I lifted my glass and poured the rest of my drink down my throat before standing to my feet. I’d been at this reception for hours now, watching them love on each other as if I didn’t exist, and I was over it now.
Waving them off, I exited the ballroom and headed for the elevators to my hotel room. They decided to hold the reception in the hall of the resort we were staying at to make it easier for Sincere. He stayed for a few hours before Havoc brought him up to his penthouse suite to rest.
My room was on another floor. At first, I was pissed off that I was going to be so far away from Havoc, but the way I was feeling right now, I was happy for the distance. He’d betrayed me in the worst way because he should have known that I was the best woman for him.
The elevator door opened, and I staggered on before pressing for my floor. I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes.
Just as the doors were about to close, they bounced open again, and someone stepped in.
“Uhhhh,” I complained, seeing it was Shakur. For whatever reason, this nigga just made my whole ass itch whenever I saw his face, and it pissed me off even more that he found the shit funny.
He looked at me and smiled. I was too pissed off to worry about him, so I just ignored him and closed my eyes again.
“We’re on the same floor?” he asked, making me look at him. I then looked at the panel and realized that he was right since only my floor number was pressed.
“Great!” I mumbled, which again he found funny.
“I really don’t understand why you hate me so much,” he said. I smacked my mouth.
Maybe because your fucking sister stole the only man I ever loved,was what I wanted to say, but instead I just waved him off.
“Leave me alone, Shakur.”
He simpered, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned up against the elevator wall. The rest of the ride up to our floor was silent, thank God!
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I stepped off first, not even bothering to say a single word to him, but just as I stomped to my hotel room, I remembered something.
I turned on my feet and rushed after him since he was walking in the opposite direction.
“Don’t ever tell me to behave, nigga! I’m not your bitch!” I yelled and pulled him around to face me.
For whatever reason, what he said to me that night had been messing with me, so I had to say something.
Shakur looked at me and smirked.
“You still mad about that?”
“Yes, because who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?!” I shoved him.
Shakur grabbed my neck gently and pressed me up against the wall.
“Don’t do that, Trini,” he warned me.
“Or what? What you gonna do about it?” I asked, challenging him. He was so close to me that I could feel his heart beating against my chest.
I looked into his eyes, and he was staring at me in a strange way.
I don’t know what came over me because before I could stop myself, I grabbed his face and shoved my tongue in his mouth.
Shakur gripped my face and kissed me back hard. His strong, big hands then roamed all over my body, igniting something deep inside of me.
He broke our kiss, took my hand, and led me to his room. I allowed him. As soon as he unlocked the door and we stepped inside, we were tearing at each other’s clothes like animals.
Shakur practically ripped the top of my dress and dropped his head to suck on my nipples.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back. As he sucked on my breasts, I reached my hand down, unzipped his slacks, and pushed my hands into his boxers. His dick was thick, hard, and full of veins.
I immediately dropped to my knees and took him to the back of my throat.
