Boogie clapped me on the back. “Dawg, you only get one resurrection. We celebrating proper.”
We slid into the plush U-shaped booth, already stacked with bottles—1942, Henny, Belaire, and something in a smoked glass bottle that looked dangerous and expensive.
The music switched—Futuredropped, and the energy amped up. Me and the bro's rapped every word, voices loud, arms thrown over each other’s shoulders like we were back in college.
Shots were poured. Glasses clinked. Beautiful women came over, dancing and trying to entice us. My frats were all onboard, but even with the shots in my system I wasn’t a hundred percent comfortable. So…I just offered polite smiles, nothing more.
One light-skinned woman with tight curls and a tight dress, leaned over the arm of the booth, finger tracing my chest. “Damn, you always been this fine or is it the lighting?”
Her perfume hit me first, her touch followed. I chuckled shifting slightly to ease out of her reach. “Lighting must be working overtime tonight.”
She smiled like she wasn't used to resistance, her eyes glassy from liquor or amusement, I wasn't sure.
Boogie leaned over loud in my ear. “Let her rock! She bad, bruh!”
I shook my head, smiling but firm. “I’m chilling. Ain’t about that tonight.”
I could feel her eyes still on me, curiosity mixed with a challenge. I didn't wanna be rude, so I looked out over the crowd instead—bodies moving, drinks spilling, the night in full swing.
But without intending to, my mind drifted home. Wondering how my son was doing. Thinking about my wedding photo hanging in the hallway. To the quiet prayer I whispered hours earlier. A heaviness settled on my chest as I sipped my drink. The effects of the liquor and weed couldn’t quite cancel out the ache in my heart. I ran a hand down my face.
Boogie slid next to me “You aight?”
No…but I nodded anyway. Didn't want to make him feel bad after he put this whole thing together for me. “Yeah. I’m good, bro. Just taking it in.”
Boogie gave me a look like he didn't believe me. He could read me like a book. He clinked glasses with me. “Just try to relax, Rem. I know what you’re thinking, andMelois good. You deserve to live, my guy. Dri would smack the shit out of me if I let you stop doing that.”
I smirked and nodded because she definitely would. In college the three of us were like the Three Musketeers. He was actually the one who introduced us.
A quick flash hit me—Kendrix in a crowded fraternity party, dancing and laughing while I stood there pretending I wasn’t already hooked. The way she looked at me that first night…like she already knew what we would be.
I glanced over at him. “I know, dawg. Appreciate you. For real.” I downed the shot. Maybe a little more liquor would loosen me up.
As the night continued, I adjusted to the element. I even allowed the light-skinned woman—Precious—to get me to dance. I stood with my hands around her waist as she wound and rolled her ass all over me. She was awakening a sleeping giant with her moves and my dick naturally responded.
Precious smiled sexily, pressing her back closer against my chest. She reached back, snaked her arm around my neck, and drew my head closer to her. My head dipped down to accommodate.
Her lip brushed against my ear. “I feel you, baby. Just know that you can have it if you want it,” she spoke into my ear.
I blinked, taken aback by her boldness. I forgot how forward woman could be when they wanted something. But…shewasbeautiful. Maybe a night of hot, passionate sex was just what I needed. Iwaspent up after all. I didn’t give her a confirmation just yet, I just smiled and squeezed her waist. “Noted, love,” I replied simply.
“Aight now," she raised her brow, smiling. "Don’t let all this good pussy pass you by tonight,”
I chuckled. Precious kissed my jawline and continued to grind against me.
Out of the corner of my eye, something—or rathersomeonecaught my eye. A leggy, thick vison in short, black lace and stilettos. The diamonds on her wrist, neck and ears, caught the light. Her hair hung in long waves down her back. Her skin glowed.
I watched as she strutted to the middle of the dance floor holding the hand of her friend—equally as beautiful, with long platinum blonde hair and brown skin. It was like the crowd parted for them recognizing their power.
I was immediately drawn to black lace though. Her head was thrown back as she danced with her friend, her hips rolling to a beat that was just her own. Raw sensuality rolled off her. No mandared approach them. No one was brave enough. Women held on to their men tighter as they danced freely—unashamed and not giving a damn who was watching.
I was struck. I had never seen someone look sofree.Uninhibited. A woman who looked like she owned any room she walked in. I didn’t even realize I was staring and had stopped dancing until Precious tapped my chest. She was facing me now, her brows knitted together in a scowl.
Precious rolled her eyes. “Damn…you want me to go get her for you?”
Yes, I thought. But I shook my head. “I’m sorry about that,” I spoke into her ear. I've always been a gentleman, and although Precious wasn’t a woman I planned to pursue, I still didn’t want to disrespect her.
My apology warmed her right back up. She smiled softly and ran her hand up my chest. “It’s okay, boo. I’m all the woman you need. Trust me. Sis ain’t got shit on me.”
