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“Oooh. Don’t threaten me with a good time, sir.” Kwinn giggled. “Have a good meeting, though. I know it’s going to go great.”

“It will now that I talked to you.”

“Mhm. Gimme a kiss so you can go and focus,” Kwinn suggested, testing his gangster.

Grinning, Melo ran a hand over his coal waves. “Who you trying to turn me into?”

“My man. I mean, since we’re staking claim to one another and whatnot.”

Her conversation and thoughts from earlier were null and void. A relationship with a real nigga didn’t sound too bad after all. Kwinn could have her way with this shit if she wanted to.

“Yeah, I hear you. Here,” Melo said, puckering his lips into the screen to give her exactly what she wanted. “You better put that mothafucka somewhere safe, too.”

Giggling, Kwinn playfully caught it, placing it over her heart before dragging it down her chest and patting her pussy. “Safe as can be.”

Melo laughed loudly and shook his head. “You somethin’ else, my baby. I love that shit, though. I’ma call you in a minute, a’ight?”

“Okay.” Kwinn pouted, not wanting to get off the phone.

The call disconnected, and she sat there for a second, wondering why she felt the need to end the call another way. It didn’t feel strange because that’s just who she was. If she really cared about a person, she more than likely loved them. Platonically or romantically, most of her calls ended with both parties exchanging I love yous. Coincidentally, Melo’s calls with his people ended the same way.

Why would you tell this man you love him? She thought to herself and chuckled like the true lover girl she was. Maybe she was as delusional as Saiko’s ass.

“I’m tripping for sure. I just need some dick, that’s all.”

CHAPTER 11

All eyes were on Kwinn and her crew as they made their way back to the VIP section at Façade. They’d been sipping throughout the night, and a few of their bladders hadn’t stood a chance. Thankfully, a private bathroom was available for the special guests of the evening. Saiko led the line, with Kwinn behind her, Endie took up the third space, while Lauryn followed up the end.

“Y’all good?” Melo leaned down to whisper in Kwinn’s ear as she resumed her spot right beside him.

Looking fine as ever, as if he wanted to get fucked where he stood, Melo rocked a black vintage-style Re-up Mechanic shirt with a few buttons undone, showing off thick gold chains. Black denim and his newly released shoes complemented the fit.

“Yes.” She nodded, inhaling his cologne as she stared up at him.

As if she hadn’t been properly taking dick all week, Kwinn’s entire being filled with waiting, seeing the glossiness of his eyes. They were more than a few drinks in, and she was ready to take his ass down. Melo had pulled the freak up out of her, and there was no turning back.

“You better stop looking at me like that ‘fore I have Sarge pull the truck around,” Melo spoke against her ear and squeezed her ass.

The fitted leopard-print mini dress with cream and red flowers throughout the sheer pattern hugged every curve of her body. Red lace along the hem added a little extra femininity to the otherwise wild print, but not in a tacky way. Courtesy of her man, a Roberto Coin gold bangle and a classic tennis bracelet decorated her wrist. She’d bought him a Cuban bracelet, so he copped her two. They were going gift for gift, on some rich playa type shit.

“Don’t do that.” She giggled. “We’re having a good time.”

A good time was an understatement. Kwinn and her girls weren’t the sit-pretty-in-the-section type. At least not for this occasion. If they went out, they were turning up. There was too much ass clapping and high energy to sit idly by and not participate in the festivities. The DJ had the place rocking as Racks Blue thumped through the speakers.

Feeling their liquor and the lyrics, Kwinn and Saiko held stacks of money to their ears and rapped word for word with Mr. Hendrix himself.

“What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue? Ooooh,” they crooned.

Baby-free for the night, Lauryn tossed bills at a super thick stripper bent over in front of her, while Endie smacked her ass. Wanting in on some of the action, another entered the section and caught Kwinn’s attention even behind her oversized black shades. She and Saiko made it rain while Melo, along with his brothers and some EST members, stood back watching them show out.

“Baby in the all-black got it,” East said, stepping beside Melo. “That’s Kwinn’s best friend, right?”

Smirking, Melo nodded.

“Yeah,” East uttered, watching Saiko sexily roll her hips in the low-rise capri pants, showing off her lower back tattoo. For as short as she was at five-foot-four, she was super stacked, holding most of her weight in her ass. “I need that.”

“Since when, nigga?” Melo asked, humored by his sudden tenacity.