The way he talked, the certainty in his voice, the confidence in knowing that he could do everything he told me he could.
I was never the type to move for a man's pleasure. Him wanting to fuck me shouldn't make me want to leave with him. Only it was my own pleasure I was thinking about in this moment. Just one more time won't hurt. Especially if it is a secret and especially if I will have him all to myself tonight.
Chapter 8
Ari
The club didn’t start to calm down until about five in the morning, and even then, it was still packed wall to wall. The bass was lower now but still thudding through the concrete, vibrating up through the soles of my feet. Me and Tania were past drunk and ready to go home because staying out even later wouldn’t be safe the way we feel.
Cyn had left out of here about thirty minutes ago with that man she had the threesome with and I’m sure they were about to go fuck again. I’m not judging her. Shit, I was pushing her to leave with ol’ girl last night because she needed to have fun sometimes. Out of all of us, Cyn was the one who hadn’t explored her sexual life worth a damn.
We finally stumbled out of the section, shouting our goodbyes to all the fellas we’d mingled with, then pushed through the front doors where the cool Vegas air slapped me in the face.
We stood outside, waiting for an Uber, because our hotel glowed in the distance, close enough to see but too far to walk. My feet weren’t hurting too bad, but Tania was barely standing. She leaned into me, heels slipping halfway off her feet.
“I’m about to take these shoes off before my ankles give out.”
I snickered.
“Bitch, don’t you dare. This is Vegas. The ground probably has vomit, piss, and many other bodily fluids I don’t even want to think about.”
She laughed, then suddenly straightened up.
“Here comes your fine ass stalker.” She pointed towards the man who I genuinely didn’t mind stalking me.
Proctor was near the entrance, moving nonstop, talking into his earpiece, signaling a guard to shift someone back, scanning the crowd like he was counting heads. His black suit was crisp, tattoos peeking out at his collar and wrists whenever he moved. The way he walked had purpose. I could see that he was busy just by the seriousness on his face.
When his eyes caught mine, the cold mug slipped right off his face.
“You leaving?” He shouted from a distance.
“Yeah!”
He tilted his head to the side like he couldn’t believe what I was saying.
“You were going to leave without telling a nigga bye?”
“No! Come on, Tee. Let’s tell him bye. He did get us a section.”
We stumbled over to Proctor, who stood with two other guards dressed in black. He pressed his finger briefly to his earpiece, murmured something, then looked back at us.
Despite the professional look, the gun at his waist was visible, and the tattoos creeping out of his suit still reminded me that Proctor was everything other than a suit and tie ass nigga.
“You coming over here now because I called you out.” He flashed his perfect ass smile.
“No I’m not. I was leaving because I didn’t know where you were. But thank you for the hospitality tonight. This club is banging.”
“Oh yeah, for sure. Every club we run is like this, baby girl.”
His fingers lifted my chin for a second before his attention split to Tania.
“Did you have a good time too tonight?”
“Hell yeah, I did. I never wanna leave this place again in my life. I think I want to move here.”
“Nah, you don’t want to move here, lil mama. Vegas is cool for tourists, but living here is a whole different level of stress. Imagine the party never stops. Imagine staying in that club until the sun comes up, then doing it again and again and again every day of the week.”
“Yeah, I guess you're right. That probably can get old. But a couple of weeks would do me just right.”
