Page 23 of Know Your Place

I quickly tapped the code into the safe inside the closet I was crouched over. It popped open, and a key rested inside. “I got a key!”

“For fuckin’ what?” Beretta asked from behind me. He breathed quickly, like me. This shit was no joke. Not only were we running around the room, but we had to use our brains to the fullest. I was beat but excited that we almost had this shit figured out.

My mind whirred as I thought about everything we had found and done in the last thirty minutes. “The lock behind the keyhole in the first room!”

“You a genius, baby!” Beretta said as he took off through the door of this room. I was hot on his heels with the key. We raced through the second room and went back into the third room where the painting was. It was already hanging off the wall with a lock behind it, but before I could try the key, the timer went off.

“So sorry. You lose,” the irritating voice said. He had only spoken one other time since we told him we would give him five hundred dollars if he let us stay, and that was to remind us that we could call on him for hints. Both me and Beretta had told him to fuck off.

My face screwed up. “Lose?”

That wasn’t in my vocabulary. It didn’t seem like it was in Beretta’s, either, because he said, “Aye, fuck nigga. Get your bitch ass in here!”

A moment later, the door we originally walked through to get into this room opened, and the white boy who gave us instructions earlier timidly stepped inside. “I hope you enjoyed the escape room. It was nice having you. Now, if you could give me that money and⁠—”

Beretta hemmed the nerdy boy up by the collar of his shirt. “Put thirty more seconds on the timer before I beat yo’ ass.”

“Add an extra ten minutes, actually. I wanna get my pussy ate after we take this W,” I said with a big grin on my face. There was something about working as a team with Beretta that had my ass hot in the pants and ready to go.

Beretta glanced down at me with the sexiest smile before he looked back at the man dangling from his grasp. “You heard my lady. And since you’ll get a glimpse of her pretty ass pussy, I ain’t payin’ you shit.”

“And we need a refund, so go ahead and process that before we leave,” I added.

“I can’t . . . You can’t⁠—”

“Who can’t, what?” Beretta asked. His voice dropped to a deadly low, and my pussy leaked. Crazy for sure recognized crazy because the crazier his ass acted, the wetter my pussy got. “Because I know you ain’t tellin’ me I can’t do somethin’, and I know you ain’t tellin’ my baby no, so who you talkin’ to?”

“And before you answer that, just know that I fight niggas for fun.” I looked down at my nails as I spoke, not giving a fuck that we were harassing this man who was just trying to do his job.

“And I kill niggas for fun,” Beretta said.

“I . . . Okay, I-I’ll add ten minutes to the timer and process a r-refund. A-anything else?”

“Ten minutes and thirty seconds, white boy. Don’t fuckin’ play with us,” I snapped.

“Y-yes,” he stammered as Beretta put him down.

The man scurried out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind him. Beretta closed it before he turned and gazed at me. “My dick hard as fuck right now, Juicy.”

“My pussy is dripping,” I said as I took a step toward him.

“I think I like goin’ on dates.” He stepped toward me and wrapped me in his arms.

I giggled. “I think I do too. When you taking me on another one?”

“Shit, I’ll take yo’ sexy ass on one every mothafuckin’ day.” He kissed my nose and then my lips as the clock started once again, but we ignored that shit, too consumed by each other to care about escaping from this fuck-ass room.

We bullied that man so bad that he gave us a refund and three free sessions for future use. Not to mention, we made him delete the footage of us doing unspeakable deeds all over that room. Yeah, I would say our first date was one for the books, and it wasn’t even over yet.

We decided to skip the drinks and come straight to my place. Running the streets had earned me a lot of money, which meant that I lived a really good life. My home was big, and Icelynn loved coming over because everything we needed was within these walls.

She giggled when I picked her up and carried her up the stairs toward the master bedroom. Though we hadn’t had a lick of liquor, it felt like we were drunk. On what, I couldn’t tell you.

Love.

I ignored the little voice in my head and buried my face in her neck. She shrieked with laughter and kicked her legs.

“Aight, now. If I drop you, I don’t wanna hear nothin’.” I nibbled on her neck some more, and she squirmed some more.