chicken, Mimi.”

“I know, but baby chicks are so cute..I feel so bad for eating their parents.”

Tyree looked up briefly from his phone as the three women exited through the doors next to him, engrossed in their conversation about what they were looking to eat. Dressed in sweatsuits and carrying stuffed, duffle bags on their shoulders, a security guard came out trailing behind them, escorting them through the parking lot. Tyree recognized two of them as Fancy and Mimi, watching them as the security guard pushed past drunk party-goers who stood outside, hoping to make a move on them, hollering a variety of obscenities.

Although their faces were relatively familiar, the third woman was who he recognized the most.

And here she was, approaching him from across the parking lot.

Separating from her group, she dragged her feet beneath her, adjusting the pink bag on her shoulder. She walked slowly, walking through the line of cars that were trying to get out of the parking lot, and he noticed she kept constantly looking back and forth with almost each step. Almost like she was looking for someone, something.

Tyree could feel his heart quicken in his chest, and by the time they were face to face, he felt like it was about to jump out of his chest and fall flat onto the ground between them. His hands were clammy, sweating, and he tightened his grip on his phone, finding himself anticipating her words, feeling himself slowly falling into that trance. The temptation.

“You okay?”

Was all she said, keeping the distance between the two of them. Her demeanor had shifted, and he noticed she looked withdrawn, shrunken into herself, completely different from the woman who seemed to be in control of the situation between them not too long ago. Dressed casually, the black, cropped tank top and brown flared sweatpants were a stark contrast from her previous outfit, having exchanged her tall, platform heels for plain, black Crocs. Her hair framed the soft, beautiful features of her face, her arms and chest sparkling with shimmery, body glitter.

“I don’t know,”

He sighed, trying to shake loose the knot forming in his chest.

He just had to take the first step.

Nothing major, right?

But the first step was always the hardest step.

“But shit, I will be.”

Sending off a quick message to Michelle, telling her that they needed to talk, he locked his phone and pushed it back into the front pocket of his jeans. He gave his full attention to the woman before him, who tilted his head at him, her eyes analyzing him, seeing the slightest hint of a pitying, sympathetic look tugging at her features. They were quiet, taking each other in, an uneasy, weighted tension inching in between their lack of conversation.

It was clear she didn’t know what to say, and neither did he, but it seemed like she understood what he meant without him having to explain it further.

She looked over her shoulder, at the black, Dodge Durango where her friends were waiting, hanging out of the window. They had been watching their exchange for the past few minutes, and the driver flashed their lights, signaling for her to hurry things up. She looked back at him, something lingering in her eyes, like she had something to say, but was unable to piece it together.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

She sighed, adjusting the bag on her shoulder again, looking him over, like she was savoring the moment between them.

“Well good night, Tyree.”

“Yeah, good night-”

“Yaya.”

He nodded, finally able to put a face to the name. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he didn’t expect it to be so simple. So easy, slipping from her lips smoothly. He found himself repeating it in his mind, bouncing back and forth between the two syllables like a metronome.

“Good night, Yaya.”

Smiling at him, she spun on her heel, and with a slight bounce in her step and a subtle switch of her hips, she headed back to her friends.

But something in Tyree wasn’t just going to let her walk away so easily.

And Yaya only made it halfway across the parking lot before Tyree’s own footsteps trailed behind her, the last bit of liquid courage flushing through his bloodstream.

“Yaya!”

“Hm?”

She stopped in place, watching as he closed the distance between them. He towered over her smaller frame, and she looked up at him, a ready listener for whatever he decided to say next.

“Can I get your number?”

“Ain’t you finna get married?”

Yaya knitted her eyebrows together, her face scrunching up in disbelief. She crossed her arms over her chest, cocking her head sideways, the stern, stiff look she gave Tyree leaving him to pick up the pieces of the waning courage he once had. He could feel himself sobering up by the second - kicking himself for his forwardness.

“I uh..”

Rolling her eyes at him, she turned back around, starting to walk away from him. Yet, Tyree followed, calling her name again.

“It’s Amaiyah.”

“Huh?”

She shook her head, her arms still crossed over her chest. They stood a few feet away from each other, and Tyree could see the security guard that stood at the hood of the car, eyeing him. It was the same security guard from earlier, with the scorpion tattoo. Time was ticking, and if Tyree was going to make a move, he needed to do so sooner rather than later. And judging from the expression written across her face, Tyree’s time was about to run out at any moment.

“My name. I’m not a stripper twenty-four seven. Call me Amaiyah.”

Uh-mai-yuh. His brain savored it, just like it did with her dancer name. Pretty name for a pretty girl. It suited her.

“It suits you.”

Come on, Tyree. You got to have something way better than that.

“Why should I give you my number?”

Amaiyah stepped towards him, Tyree trying to figure out what to say before he was staring down at her face again.

And he couldn’t come up with shit.

She snickered, knowing she had caught him off guard, staring up into his eyes again. She stared long and hard too, like she was trying to get a clear read on him, debating if he was well worth the risk. And for the first time in a long time, Tyree felt like a high schooler, the look in her eyes reminding him of how a parent would over analyze someone coming over to take their daughter on a date.

But then her eyes softened, and a wave of relief flushed over him. He passed her checklist. Good.

She held her hand out, and he didn’t hesitate to slip his unlocked phone into her hand. He watched patiently as typed her number in, adding herself to his short list of contacts. The bright light from his phone reflected in her face, and she locked it back before she handed it to him, pushing it into his hand.

“Figure your shit out and then come see me again.”

“How am I supposed to know the next time you work?”

The cynic in him told him that it was just a ploy to get him back in the club, back in that cesspool of sexual tension and lust, clouded with free flowing alcoholic drinks. She thought he was a sucker - that she’d get him to spend every last dollar he had on her-

“I work every Wednesday through Saturday,”

She broke his rapid train of thought, bursting the bubble of negative thoughts that tried to balloon up.

“Don’t text me if you change your mind. I’m not a homewrecker.”

He nodded, listening intently as her subtle accent popped at the end of her words. She sounded like she was from out of town, her accent covered by a thin blanket of that familiar, southern, Atlanta twang. Her face was serious, and her words told him she meant business.

And Tyree was all about his business.

With an unspoken understanding between them, and a feminine wave, she turned on her heel, heading back towards her ride. Fancy and Mimi eyed him as Amaiyah climbed into the SUV, and he could hear them teasing her, their voices being drowned out by the low rumble of the engine, the car’s headlights shining against his legs.

With her number in his phone, and a confident pep in his step, he headed back in the direction of the club. People spilled out from the doors as people filtered in, stumbling over their own feet as they walked. One woman nearly fell to her knees, but caught herself just as a fountain of throw up spilled out from her. Gross.

As people avoided the woman - who had to throw up again - Tyree scanned the crowd for his friends, meeting them halfway as he saw them split off from the people wandering out to their cars. Leading the group was Terrell, with RC and Dominic following close behind, Dominic practically being dragged out by RC, who was holding him up.

“I was wondering where you went.”

Terrell wrapped his arms around Tyree’s shoulders, the two of them watching RC struggle to help Dominic stand on his own two feet. RC had since sobered up - but Tyree could tell he was still pretty drunk, judging by the way he staggered back and forth. If a relatively strong gust of wind came through, Dominic would’ve ended up right on the ground.

It wasn’t a surprise to Tyree that Dominic was wasted - that was typically his thing whenever they all went out. Dominic was the only grown ass man he knew that would purposely go past his limit and end up blackout drunk. This was no exception, in fact, the fact that tonight was so special only gave Dominic even more of a reason to get that drunk.

“Who’s that?”

RC pointed past Tyree, which made Terrell turn his head to look behind his brother. He knew RC was referring to Amaiyah and her friends in the car behind them, and he could still hear the rumble of the car, and see the headlights that shined straight in their direction. Tyree shook his head, waving his question off, keeping the events of tonight close to his chest. It was already tossed in the metaphorical lockbox in his head, wiped clean from the rest of his brain. He played into the facade, however, glancing over his shoulder briefly.

“I don’t know. Nice car though.”

“Can we get food? I’m fucking starving.”

Domonic spoke through his slurred speech, the words coming out all at once, sounding like his mouth was filled with water. He groaned as RC shifted his weight, Julius rolling his eyes as he dragged Domonic in the direction of the car. They joined the crowd of people, walking to Terrell’s forest green Lamborghini Urus at the far end of the parking lot.

Behind them, the Durango eased around them, cutting into the flow of cars that were formed in a line to leave. It rolled to a stop in front of the twins, the Toyota and several other cars behind them beginning to honk as the line halted. Tyree and Terrell exchanged glances, the limousine style window tints reflecting their image right back at them. The driver side window rolled down slowly, revealing the driver to be a brown skin man with face tattoos, an ankh tattooed under his right eye. He looked them up and down before leaning back, Tyree realizing that Fancy was in the passenger seat. She leaned forward across her seat, her eyes locked on Terrell, a smirk stretched across her face.

“Bye Terrell.”

A goofy smile danced across Terrell’s face, a smile Tyree had seen one too many times. He didn’t even have to ask to understand the picture being painted in front of him, and he shook his head at his brother’s antics.

“Bye Fancy..”

With their goodbyes exchanged, the driver rolled the window back up, giving the two of them an acknowledging nod. He sped forward, disregarding the people honking behind him, swerving around a group of people walking across the parking lot. The Durango cut to the front of the line, Tyree watching as it pulled out onto the street, heading in the opposite direction of the club, the crackle of the car’s engine fading out into the distance.

“So,”

Terrell turned to him, a sly grin replacing the smile on his face. He could already tell what he was thinking, and Tyree refused to give into the excited, expectant look in his brother’s eyes. Tyree wasn’t saying a word. What happened tonight was between him, Amaiayah, and what happened in the private room inside Club Crystal. And that’s exactly how he wanted to keep it - private.

Too bad Terrell was already one step ahead of him.

“You get her number? Don’t lie to me, nigga.”

Tyree couldn’t fight the smile he had, and Terrell grinned, shaking him back and forth, laughing. And knowing he was caught, Tyree unlocked his phone to show him proof. The screen opened right back up to Amaiyah’s contact information, where she left her name with a pink heart next to it.

“Yeah, I did-”

With newfound confidence and all the cockiness in the world, he handed the phone to Terrell, only for his face to fall flat when Terrell burst out in laughter, practically doubling over onto the ground.

“What? The fuck are you-”

Snatching the phone back, Tyree looked over the screen, trying to figure out what was so damn funny all of a sudden. Terrell was still laughing, wrapping his arms around his stomach as deep laughs escaped from his chest, ones that left him gasping for air and unable to form a clear sentence.

Then he saw it - right there - staring back at him, were the nine digits of Amaiyah’s phone number. Not the normal, required ten.

“Looks like she got you-”

“You got makeup on your shirt.”

Stopping Terrell’s laughter in his tracks, Tyree pointed at the big makeup stain on the front of his shirt. Terrell’s face dropped, pulling at the hem of his shirt, getting a clear look at the well defined makeup stain. He kissed his teeth, sighing harshly, and threw his hands up into the air, Tyree half expecting him to start throwing a tantrum.

“Fuck, this shirt was Prada!”

“And now it’s nada.”

“Nigga, fuck you!”

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Stud Like Her by Fiona Zedde Chance was in love once, but it wasn’t with the girlfriend she stayed with for far too long. The same girlfriend who dropped Chance when she became too inconvenient. To bury her disappointment, Chance tries to return to the woman she loved when she was afraid to be herself: A stud attracted to other studs. View the full summary and rep info on wordpress!

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makavelitheedon · 1 year ago

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒙 [ 🎧 ] : now playing… 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐳 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 !

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margaretcruzemark · 3 months ago

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You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start.

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codenamestasis · 4 months ago

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“Our Turn,” aka issue #15 is LIVE! Two sides of the same coin, they’re friends, they’re enemies.. but they have the same goal; guide the Voidwatcher and the Lightkeeper to their fate.. if they get lucky.

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blogmollylane · 2 months ago

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Finished reading: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead by Tom Stoppard

Currently reading: The Tobacconist by Robert Seethaler, translated by Charlotte Collins

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haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted · 3 months ago

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Now Reading: Smoke Bitten by Patricia Briggs (Mercy Thompson #12)

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pinkurbanfictionhaven · 4 months ago

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3- Fuck Me For Forgiveness

A⃟b⃟e⃟l⃟

Paris, France

Abel's eyes trailed the ass of a passing bottle girl that sashayed past him as he stood with a bottle of liquor in his hands and a lit blunt in his mouth, in the V.I.P section of the club with some of his crew.

Shorty was thick, but her ass was nothing compared to Nicki's that was bouncing back expertly on him as he fucked her relentlessly from the back less than 24 hours ago.

He put her to sleep and left without waking her since he had a flight to catch for his performances in Paris.

Their number one rule was to never stay the night at each other's domain, no matter how late it is or how drunk they are.

They can barely stomach each other when they're in the same room unless they're fucking, so staying the night with each other would just lead to them having a petty argument the next morning.

Their polar opposite personalities always seemed to clash.

Nicki is so animated, brazen, bossy, and defiant and Abel is chill and sensitive, yet dominant, so he liked his women to be submissive which Nicki could never be without a fight.

So after Abel showered, he left there without a trace and headed straight to the airport at around three in the morning.

He had to leave out of a secret entrance to dodge the paparazzi that were hawking outside of Nicki's house to take pictures.

If they would've gotten him on camera sneaking out at the time in the morning, the rumor mill would've been going crazy.

Cash who is partying next to Abel, turns his camera towards him while he's taking a pull from his blunt.

Abel stares into the camera while blowing out a thick cloud of his smoke before dancing a bit and turning up for the video.

He nodded his head and moved his arms to the beat of the trap song that was playing.

The night continued going up for hours, it wasn't until around four o'clock in the morning that Abel felt all of the after-effects of the illegal drugs that he consumed earlier in the night.

He snorted a coke line with, Nav and popped some of the medication that his doctor prescribed for him, he fucked himself up more by mixing it up with some alcohol and doing the same reckless shit that he did when he was underground.

When the night began to wind down to the end, Abel was passed out high on the club's couch, desperately trying to keep his eyes open.

The blinding colorful neon red lights flashing around the club caused Abel to squint a little before shutting his eyes completely.

"Yo fam, you good?" Abel peeks his eyes open to see Belly standing over him with his arm thrown around a thick girl with long black hair.

Abel stares confusedly at the woman before him, his impaired vision examines her dimples and tiny waist before slowly trailing downward towards her thighs, hips, and butt.

"Nicki, what the fuck?" He suddenly spews, reaching out to grab the woman's wrist.

"Excuse me?" The woman responded confusedly and yanked her wrist away from him.

"What is this bullshit you're trying to pull on me and why you got on all of this hoe shit around my niggas huh?" Abel struggles to jump up out of his chair, but Belly grabs a hold of him and pushes him back down so that he doesn't fall.

Abel is furious. He knows Nicki and him aren't in a committed relationship, but he already claimed her and her pussy as his.

He hated even the thought of another nigga getting a sample of what he has been getting for the past year.

"Watch yourself, Abel. You are fucked up right now." Belly says, gripping his friend so that he doesn't fall and hurt himself.

Abel persistently stood to his feet, teetering a bit. He began to see double visions of the woman, but in his incoherent state of mind, she was the exact image of Nicki.

"Come here right now, let me talk to you real quick." Abel motions the woman to him and she shakes her head and backs up.

"I don't know you!" She says, hiding behind Belly out of fear.

"Oh, word so you on some brand new shit now? Now you don't know me? You knew me last night when I was pounding that pussy though, right?" Abel states in a slurred, angered voice.

"Abel, yo what are you doing, fam?" Belly grabs Abel's shoulder, but he shirks away and continues to frown at the woman.

He then turns his frustrations onto, Belly. "What the fuck are you doing with my girl, nigga? You trying to fuck her?" Abel bantered, making the Nicki lookalike and Belly stare at him in confusion.

"Your girl? Since when did you and Blac Chyna hook up?" He asks.

Abel's face transitioned from angered to confused in a matter of seconds.

Nicki's addictive ass had him tripping out hard, now he was seeing her in other women.

"W-who?" He squinted his eyes in confusion, feeling his head thumping as he blinked his eyes repeatedly.

"Blac Chyna, bro! I hired her to star in my upcoming music video that we're recording tomorrow, so I flew her out to Paris."

Abel stood there high as hell and dumbfounded. The look on his face displayed his embarrassment and he knew when he eventually sobered up in a few hours, he would have to explain this shit to Belly somehow.

The ecstasy pill that he popped must have been some sort of super drug because there is absolutely no way in hell that Blac Chyna was passing for Nicki if Abel was sober.

"My fault, bro." Abel could only muster before taking a seat on the leather couch and burying his head into his hands.

"It's cool, bro. We've all been there." Belly brushes it off and heads towards the private bar with Chyna on his arm.

Abel knew his friend better than that to believe that Belly would just drop the subject.

He already figured that the conversation would come up when everyone was sober-minded. He didn't even know how to explain himself and his actions without fully exposing the fact that he's been providing, Nicki with life-changing dick since before he snipped off all of his dreads.

The rest of the evening went by in a total drug-fueled blur.

It wasn't until late the next afternoon when Abel was awoken from his slumber by the sounds of a flushing toilet and shower water running, that he finally came back down from his extreme high and was coherent.

He assumed Nicki was in the bathroom, considering the last memory that he had was fucking her to sleep and wrapping his arms around her.

He pulled back the cotton sheets and sat up with his head buried in his hand on the edge of the California King-sized bed.

The sun shined brightly through the sliding doors of the balcony. Abel's penthouse suite overlooked Paris, with a breathtaking view of the Paris vista as well as the Eiffel Tower.

He took a few minutes to gather himself and waited for the bedroom to stop spinning, before stumbling to his feet and shuffling into the bathroom to relieve himself.

With his eyes barely opened, he stood over the toilet bowl completely nude and sighed in relief.

He paid no attention to the fully nude figure that was standing a short distance away from him underneath the stream of water in the full glass-encased shower.

When he finished, he washed his hands and began to brush his teeth and wash his face.

He ventured back into the bedroom and dug through his luggage until he found some blowfish tablets that he took with water to cure his hangover.

He heard the shower turn off and a gust of hot steam escaped the bathroom when the door opened.

He looked up from his iPhone and dropped it when he saw the brunette woman standing before him in nothing but her towel.

"Who the fuck are you?" He inquired, standing to his feet and squinting at the strange woman.

The woman giggled. "Very funny. I'm Renee silly. Do you not remember me? You brought me back to your hotel from the club last night." The woman spoke in a thick accent.

"I fucked you?" Abel inquired. He already knew that it was a stupid and obvious inquiry, considering they both woke up butt naked, but he held onto the small ounce of hope that he didn't fuck her.

The woman snorted. "No, we played naked charades until we both passed out." She said sarcastically and Abel rolled his eyes, not feeling her fucking sarcasm at all.

Abel plopped on the bed, holding his throbbing head in his hands.

"Fuck, I fucked up." He muttered under his breath, rubbing his hands up and down over his face slowly.

He knew he fucked up, if this shit got back to, Onika there would be hell to pay.

"Are you up for another round? You were a beast last night." The groupie asks him, letting her towel drop to the floor.

Abel couldn't even remember her name although she just told him what it was, that's how insignificant her and the random fuck were to him.

"Nah, put your clothes on." He says dismissively and stood to get dressed.

"What?" The groupie questioned, annoyance laced in her tone.

"You deaf?" Abel squinted his eyes before turning to glare at her, his expression proved that he was dead serious.

"I said you gotta roll out of here, so get your shit and go." He stated bluntly, not giving a fuck if his words hurt her feelings or not.

"Your driver drove me here with you, how in the hell am I supposed to get back home?" She inquired, her eyes following him in disbelief as he stormed around the bedroom to collect his scattered clothes from the previous day.

"You ever heard of a Uber or Lyft?" He asked smartly as he slipped into his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head.

"My purse and cell phone were left with my friends. I don't have any money on me." She explained, which further frustrated Abel.

"I'll book you one." He tells her, unlocking his phone to go to the app, when the screen suddenly begins to power off.

He huffs. "Where the fuck is my charger, my fucking phone just died?" Abel began to search around for it to no avail.

He knew it was somewhere in the suite, but he didn't want to be around the random groupie for a moment longer.

He snatches his keys off of the nightstand. "Look, I'll drop you off in my car, let's go."

He quickly began to leave the suite, while the woman scrambled to put her clothes on.

They silently stepped into the elevator and exited the Sunset Tower hotel.

They both appeared sluggish and hungover and the dark bruise-colored passion marks that were visibly splotched on both of their necks painted a picture of their wild night together to every stranger that they passed.

He tossed his hood on in a poor attempt to conceal himself from any fans or onlookers, but a strong gust of wind caused it to blow off the second they reached outside.

Abel quickly started speed walking to his waiting car, hurrying the woman along to keep up with him.

He cursed under his breath when he then spotted a small group of paparazzi out of the corner of his eye, they had already started to take pictures of him, and they began approaching.

"Let's go, walk faster, keep up with me." He hurried the groupie, and they finally climbed into his car that the valet pulled up front.

The paparazzi circled the car and began taking even more photos which irritated the fuck out of Abel, but the groupie seemed to be loving the attention.

Abel honked his horn in frustration. "Yo, get the fuck away from my car!" he vexed.

A few stumbled back, giving Abel room to pull away, but continued to flash their cameras. Abel sped away as quickly as he could and decided that he was going to drop this random bitch off at her nearest location and ditch her.

Abel's mind whirled the entire ride with thoughts of Nicki's reaction to the photographs if she saw them, he knew that he had to find a way to make sure that the photos never reached the internet. He decided to contact Cash for help.

He quickly called him through the luxury car's built-in phone system and he could already tell by his low tone that he woke him up when he answered but this was considered an emergency so he didn't give a fuck if he disturbed him.

Cash yawned tiredly into the phone before clearing his throat. "What, bro?" He muttered.

"Bro, there are some photographs that the paparazzi just took of me and some random. I need you to get a hold of them and make them disappear ASAP." I told him while trying to focus on the road.

The random girl's head snapped in Abel's direction in dismay. "Um, excuse me? Random?" she snapped.

"You should clean your fucking ears out." Abel retorts, becoming more and more annoyed with her by the second.

"Bro, what's the big deal here? It's not like paparazzi hasn't snapped pictures of you with other women in the past."

"That was before Cash. I can't be seen out here like that anymore, I'm talking to somebody." Abel admits and this causes the groupie to scoff.

"She wasn't on your mind when you were inside of me." She comments, crossing her legs and arms.

"Look, I'm gonna need you to shut the fuck up about what happened too. I will pay you to sign a NDA if I have to, I don't want you posting anything involving me to your social media or going public with any of this shit. If you do then you're going to have serious problems coming your way." Abel says, hoping that he doesn't have to get lawyers and shit involved with all of this.

"I'll agree to sign your little nondisclosure agreement just cut me a check and I will go away..." The groupie says bluntly.

"Yeah, I knew money was your motive." Abel shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He didn't have a clue how he could be so stupid and careless.

"Cash, we are heading your way right now, please get the lawyer on the phone to fax over an NDA and try to get a hold of those pictures before they go public. If you have to pay the paparazzi then do it, whatever it takes."

"I'm on it." Cash says before hanging up the call and phoning the lawyer.

Abel spent the rest of the day clearing everything up and after handling the groupie, making her take the morning-after pill, and contacting some of the local Parisian blogs for the pictures, he was soon laid back comfortably on his jet on his way back to New York with only one person on his mind.

He desperately needed his weekly dose of Nicki, she was his drug and he craved her.

He knew that it was wrong on many levels to fly into town to fuck with Nicki after slipping up and fucking that random hoe, but he couldn't resist when it came down to her. He needed her.

He licked his lips as he lay with his legs crossed on the reclined seat, he scrolled through his phone and lusted over a new photo that Nicki posted on her IG page just a few hours ago.

"Damn, she looks so fucking sexy, and look at that fat ass. I'm leaving hickeys all over that shit tonight." He mutters under his breath as he continues to lust after her.

When I land I'm tearing that shit up on sight. Abel's lust-filled thoughts of Nicki continued to torture him and soon he found himself hard and in need of some sort of release.

It seemed as if he could never go a full week without being inside of her, her pussy is his weakness.

He couldn't wait for the jet to land, he knew he'd end up texting her before he even got into his driver's car or even left the airport, that's how eager he was to be deep inside of her.

He knew she was a busy woman, Nicki barely stayed in one city for long but he didn't care if he ruined any of her studio sessions, important meetings, or brand deals. When he wanted some of her, he expected her to drop everything for him, because he would do the same for her, no questions asked.

There were countless times in the past year that they have been fucking around that he has left parties, the studio, and even the country just to give Nicki some dick because her spoiled ass wanted it that badly. The sex was just that good.

The way that they were sexually drawn to each other was surreal, but both of them already knew that their secret relationship couldn't surpass sexual intimacy, their personalities are entirely different and it would cause toxicity between them.

Abel's private jet landed in New York approximately eight hours later, and he and his crew stepped off just after midnight and made their way to the black various cars that awaited them.

Abel slid in the back of one with Belly and Lamar to drop off his luggage at his new condo before making his way to Nicki.

He heard Belly chuckle which caused him to look up from his phone.

"What's so funny, bro?" Lamar questioned, glancing up from his phone.

Belly ran his hand over his facial hair and snickered. "I still can't believe that this nigga, Abel got high and thought that he was fucking around with Nicki Minaj. Little nigga knows that he couldn't handle all of that woman." Belly stated which caused Lamar to laugh.

If only his boys knew how well he's already handled Nicki, she's the one that ends up crying and limping when it's over.

He kept quiet though, knowing that he couldn't ever speak on it.

Abel rolls his eyes and focuses back on his cell phone text log, he scrolls down until he finds the name that he was looking for. He begins to type out a message.

Hey. I just landed and I'm about to pull up in an hour or so, Are you home?

He hoped that the message didn't make him look too thirsty, but he was willing to put his pride aside just to be inside of her before the sun rises and he has to head back to L.A.

An entire hour passed and Abel found himself laying back on his couch in his condo and watching some 90's cartoons on his flatscreen tv.

He lazily petted his dog, Caesar, while he chewed on a dog toy and laid down next to him.

Abel stared down at his iPhone that rested in his lap in displeasure, he still hadn't received a response at all from Nicki and usually she would have texted him back by now.

He decided to call her up which is something that he rarely did since it went against one of their rules, but at this point, he was desperate for her and it was two in the morning already.

He put the phone on speaker and it rang twice before her voicemail popped up. He angrily sucked his teeth and hung up just as she began to recite her annoying voicemail greeting.

"Where the fuck is she?" Abel muttered to himself as he slowly ran a hand over his hair and down his face, tiredness began to take over him.

Seconds later his phone beeped with a message from her, finally.

Peaches 🍑👅: Sorry, I can't talk right now.

"What the fuck." Abel cursed, going into messages to respond to her. He couldn't believe that she sent him a damn "Respond With Text" message instead of just answering his call or texting him back.

So you couldn't even respond with a message to let me know what's up with you and you sending me to voicemail? What's good with you? Call or text me ASAP.

The message went through to her and minutes later it said that Nicki read it, but Abel still didn't receive a response from her, so he texted again.

Onika... you're pissing me the fuck off. Why are you ignoring me?

Seconds later the bubbles pop up, indicating that she is typing and a text comes through to his phone.

He squints in confusion when he realizes that it is a picture message and when he opens it up he almost pisses himself.

Peaches 🍑👅:

"Fuck!" He curses loudly, causing Caesar to jump at his outburst.

He tosses his phone on the chair beside him and sits there stupefied.

He had no clue how Nicki got a hold of the pictures, but he knew that there would be a massive argument awaiting him and hell to pay for his indiscretions.

Two Weeks Later:

Two long weeks passed by after TMZ somehow got a hold of Abel's leaked photographs and posted them on their website.

Nicki has completely blocked Abel out and has been MIA from all social media since she discovered the photos.

Abel tried everything that he possibly could to get in contact with her, including three random pop-ups at her penthouse in New York and multiple phone calls, messages, and FaceTimes that have all been ignored.

He already knew that she was most likely pissed and needed time to cool off, but he wasn't expecting her to ice him out for two whole weeks without even one message.

After handling his music business out in Los Angeles for a week and visiting with his daughter, Abel found himself flying back to New York for another attempt to smooth things out with Nicki.

He wasn't planning on leaving the city until they got a chance to discuss what happened and find a way to fix it.

Abel felt that they had gone long enough without any communication and he really couldn't shake the fact that he missed the hell out of her.

He found himself sitting outside of her house with a gift and a teddy bear rose bouquet in his passenger seat.

He knew that he looked a bit thirsty camping outside of her house and waiting for her to come back home, but he wanted to catch her before she entered inside and had a chance to ignore him.

He occupied himself by texting and scrolling through his social media when he received a notification that Nicki had posted to her Instagram for the first time in weeks.

Y'all niggas are comedians, just remember that Nicki always gets the last laugh. 😉😜

Abel's blood boiled when he analyzed the picture, he could feel the anger building up inside of him and it took everything inside of him not to drive over to the location that she had pinned and fuck them both up.

He didn't recognize the dude that she was hugged up with from any of the celebrity circles that they both were a part of, so the mystery of it all further added to his stress.

He ended up leaving and heading to a local bar for a few drinks to clear his mind before returning to Nicki's penthouse to confront her.

Two hours passed before Nicki's pink Lamborghini pulled up in front of the location and both Nicki and the guy climbed out of it.

Abel watched in dismay as Nicki and the guy walked into her building hand in hand, trailed by her three monstrous security guards.

Another hour or so passed before the dude exited the penthouse and climbed into a waiting Uber X, giving Abel the green light to head upstairs.

Abel abandoned the fancy gifts in his car and entered the back of the building angry and fueled with liquor and weed.

He got onto the private elevator and punched in her code to gain access to her floor like he had done many times in the past.

His head flooded with thoughts of what he would say to her and what she would say to him. He knew there would be a confrontation and the unknown of it all worried, Abel.

When the elevator dinged at Nicki's penthouse floor he felt his stomach churn as all of the anxiety started to build inside of him.

He apprehensively approached the two double doors feeling a flurry of different emotions inside of him as he rang the doorbell twice.

He waited there impatiently, his hands stuffed inside his jacket and his head hanging low.

One of the doors slowly began to open which caused his eyes to shoot up.

"Did you leave something, baby?" Nicki asked as she scrolled through her gold iPhone, not taking the time to look up at her visitor.

Abel didn't respond right away, he was too pissed off to speak when he noticed that, Nicki had on nothing but a baby pink see-through thong with a matching bra and a pink silk robe that was opened, displaying her body.

In any other situation, he would have had her pinned against the nearest wall right now and would be deep inside of her if she would have answered her door in that sexy shit, but all he could think about is the fact that she had it on for the next nigga and not for him.

He could already tell by the messiness of her straight hair and the hickeys forming on her neck that she let that random dude fuck and it caused him to explode.

"You let that random ass nigga fuck you?" Abel sneered, his tone is as cold as ice.

Nicki's eyes quickly shot up when she heard his deep voice and she almost dropped her phone.

She wasn't expecting him to be in her city, let alone on her doorstep.

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me now? Get the fuck out of here!" She attempted to slam the door in his face and close her robe, but Abel forced it open and pushed his way inside.

"I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me! What the fuck do you think this is? You have been ignoring me for fucking weeks!" Abel says, slamming her door behind him.

He almost knocks small Nicki off of her feet when he pushes in, but she catches her balance, and before he could utter a word she was right in his face shouting at him.

"Go! Get out! You have some nerve forcing your way in here, and questioning me about what I have been doing when you've been fucking on other bitches all over France, like the bitch nigga that you are!" Nicki snaps.

Abel knew she was right, but he wasn't going to say it because he knew if he walked out of the door, things between him and Nicki would dissolve quickly, and he wouldn't be able to repair it.

Abel rolled his eyes and licked over his lips as Nicki continued to vent, pointing her finger in his face as she went off on him.

"You are a nasty, dirty dick, lying, snake ass nigga! I should have never even let you hit in the first place! You Fucking OP!" Her heels click against the marble floors as she begins to storm away from him, but he grabs onto her arm which causes her to angrily spin around and slap him.

Abel runs his hand over the side of his face that she hit and his jaw clenches. "I suggest that you calm the fuck down and keep your hands off of me before you piss me off, Onika." He seethed in a deepened voice.

Nicki narrowed her eyes. "Or what? I'm supposed to be scared of a nigga from Canada? I'll have my New York niggas run up on you with the quickness! Don't test me!" Nicki threatens, staring up at him with her hand on her hip.

Abel couldn't help but laugh, running his hand over his freshly shaped up beard. Her tiny short ass could barely reach his neck with her high heels off but had all of this mouth.

Nicki seethed when she saw him laughing, the worst thing that you can do when a black woman is pissed off is laugh, she automatically thinks you are taking her as a joke.

Every profanity in the book erupted from her, which caused the argument to intensify. Abel tried his best to calm her down, but she was on one hundred and ten.

Abel grabbed her arms and held them down to stop her from swinging at him.

"Nicki, just calm down and talk to me like an adult. If we continue arguing and yelling, nothing will get resolved." Abel said.

"All of these photos popping up of you leaving out of a hotel with some soccer mom-looking ass bitch and I'm supposed to be calm?" Nicki yelled in Abel's face, causing Abel to sigh.

"You sliding up inside of the next random bitch less than twenty-four hours after fucking me? Fuck I look like, nigga? I am not one of these regular bitches out here and I'm not gonna let you treat me like I'm one of them!"

Nicki struggled with him until she broke free from his hold to mush him and Abel stood there looking stupid.

"I'm not feeling your fucking attitude right now. You won't even let me talk or explain myself." Abel told her, irritated that she wouldn't give him a chance to explain himself.

"I'm not feeling you right now, nigga! You think you can come in here and feed me bullshit to get me back in bed with you, you thought wrong! Get the fuck out of my house!!" Oneika pointed towards the door, but Abel refused to go.

He shook his head no. "I'm not going anywhere until we resolve this, I'm sorry okay? Just hear me out for a minute. Come here..." Abel grabs Nicki by her tiny waist and pulls her forward, but she pulls away from him and crosses her arms.

"You are being so fucking stubborn right now!" Abel was vexed, his nose flaring.

"I don't want to hear anything that you have to say! I know that it's all bullshit! You're the one that fucked up yet you're angry and yelling like I wronged you?! I should be the one pressed right now!" Nicki seethed.

"I'm angry because you won't even let me get a damn word in!" Abel argued as they continued having a full-blown screaming match.

"Because I don't want to hear all the bullshit and lies that are about to come out of your mouth!! What do you have to say?" Nicki crossed her arms and waited to hear him out.

Abel huffed. "You want me to say the shit, then I will say it! I miss your stubborn ass okay! I can't take you shutting me out anymore." Abel lowers his voice and mutters, the desperation clear in his tone.

Nicki's mood suddenly shifted, she went from angry to sad in a matter of minutes and Abel could tell that she didn't want to be near him at the moment.

He didn't stop her when she turned her back to him and quickly walked towards her bedroom for some time alone, he sighed and sat patiently in her living room to give her space.

He knew from past arguments that she would come out and talk when she was ready. He was just happy that she didn't kick him out.

...

An Hour Later:

Abel's eyes followed Nicki as he sat in her apartment an hour later with a glass of Hennessy straight in his hand.

"I can't believe you are out here moving recklessly like that when we had an agreement." Nicki ranted as she sipped from her glass and paced.

"I always let you fuck me raw because I trusted you, I trusted that you would never infect me with anything but that shit is a dub now, I'm not ever having sexual contact with you again."

Abel sighed and slumped in his seat in exasperation, he had already explained to Nicki that he was fucked up and had no recollection of fucking that girl, but it wasn't enough for her.

Abel knew from their past experience that if he didn't find a way to shut Nicki the fuck up, she would be venting all night long.

"Come over here and climb on my face." He mutters, cutting her off in the middle of her rant.

Nicki stop pacing and turns around to glance back at him to see if he was dead ass.

"Nigga, what? Did you not comprehend what I just said to you?" She questions.

Abel rises to his feet and walks over to her, she stays silent as he lifts her into his strong arms and sits her down on top of her pink grand piano, and settles between her legs to talk to her.

Nicki quickly kicks him back a bit with her toes and crosses her legs to keep him from pressing his hard dick up against her, she knew all of his sneaky moves already.

"Come on, sweetie. Don't be like that with me." Abel playfully grabs Nicki's feet and kisses her pretty pink toes.

"I should make you suck on them." Nicki wiggles her toes in his face, scrunching her adorable face up with an attitude.

"Open your legs and I can suck on something else..." Abel says, causing Nicki's thighs to clench, she tries to play it off, but he notices.

Nicki puts her leg down. "You can't suck on anything on me, go to one of your hoes."

"I can't suck on that pretty pussy of yours, baby?" He turns his head to the side and bites his lip as he asks, in a soft yet deep tone, causing Nicki's already damp thong to become wetter.

"Come on, mama. You know you love wetting up my face... I eat your pussy until your juices are dripping down my chin and you're crying and begging for me to stop..." Abel taunted Nicki.

Flashbacks flashed through her mind of Abel's head between her legs, licking and feasting until multiple orgasms rippled through her and her body couldn't take anymore.

Onika quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of her head and remained stone-faced, she wanted Abel to fuck her but was too pissed and prideful to admit it.

Abel sighed in defeat, realizing his sexual advances couldn't get him out of this mess.

"I know I fucked up, and I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have gotten that fucked up, I should have never done anything with that girl. I don't even remember being inside of her, it meant nothing to me... I showed you the results from my doctor, I'm clean and I promise I won't slip up again." Abel speaks softly.

"All dudes say that shit..." Nicki rolled her eyes, but Abel grabbed onto her chin to make her look at him.

"I never gave you a reason not to trust me before this one childish mistake, don't ruin all that we have with each other for this. You know what you do to me, ma and you know you're the only girl that I've been with since we first started this whole shit." Abel whispers sincerely, gently caressing Nicki's face.

Nicki glances away and breaks eye contact with him, refusing to look into his dark eyes because she could feel herself being slowly drawn in once again and she wanted to be mad at him longer. They both knew she could hold a grudge for years.

"Look at me, baby. Why won't you look at me?" Abel asks, his hand rubbing up and down her thick thigh.

"No!" Nicki says stubbornly, crossing her arms like a brat.

He smiled slightly, low-key loving her bratty attitude and stubbornness because it just made him fuck her harder.

He tried to kiss her pouty lips but she quickly turned away which made his lips land on her cheek.

"How could I even be with anyone else... I love being deep inside of you..." He leaned up and kissed her neck slowly which caused her to tense, he trailed his seductive kisses downward until he reached her soft collarbone.

"You love it when I'm deep inside, don't you, baby?" He whispered against her skin, his hands reaching up to untie her robe.

Nicki didn't stop him, her eyes closed at the contact of his soft lips, she needed some dick badly and they both knew it, especially since she didn't let the dude that she has been seeing for the past two weeks hit at all.

Nicki, bit on her lip to suppress a moan when Abel's hand snaked around her neck and squeezed it gently, she loved that shit, it set something off inside of her.

"You didn't let him fuck did you?" Abel inquired, he could tell by how Nicki was reacting to him that she hadn't been fucked since the last time he fucked her.

Nicki shook her head no slowly, whimpering when she felt Abel's tongue trailing over the sensitive parts of her skin.

"I almost did, but I stopped him before he could slip in." Nicki timidly admits, reopening her eyes to see Abel sexily peering up at her with the sexiest look in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop him?" Abel inquires as he uncrosses Nicki's thick thighs and opens them to pull her close.

"Because I wanted you...." Nicki breathlessly admits to him. "But you were too busy in Paris being a nasty ass nigga."

Nicki felt herself getting annoyed with Abel all over again, but it quickly faded when Abel's tongue began to slowly swirl circles all over her breasts.

He then kissed all over them, causing her nipples to harden.

Nicki whimpered. "Get the fuck away from me! I am still mad at you!" She said, trying and failing to keep her attitude with him.

Abel paused in the middle of his seductive kisses and peered up at her from in between her supple breasts.

"You can still be mad at me while I'm giving you this dick... Grab onto me." Nicki wraps her arms and legs around him tightly and he lifts her into his arms and begins to carry her towards her bedroom.

They don't even make it inside before Abel has Nicki pressed against the door, kissing her roughly. Onika cups the sides of his face and kisses him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Abel sucks on it, gripping and squeezing her juicy ass as his hands explore underneath her silk robe.

Nicki gasps against his lips when his hand trails over her hip and suddenly cups her fat pussy. He starts to rub on her clit through her panties which causes her to whimper.

He moans when he feels it, his fingers becoming wet in her juices that are soaking through her thin thong.

"You're so fucking wet, I can't wait to be deep inside of this pussy, baby." Abel groans, kissing Nicki as his fingers massaged her clit.

"Why were you doing all of that fronting and shit for, like you didn't want some dick?" Abel asks. "You are dripping for me..."

Nicki moaned, gripping the back of his head and grinding her hips eagerly to meet his fingers. "I-I-I hate you..." Nicki stammered, Abel's fingers causing her to become scatterbrained.

"Show me how much..." Abel responds. He opens the doors of the bedroom and hastily carries her over to the bed.

In seconds her robe is taken off and her tiny thong is ripped from her body.

"Nigga! Don't be ripping up my sh- ugh!!" Abel shuts Nicki up by pushing two of his fingers deep inside her pussy.

"Shut up, I don't want to hear your smart-ass mouth. I just want you to make this pussy cum for me..." He demands.

He uses his free hand to yank her bra down before leaning over and taking her nipple into his mouth.

"Oh my gosh! Fuck!!" Nicki moans, grinding her hips to fuck his fingers while cradling the back of his head as she watches him suck on her nipples.

"You like how my fingers feel in that tight little pussy baby?" He dirty talked.

"Oh fuck, baby! Yes like that!" Nicki moans, grinding her hips in slow circular motions to grind on his long fingers.

"Mmm listen to how wet that pussy is for me, Daddy is making it so wet..." Nicki could see the darkness in Abel's eyes as he pulled away from her nipple to look down at his fingers slipping in and out of her, they were soaked in her juices.

Her pussy was making the sounds that macaroni and cheese makes when you stir it and Abel was obsessed with that sexy shit.

"Make it wetter, baby! Fuck! Ooh!" Nicki moans and begins grinding faster.

Abel watched Nicki intently, loving the faces that she made whenever he pleasured her and the sexy moans and noises that erupted from her.

"You look so fucking sexy grinding on my fingers like that, baby. That's it... Cum for me so I can lick it up." He sexily talks her through her orgasm and begins to roughly rub on her clit with his thumb to add to the pleasure.

"Fuck, yes. Don't stop, rub that pussy!" She moaned, gripping him tight as his fingers twisted and pumped inside of her mercilessly.

Nicki's body began to tremble and her shaken moans became louder, Abel could tell that she was seconds away from reaching her peak, but he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

Nicki's eyes shot open and she was vexed. "What the fuck! Why the hell would you do that? I was so close you dumb ass!" She argued.

Abel just smiled, he was intentionally toying with her and teasing her pussy just because he loved to watch her squirm.

He slapped against Nicki's juicy pussy roughly which made her scream out in ecstasy. "Who you talking to like that?" He inquired, suddenly shoving his fingers back in which caused her to scream and jerk around in the bed.

Nicki didn't respond to him, she was too overcome with lust and all of his teasing was just making her wetter.

"Keep talking to me crazy and I'll never let you cum. I will torture your ass all night." He threatened as he slipped his wet fingers even deeper, and curled them to hit her G spot, making Nicki moan his name.

This sexual torture went on for the next twenty-five minutes, with Abel bringing Nicki right to edge just to stop before she reaches her climax.

When he slowly started spreading her lower set of lips just to tease her again, Nicki was in full-blown tears and couldn't stop shaking.

Nicki whimpered a bit and grabbed onto his wrist to prevent him from toying with her pussy any further, she was past horny and ready for his length, but Abel wanted to play games.

He slapped her hand away. "Don't make me tie your ass up." He warned her.

He suddenly began rubbing his fingers over her tiny hardened clit rapidly, while leaning over to suck on her protruding nipples again.

He stared up at her intensely watching her gorgeous body writhe around underneath him and arch off of the bed.

The harder he rubbed the wetter she became and her moans were turning him on in ways that he couldn't explain.

"Rub it faster! Please!" Nicki gasps, digging her nails deep into the silk sheets underneath her as more hot tears built up in her eyes.

Abel intentionally slowed down which caused, Nicki to want to rip her fucking hair out.

The need to cum was next level, her body convulsed and sweat poured from her as she begged. "P-please. Please let me cum. Rub it faster, Abel! Please!" Nicki whined.

"You can barely even handle this speed baby, you are shaking." He moans against her breasts. "Your pussy is quivering too..."

"You like how daddy is touching you?" He comes up and kisses her deeply before burying his face into her neck to whisper in her ear.

"Yes." She whispers back in a shaken voice, grinding against his fingers.

"You want to cum?" Abel teases, feeling her tremble and whimper underneath him.

"Yes.. please." She whimpers, she's completely under his sexual spell and she can barely speak because her body is quaking in pleasure.

"Please what?" He teases her, easing two long fingers inside her tightness while continuing to stimulate her clit with his thumb.

Nicki bit on her tongue, she hated when he made her call him daddy to stroke his male ego, she felt so right uttering it when she felt like moaning it out but never when he prompted her.

Abel noticed her hesitation which just made his long fingers probe even faster until she was screaming at the top of her lungs and her little pussy couldn't take anymore.

"Ohh fuck! Daddy! Yes! I'm cumming!" She shouted and dug her nails into his shoulder.

He smirked when her pussy started dripping for him and her eyes rolled back into the back of her head as her orgasm ripped through her.

"That shit is so sexy, look at that cum dripping out of that pretty pussy..." Abel moans, slipping his fingers out of her and spreading her lower lips to admire her dripping treasure.

"Mmm shit... that pussy looks so good, baby. Let me lick up that fucking cum." Abel lowered his head and his tongue began to mercilessly lap up Nicki's warm cum.

"A-Abel!" Nicki screamed, grabbing onto Abel's head and sitting up a little in an attempt to stop him from licking, but Abel placed his hands on top of hers that rested on his hair and continued to mercilessly lap at her pearl, swirling his tongue all over it.

"Baby, stop pushing me away. Can I suck on your clit, please? I haven't tasted you in weeks and I just want you to cum all over my tongue... You taste so fucking good, peaches. Damn..." Abel moaned desperately as he spread open her lips to take her hardened clit into his mouth.

"Baby, please stop! Fuck! Ah!! You're gonna kill me!" Nicki started crying like a baby again and her body shuddered intensely as she threw herself back against the bed when he started sucking on her clit hard and fast, his head moving up and down as she grinds against his face.

Abel's mouth, beard, and nose were becoming coated in her sticky white cream, but it didn't stop him from eating. He slurped some of it up and spit it back onto her pussy, doing all of the nasty shit that Nicki loved.

"Baby, can I fuck your face? Please stick your tongue inside of my pussy..." Nicki pleaded and Abel wasted no time slipping his tongue into her tight hole. "Fuck my tongue..." he moaned as he began to slip it in and out.

They quickly got into a sexual rhythm and Nicki was grinding on his tongue like it was his dick.

Abel stuck his tongue deeper every time he slipped it out and he strummed her swollen clit with his finger.

Nicki was so wet that her ass was covered in her juices and Abel's face was dripping in it.

He plunged his warm tongue so deep that, Nicki couldn't see his face anymore, it was buried against her fat pussy and Nicki started convulsing again.

"Shit!! If you keep doing it like that Daddy I'm gonna squirt!" She screamed out as Abel sped up his tongue and rubbed faster.

Abel's fingernails dig into her thighs as she rocked back and forth on him. He finally lifted his head. "Oh, so you wanna squirt on my face, huh?"

He threw her back on the bed when he saw that she was trying to sit up. "Since you wanna squirt so bad, I'm gonna make you squirt."

Abel wipes his mouth and stared at her with a lustful look. He got up and grabbed Nicki's body wand from her drawer.

He was turned on and hellbent on sexually torturing Nicki for ghosting him for these past few weeks, now he was gonna make her cum until she couldn't move.

He got down between her legs. "Wait..." she gasped.

Before she could say anything else, he turned on the vibrator and held it down on her clit.

"Fuck...." she moaned.

"Ss.... fuck yeah, look at that shit dripping for me." Abel stared at her bead as he increased the vibration.

"Ahhh! Wait, baby..." Nicki tried to grab the vibrator, but Abel increased the intensity once again. "Oh fuck, wait! Oh shit..."

"Are you cumming for me? Cum for me, baby." Abel urged her.

Nicki, grabbed onto the sheets tight, breaking one of her acrylic nails in the process, and screamed loud as a powerful orgasm ripped throughout her body, but Abel didn't move the wand.

"Do you forgive me now, mama?" Abel whispered as he watched her pussy and legs quiver.

Her torso moved up and down and she nodded her head to answer him.

"Talk to me. Let me hear you say it, baby." Abel says in a sexy tone as he kissed her clit.

"Yes, Daddy!" She screamed.

Abel smiled and moved the vibrator from her clit. He then took it between his lips and began to suck on it while moving his long fingers in and out of her pussy once again.

"Shit, you're gonna make me squirt. Oh my god! Ah! Ahh!" Nicki placed her hands over her face.

"Make it nasty for me, mama," Abel whispered to her softly, he loved watching her have multiple orgasms.

Pretty soon, Nicki was squirming, squirting, crying, and cumming all over Abel's face.

Her body was laid out on the bed limp and she felt as if she was going to pass out.

Nicki was overwhelmingly turned on, exhausted, and breathless and she just laid in silence while her body continued to shake from her intense orgasm.

"You good, ma?" He asked softly as he climbed up to gently brush back the sweaty stray hairs that stuck to her forehead before kissing it.

"Fuck you..." She panted breathlessly as she shut her eyes. Nicki had never experienced anything like that, her legs were numb, and wouldn't stop shaking, her pussy felt like it had a heartbeat.

Abel laughed and kissed her on her soft lips over and over. "Gladly. Spread those legs, baby."

"Fuck you." She tiredly repeated as she pushed him away. He smiled and laughed.

"You can't take it, can you? If I wore you out mama, I can just carry you to the shower." He joked while he hovered above her, he kissed her addictive lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Nicki rolled her eyes. "Boy, please! If we fuck, you're cumming first. You can't even handle all of this good pussy."

Abel hovers over her and licks his lips. "I think I just handled that shit pretty well if you ask me, I see that, that pussy is still quivering and you damn near woke up the neighborhood with your screams... Just admit that you can't take this long dick." He stated cockily.

"Fuck me then." She stated boldly, running her hand over his beard.

Her slanted eyes landed on Abel as he stood to his feet and kicked off his boots before shrugging off his jacket and unbuckling his pants.

Nicki sat up and unfastened her bra as she watched him, he was so fucking sexy and he doesn't even try hard, the second his shirt slipped over his head she forgot why she was mad.

Her lust-filled eyes wandered down from his chest to his long, hard dick that sprang free from his boxers when he pulled them down.

Her mouth salivated at the sight of it, she motioned for him to come to her. "Bring that dick over here..." she lusted, sitting up on her knees at the head of the bed.

Abel felt his dick twitch just from looking at her, she sat on the bed looking so fucking good and all could envision is covering her in his cum.

Abel began to jerk himself off as he walked over to her naked and stood on the edge of the bed. He bit his lip while watching Nicki run her hands over her naked body, all the while focusing on his dick that throbbed for her.

"Mmm fuck... look at it. I want it inside of me." Nicki moans as she gently grabs onto it and begins to jerk it just like he likes it.

"That's your dick, baby. What are you going to do with it?" Abel moans, his dick throbbing in Nicki's small hands.

"It's my dick, Daddy? Tell me it's mine again." Nicki teases, sticking her tongue out to slowly lick against the swollen head of Abel's dick.

"Fuck, baby... it's yours..." Abel moans, throwing his head back in pleasure when she arches her back and leans over to wrap her soft juicy lips around the head of it and began to suck on it.

Nicki quickly got into a rhythm; jerking and sucking on his dick while he gripped her hair into a ponytail with his fist.

"Shit, baby. That feels so fucking good." He moans as he watches her. "You look so sexy sucking that shit."

"Mm." Nicki moans sexily in response before taking more of him into her mouth. She begins to suck him sloppily as he likes it, moving her head in a circular motion as she gagged on and slurped on his pulsing dick.

"Shit, Nicki... Fuck! You're sucking that dick so good baby." Abel's head dropped back and his eyes closed again.

Abel's eyes rolled back when she slipped it out of her mouth and spit all on it, letting the spit drip down to his balls, she then leaned over and licked all the way down and sucked it off while twisting her little hand around his dick.

Nicki smirks up at him when his hot pre cum begins to erupt from the bulging head of his dick and Abel begins to breathe unevenly, Onika could tell he was trying his hardest not to cum.

"Mmmm, you want to cum down my throat, Daddy?" Nicki teases. "I can feel that dick pulsing, you gonna cum for me?" She jerked it slowly, watching it pulse in her hands.

Abel yanked her ponytail hard, causing her to giggle. "Nicki, stop playing games with my dick... put it back in that pretty mouth of yours and suck it before I make you choke on it. You know I'm not with all that teasing shit." He threatened her.

"Mmm, make me gag on this dick." Nicki moaned as she took it down her throat again as deep as she can take it.

Abel's stomach tightened and his entire body shook and quaked as he watched his dick slowly disappear down Nicki's throat and he began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth.

"Fuck, yes baby... let me fuck that pretty mouth. Shit, you are gonna make me cum down your throat! Shit! Oh shit!" Abel moaned.

He could steadily feel the intense release that he has been craving building inside of him, his body shook every time she took it down her throat and droplets of sweat popped up on his forehead.

The way, Nicki was sucking she put that bitch on the internet deep-throating on a cucumber to shame, she had Abel screaming and on the verge of cumming in her mouth in seconds.

The sexy sounds of her slurping and sucking drives Abel crazy and her head begins to bob up and down faster, causing curses to fly out of his mouth and his toes to dig into the carpet.

Abel's eyes roll back and he grips on her hair tighter. His moans become louder as she slobbers all over his dick while deep-throating it.

When she boldly takes it down her throat and holds it there, Abel almost cums in her mouth.

"Chill, baby. Chill!" He pulls her head up and shivers as he desperately tries to hold himself together. "You are about to make me cum."

"Mmm. What's wrong, Daddy? You can't handle it?" Nicki giggles as she starts to jerk him off again while sucking his balls and seductively peering up at him.

"Get your ass up here," Abel wraps his hand around Nicki's neck to pull her up before leaning in to kiss her lips passionately and deeply.

Without a word, he pushes her back onto the bed and lifts her legs onto his shoulders.

He then slowly slips his dick inside of her, causing them both to gasp and moan. "Oh shit, baby..." Abel grunted.

"Ooh fuck..." Nicki whimpers, closing her eyes when she feels Abel penetrating her deeper, he grips her hips and fucks her slowly, giving her deep strokes that caused her breasts to bounce with each thrust.

Nicki loved when they fucked in this position, so she could feel him so deep that it hurt.

It was a pleasuring pain and she didn't want him to stop.

Abel leaned over and wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her lightly while continuing to stroke in and out of her tightness slowly, feeling her snug walls wrapped tight around him made him want to cum but he held it.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Your pussy is so good. Grind on my dick." Abel rasps, peering down at her pleasured face and bouncing breasts.

Nicki's eyes watered as she gripped the sheets and looked up at him in a sexual daze, her mouth is slightly gapped and each stroke causes her moans to rise higher in octave.

Abel leaned down and started to kiss her neck slowly as he pumped himself in and out of her slowly. Nicki loved hearing his deep moans.

"This shit is mine..." he grunted in her ear. "You hear me?"

Nicki didn't answer him, she just continued to pant through the pain.

"You gonna fucking answer me," Abel tightened his firm grip around her neck and looked into her eyes. He started to pump into her hard and deep but slowly all at the same time.

"Abel!" She held onto him and scratched his back as he pushed deeper inside of her. She started to moan louder and push against his stomach, but he grabbed her arm and pinned it above her head.

"Move your fucking hand and answer me, ma.." Abel grunted.

"Oh shit! Ahh!" Nicki screamed.

"Answer me," He said in a deep tone as he whispered and moaned in her ear.

"Fuck!! It's yours...ohh shit it's yours, baby..." Onika screamed.

Abel, pulled out slightly to reposition himself and he smiled when he looked down.

"Look at all that cream covering my dick, baby. Fuck I love being inside you." He started to rub her clit as he slid in and out of her.

"Oh fuck..." she said in a high-pitched tone. "Daddy! Your dick is too big!" Nicki whimpered as she grinds underneath him.

"Look at you, taking that dick..." Abel groaned while burying his face against her neck, sexily kissing and sucking all over it.

"Ooh! Shit! You're gonna make me cum again..." she panted and whimpered breathlessly.

Abel began stroking deeper and faster than before, but he suddenly slowed down.

"Shit..." he panted.

Nicki looked up at him and smiled. "Are you about to cum for me, Daddy?" Onika whispered as she stared up at Abel's strained and scrunched-up face with her signature smirk.

She began to grind quickly underneath causing him to strain.

"Fuck, Nicki don't." He whimpered, biting down on his lip.

"Why? I want you to cum for me." Nicki whispered to him seductively.

"Ahhhh.... shit..." Abel moaned and bite down on her shoulder as he began to shake.

"Ooohhh.... you can't handle all this good shit, huh?" Nicki teased Abel as she bounced underneath him.

"You're not about to make me cum first." He moaned in a strained voice.

Before Nicki could protest or stop him her legs were pinned over her head and he was pounding into her G spot, she couldn't move so she was forced to take the gut-rearranging strokes.

"Ahhh!!! Ahhhh!!!" Nicki cried and screamed as she felt her orgasm building and as much as she tried to fight it, she came all over him.

"Mmm... that's it, baby. Cover my dick in that cum." Abel moaned and shook as he started nutting right after her, shooting it deep inside of her.

Nicki whimpered tiredly when she felt the warmness of it, and as debilitated as she was after cumming so many times, she finally gathered enough strength to reach up and slap the shit out of him.

Abel grabbed the side of his face. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?" He gritted as he wiped the sweat from his face and collapsed beside her.

"Who told you, you could cum in me nigga? I'm still mad at you! You're lucky that I'm on birth control or I would have thrown your bitch ass off of that balcony over there!" Nicki spat.

Abel stared over at her in disbelief and just shook his head.

Even after that all he had done to please her, she still had an attitude and used him for his tongue and dick.

He watched as she sighed adorably and curled up in a comfortable ball as she slipped on her bonnet and sleeping mask.

She pulled her pink silk sheets and a white fur blanket over her naked body and loudly said "Alexa, turn off the lights!"

"Drive safe and put on my security system when you leave out, close my bedroom doors too," Nicki said.

"Are you dead serious right now?" Abel inquired, but she was already fast asleep.

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venusdian · 3 months ago

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I. Junis' Awakening

Junis stood on the poorly painted wooden porch. Police sirens were coming from a distance. The beautiful skies didn’t make the tone of the events that occurred. Junis’ mother, Janis' curdling screams echoed throughout the neighborhood as people started rushing out of their houses. Her mother held her older brother, Sylas in her arms. His dark brown eyes were glued to his mother as blood was coming out the side of his mouth. He coughs, and his blood splatters on Janis’ face as she cradles her baby boy.

Junis watches as the police sped down the street. The bright white ambulance parked in front of their house. Junis’ vision becomes blurry as she can feel the room spinning. She tries to hold onto the crooked staircase, but her hand slips, and falls down the stairs as everything fades to black.

Junis springs up from her queen-size mattress. The quilt that covered her was now messily laid on the floor. Junis begins to pant, trying to catch her breath as sweat coats her face. She exits the bed and rushes into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and waking up her roommate, Síauna Rivera. Junis’ hands firmly grip the white porcelain skin.

She looked down at the sink. Her eyes were watering. Síauna knocked on the bathroom door, making sure her roommate was alright.

“Junis?” She calls out. Her tone was laced with concern but was a bit harsh as she just woke up. Junis stayed silent, softly sniffling.

“Junie… Do you want to talk about it?” Síauna asks. Junis softly sighs, shaking her head.

“No, I’m ok,” Junis answers, lifting her head and looking in the mirror.

“You sure? This is your third nightmare this week…” Síauna asks, leaning the side of her head on the bathroom door. Junis looks away from the mirror, letting her hands go from the sink. She wipes her eyes and walks to the door. She opens the door. Síauna stumbles slightly into the bathroom.

“I’m ok,” Junis assures her. She walks to her bed. She slips on her Black furry slides and takes her phone off the charger. Síauna sits on her bed, watching Junis getting prepared to leave.

“Junie, where are you going? It’s almost three am.”

“I’m just gunna take a drive around campus,” Junis mutters, grabbing her Tupac hoodie and slipping over her sports bra. Síauna skeptically looks at her.

“Are you going to see Cassius? You know, he has a girlfriend.” Junis shrugs.

“What does that have to do with me?” She questions as she grabs her glasses off the nightstand.

“I thought you were focusing on yourself this year.” Junis hums and looks over at Síauna.

“I am.”

“How if you’re going to bother the same man who won’t break up with his girlfriend, but claims to be so in love with you?”

“I’m not looking for sex… I’m looking for comfort.”

“OK, you can just go to Vemini, or you know… Talk to me! I am your roommate.” Síauna points out. Síauna's thick Puerto Rican accent heightens with agitation. Junis sighs, walking towards the door.

“Ju, I don’t know how long I can keep this secret from Zy’onna. You know, she’s captain of the dance team… The Same dance team that I’m on!” Junis shrugs.

“Who says you have to keep it a secret? I never asked you to cover for me. I’m a big girl, I can handle Zy’onna, and besides, like I said, we’re not fucking… He’s just great at comforting me.” Junis argues. Síauna, feeling defeated, sighs.

“Just let me know when you get there.” Junis opens the door, nodding.

“Will do.” Junis leaves the Dorm room, closing the door behind her. Síauna gets back into bed, worriedly sighing to herself.

“She just doesn’t know how crazy Zy’onna is… She’ll learn soon enough.” She mutters before turning on her side and quickly going to sleep.

Junis pressed the down button on the elevator and leaned back, waiting for the double doors to open. She unlocks her iPhone and opens her Phone app. She presses Cassius' name and begins calling Cassius.

Meanwhile, Cassius couldn’t sleep, so he was up playing the game on the PS5 with his roommate, Taurus, when his Samsung began to vibrate. Cassius looks over at the coffee table and nudges Taurus, who is glued to the TV screen.

“Aye, T pass me the phone.”

“Hell nah, It’s just a ploy to beat me again.” Cassius rolls his eyes.

“Nah, nigga my phone is ringing.” Taurus quickly looks at Cassius, who appears serious, before clicking his tongue and gesturing him away.

“Mane, whatever nigga.” Cassius rolls his eyes, getting up from his bean bag chair and leaning over Taurus, grabbing his phone from the coffee Table. He saw he had two missing calls from Junis and grew worried.

“I’ma be right back. I need to call someone real quick.” Taurus waves him off. Cassius goes to the back of his bedroom, calling Junis back. A couple of rings and Junis picks up the phone, without missing a beat, Cassius immediately asks her.

“You had another nightmare?” Junis softly sighs, nodding.

“Yeah..”

“You wanna come over?” Junis chuckles to herself.

“Uhm if that’s ok with you…”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t Ju.” Junis softly smiles.

“Thanks, I’m on the way.”

“Alright, I’ll get the bed set up.” Junis hums then hangs up the call. Cassius returns to the living room, grabs the Roku remote, and turns off the TV. Taurus lets out a flustered groan and looks back at Cassius.

“NIGGA, WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Junis is coming over…”

“Ok, and? She knows I live here. Why we gotta act brand new?” Cassius rolls his eyes.

“T, don’t start. You know, Ju is going through a lot.” Taurus rolls his eyes.

“She’s still grieving about something that happened almost four years ago. I mean, I get it. It sucks to watch your blood die. I know what it’s like, but you acting like that’s yo bitch or something.” Taurus argues. Cassius let out a flustered groan.

“I just want this to be a safe space for her, ight?” Taurus rolls his eyes and gets up.

“You know, that’s not your job. You have a whole girlfriend. Zy’onna would be pissed if she found out her nigga snuggling up with some bitch.” Cassius glares at Taurus.

“Junis is not some bitch, so cool it with that shit.” Taurus sighs, unmoved by Cassius’ protectiveness over Junis.

“Well, she ain’t yo bitch either…” Taurus points out.

“What? You want her or some shit?” Taurus amusingly chuckles, shaking his head.

“Nah, I’m good, but clearly you want her.” Cassius rolls his eyes.

“Ok, your point is?”

“You gotta choose… Either Zy’onna or Junis.” Cassius looks at Taurus, shocked by how sensible he’s acting. He places his backhand on Taurus’ forehead playfully. Taurus swats his hand away as Cassius chuckles.

“Nigga, is you good? This is the most sense you’ve made… Well, EVER!” Taurus rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

“As Much as I’m a player myself. I happen to like Junis, as a friend. She’s cool peoples. Plus, I’m trying to get with Vemini, and I don’t need you fucking up my game, cause you can’t choose.” Cassius looks at him in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Nigga, you not even Vemini’s type.” Taurus scoffs.

“She just hasn’t tried me yet so I could prove her wrong.” Cassius burst out in laughter. Taurus furrows his eyebrows, confused by Cassius’ amusement.

“What’s funny?” Junis knocks on the door. Cassius walks to the door, shaking his head.

“Unless you move weight or are in a gang? She’s not looking yo way.” Cassius explains, opening the door to see Junis with her hoodie over her head. Cassius looks down at the five-foot-two woman. He bit his bottom lip as he always found her short stature sexy.

“Are you just gunna stand there and Eye fuck me or let me in?” Junis asks with a slight grin. Cassius clears his throat and moves to the side as Junis enters the apartment.

“Hey, T!” Junis greets him as Taurus gives her a slight head nod. Junis looks over at Cassius, slightly worried.

“Did I interrupt something?” Taurus puts his finger up to explain the previous event, but Cassius harshly elbows him, causing Taurus to clutch his stomach and crouch down.“No, I’ll meet you in the bedroom.” Junis furrows her eyebrows, perplexed by what is happening, but once Taurus gives her a reassuring thumbs up, she leaves the living room, heading towards the bedroom. Cassius shoots a warning glare at Taurus.

“You know, you didn’t have to elbow me. A simple shut up would’ve been fine.” Cassius rolls his eyes, walking to his bedroom.

“USE CONDOMS!” Taurus exclaims. Cassius embarrassingly looks down, muttering obscenities, hoping Junis didn’t hear that. He enters his bedroom. Junis is lying on his bed, on top of his red Redland blanket, on her stomach, on her phone. Cassius grins to himself, walking over to her and smacking her butt. Junis jumps in shock and shoots a glare at Cassius. Cassius slightly chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What? I can’t help that all that ass was in my face, and besides… That shit is mines anyways. Why can’t I have the luxury to feel on it?” Junis sits up on the bed, softly sighing to herself.

“We need to talk…” Junis uncomfortably starts. Cassius furrows his eyebrows, confused.

“What?”

“We can’t keep doing this…” Cassius scoots closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Doing what?”

“This!” Junis emphasizes, scooting away from Cassius.

“I don’t get it… What’s the issue?”

“The issue is you have a girlfriend, and I can’t keep being a Side piece. The first two years were cool. I enjoyed your company, and I wasn’t ready for a relationship. But we’re getting older, and I want to focus on myself…” Cassius rolls his eyes, unmoved by her speech. Junis does this often. When she comes to her senses, she decides that they can no longer fuck and can only strictly be friends.

Cassius was not buying it this time, nor will he the next time. Junis will never date anyone else. Cassius was too selfish to share her with anyone else. Junis was always gunna be his, and there was nothing anybody could do about it. Being with Junis gave him a high that he couldn’t explain…

Cassius has wanted Junis since they were little kids playing in the gritty streets of Aurora City. They never got together because they grew apart and were part of separate cliques. Cassius became a jock, and Junis was the outcast. She liked being alone, and he liked the attention of his peers, but Junis continuously plagued his mind. Even when he got with Zy’onna, his peers were envious that he was able to bag the “Princess of Riverdale.

But eventually, the thrill of bagging a girl like her wore off, and the obsession of Junis came back. So when they shared the same science class and assigned partners for a group project, he took his chance and ran with it. He knew she was a bit vulnerable with the passing of her brother, but he wanted to be there for her and be the support system that she needed.

And well, it leads to them having sex and a weird, complicated relationship.

You may question why Cassius doesn't break up with Zy'onna? If he's so in love with Junis. Well, Cassius was with her because of Guilt. Cassius felt awful that he was cheating on her, and he thought if he played into her fantasy of a perfect life, that was the least he could do. And well, he needed a back plan if he and Junis didn’t work out.

Cassius was very meticulous when it came to his life. Everything had a plan A and a plan B. He already lost Junis before, what's to say he wouldn’t lose her again?

Cassius leans in, kissing on her neck. Junis pushes him away, sternly looking at him.

“Cass, I’m so serious. No.” Cassius rolls his eyes, annoyed.

“Ju, you always do this…” He pauses, scooting closer to Junis, with no space between them. Junis leans back. Cassius pressures forward until Junis is lying on her back. Their eyes lock, and a small smile creeps on Cassius’ face.

“You know, I love you, right?” Junis, tantalized by Cassius' dark emerald eyes, nods.

“I know you love me too. Stop stressing yourself.” He softly cooed as he leaned forward, letting their lip engage in a dangerous tango of lust and romance.

The Next day…

The blue, sheer curtain did not stop the bright sun from coming through the white blinds, waking up Junis. She softly yawns, realizing Cassius’ muscular arms encased around her. Her head rested on his bare chest, listening to the soft, heavy breathing of Cassius. She loved hearing him sleep. He sounded so peaceful. She carefully gets out of his arms and sits up beside him. She looks down at him, guilt-ridden.

She meant what she said last night. She didn’t want to be his sidepiece. She didn’t want to do the back and forth anymore. She needed to focus on herself and work through her grief on her own. She always said that. This time, she needed to put her words into action. Cassius was never leaving Zy’onna, and that was the unfortunate reality. She carefully got out of bed and crept around, gathering her clothes.

Cassius could feel that bed got lighter. The weight shift caused Cassius to stir in his sleep. Junis was so focused on getting dressed. Little did she know, Cassius was stirring from his slumber. When Cassius opens his eyes, he sees Junis getting dressed. Confused, he sits up, letting out a loud yawn, startling Junis. Junis quickly turns and nervously chuckles.

“You scared me, Cass!”

“Why you getting dressed? You don’t have class till the afternoon.”

“Because I should get going…” Cassius chuckles. Cassius gets on all fours and crawls closer to Junis, standing at the edge of his bed.

“But you’re gunna miss my famous French toast.” He teased, but Junis wasn’t smiling back. She looked remorseful.

“Ju, you good?”

“Cass, I love you.” She trails. Cassius knew what was next, aggravatingly kissing his teeth.

“Ju, not this shit again.” Junis shakes her head.

“Cass, I mean it.”

“I’m not letting you go!” Cassius argues.

“Just like you can’t let go of Zy’onna!” Junis exclaims. Cassius sits up, taken aback by Junis’ tone. He felt guilty as Junis had a point.

“Ju…” He starts, but Junis shakes her head.

“Your actions speak louder than the words you speak. It isn't fair to Zy’onna if I keep interfering with what you guys have.”

“JU WE HAVE NOTHING!” Cassius frustratingly shouts.

“If that’s the case, why are you still with her?” Junis calmly asks. Cassius opens his mouth, but Junis’ phone begins to vibrate. She looks down and sees Vemini calling. She answers the call, getting up.

“Wassup, Vee?”

“Aye, you going to Dr. Lambert’s class today?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Can you take notes for me for the class?” Junis pauses, looking back at Cassius. They share one last intense stare before she leaves his bedroom, closing the door behind her. She left again. Cassius thought to himself. His eyes began to water. He lost her again…

“Why do you need me to take notes for you?”

“Well…” Vemini bites her bottom lip as she looks over at Wootie, leaning back in the driver’s seat with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping her thighs.

“I’m out with Wootie…” Junis rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she leaves Cassius’ apartment.

“You gunna fail if you keep being up under that man!” Junis slightly scolds. Vemini rolls her eyes and waves Junis off.

“Gurl bye! As long as I have my cousin Junie helping me out, I’ll pass.” Junis rolls her eyes.

“Well, I’ll do it for you, but you owe me,”

“Aight, aight fine! I love you, cuzzo!” Junis smiles, nodding.

“Love you too.” Junis hangs up the phone, and Vemini looks over at Wootie, grinning.

“I got my cuzzo covering for me. So, I’m all free!” Wootie chuckles, shaking his head.

“You can’t keep missing class, ma. I don’t want no dumb bitch.” Vemini rolls her eyes.

“I’ma still get my degree, stop sweatin’ me.” Wootie sighs.

“You know, I just care ‘bout chu, ya know?” Vemini blushes, nodding.

“I know you do, papa.” She cutely replies, her voice in a slightly higher pitch. Wootie looks over at Vemini’s big purple eyes. Her eyes always did something to him. He huffed to himself, shaking his head while Vemini enjoyed the battle of arousal he was fighting with himself.

“Hmm, anyways I gotta make a play real quick, and then, we’ll go to Fun Stop.” Vemini nods. She opens the glove compartment, grabs the leather gloves, slips them on her hand, and grabs the leather holster that held the Smith and Wesson luger pistol. Wootie looks over and sees Vemini on go, which arouses him even more. He loved how down-to-ride Vemini was.

That was his rider, and "That’s on GD", he would say.

Junis sits in her car, staring at the building she just left, feeling the same pain that she felt when she lost her brother. She felt like she lost a piece of herself and regretted the decision to distance herself from Cassius. She felt so alone now that she removed him from her life. She rests her head on the steering wheel, holding back tears. She softly sniffles to herself.

Although Cassius was never hers, this felt like a breakup. She loves Cassius. She really does, but she’s not going to heal if she keeps using Cassius as a crutch every time she has a nightmare or needs to feel affection from a man. She was only hurting herself because no matter how much they said their ” I love Yous.” Or their “I need yous.” One thing remained the same; He was still with Zy’onna.

And there was nothing that she could do about it, but put herself first and leave the situation. Junis lifts her head, leaning against the headrest, fighting her tears. She was sad but also angry. Why was she crying over this situation?! She was mad that this situation was affecting her so much.

She takes a deep breath, and her phone begins to play “I Just Called to Say I Love You” By Stevie Wonder. Her mother was calling her. She clears her throat and makes sure she doesn’t sound like she is in distress. The last thing she wanted her mother to do was stress over her. Her mother had enough on her plate, she thought to herself. She answers the call.

“Hey, ma,” Junis says, trying to sound happy, but Janis knew her baby girl all too well. That small crack in her voice said otherwise.

“June bug, what’s wrong?” Her mother asked, concerned. Junis softly sighs.

“Ma, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.. How are you?”

“Don’t change the subject, June bug! Tell me, what’s wrong.” Junis sighs, knowing how persistent her mother was, and lets out a defeated sigh.

“Ma… Why does love hurt?” Junis asks. Her mother hums softly, nodding to herself.

“Well, June bug… I don’t have the answer to that. I wished I knew why love hurts, but I do know this.”

“What?”

“That the pain doesn’t last forever. I know it feels like it does, but after a while, it gets better and you soon realize that things happen for a reason. June bug, you’re still young and have a lot to experience. You’re gunna get hurt and disappointed a lot in life, but baby girl, dust off your shoulder and lift up your head. You will rise above this.” Junis sniffles, smiling at her mother’s wisdom.

“I don’t know how you’re so strong mom…” Junis admits, envious of her mother’s strength. Janis chuckles, shaking her head.

“I still have my weak moments, Ju. But neither your father nor your brother would want us moping around.” Janis reasons. Junis softly smiles, nodding.

“Yeah, you're right, and don’t let Sylas know I was crying over a boy, he might just haunt them,” Junis says, lightening up the mood. Her mother chuckles.

“Yeah, you're right. Are you feeling better, June bug?” Junis hums.

“A little, but I’ll get over it.” Janis smiles widely.

“Good! Well, I just called you on my lunch break to check in on you. I’ll call you when I get off.” Junis hums, nodding.

“Ok, don’t work too hard, ma.” Janis lets out a half chuckle.

“Those bills don’t pay themselves.”

“Ma, I still haven’t spent my leftover FASFA mo—”

“Oh, look at the time! I have to go! Love you! Bye!” Janis quickly says, hanging up the phone on Junis. Junis looks at her phone screen, appalled that her mother hung up the phone. She chuckles to herself, shaking her head. She puts her phone in the cup holder and starts up her car.

She stares at Cassius’ building one last time before smiling to herself…

It hurts now, but ultimately, it will be all worth it.

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