“Yanna.”
“Yannakind of busy right now, so you gone have to call back,” he stated before reaching over and pressing the end button on the phone then turning to Yanna, smiling. “What you drinking?”
“Tequila.” She returned his smile. “You bold as hell for doing that. Talking ‘bout he gone shoot at somebody and his ass don’t even have a gun.”
“You sure about that?”
“I—damn, I don’t know.” Yanna laughed again, noting that she needed to shake Kas down for weapons.
Yanna’s newfound friend chuckled before he handed her the shot of tequila the bartender placed in front of them. They toasted and guzzled their shots down before he flagged the bartender for more.
“So, what that nigga do that got you sitting in this bar by yourself?”
“Fucked with another girl and let her record him, then stole and hid my phone for days so I wouldn’t find out.”
“So you ended up getting yo phone, ha?”
“Yep, he left it in the hands of the least deceptive cousin, who I guess, forgot to hide it and ended up dropping it right in front of me.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up.”
“Indeed. What about you? Why are you alone in a bar instead of out exploring this beautiful island?”
“I mean, I came here for a family event, but…. family is looking real unfamiliar these days.”
“Well, cheers.” She grabbed a shot from the tray the bartender placed in front of them and downed it, not bothering to wait for her friend to drink his.
“Damn, you really fucked up behind that nigga, ha?”
“Not gonna lie, I really am.”
The man leaned back with his arm on the bar, long lash covered eyes roamed her from top to bottom. The smile he gave made Yanna weak in the knees. “You know what they say is the best way to get over a nigga, right?”
“Yea,theysay a lot of shit that don’t make no sense.”
His golds showed as he chuckled, genuinely amused by her. “You cute as fuck, Yarra.”
“I know… and it’sYanna, nigga, Ya-nna.”
A few more shots and about twenty minutes later, Yanna was leaned against the bar, twirling her hips to the slow Soca tunes while his hand rested on her backside. He’d downed as many, if not more shots than she had and didn’t show any signs of slowing down. Yanna was too fucked up to care anyway. All she knew was that her feelings were hurt, and the beautiful stranger was making her forget all about it. The tequila shots were a big help as well. Their bodies meshed together as she swayed her hips, and his hands continued their exploration of her body. As if he couldn’t care less about patrons over-consuming, the bartender sat four more shots on the bar. Removing his hands from her body, her dancing partner slid one of the shots over to her.
“Fill me with as many shots as you want, but I won’t be fucking you,” Yanna affirmed.
“I believe you.” He smiled back at her, the look behind his smile stating he didn’t believe her.
“I’m serious.” Yanna was blushing, gaping at the fine specimen before her. “Besides, I don’t even know your damn name.”
“I said I believe you… and the name is Trell.”
1 hour later…
Yanna had always wanted to burst into a room, kissing a man while he rubbed his hands over her body, and it had only taken her 27 years to accomplish it. She didn’t even know how Trell had gotten out his key card to grant them access because they been all over each other since before the elevator arrived on his floor. They didn’t miss a step, placing copious amounts of kisses, licks and sucks on each other’s body parts while removing pieces of clothing in the process. Yanna couldn’t lie; Trell’s touch feltso amazing, but duplicitous at the same time. She wasn’t even the one-night stand type of girl, but fuck it, anything to numb the sting in her chest. Besides, he was right. She’d always heard the old heads saying the best way to get over one man was to get under another, and from what she knew, old heads were always right. Getting out of her head and officially putting the liquor in control, she stepped over her dress, which was already on the floor. Her stilettos were still strapped around her ankles, and she was way too tipsy to tussle with them, so she decided they could stay on. Instead, she reached behind her back and unclamped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“Fine as fuck, Ms. Yarra.”
Yanna didn’t even have the strength to correct him again on how he’d completely fucked up her name. All she could focus on was the pure lust in his eyes and wonder why Kas didn’t think the same. She thought he viewed her the same way, but if he did, there was no way he could allow another girl such intimate access to him. Perhaps they both had a hard time recognizing the difference between love and lust, but that was too much for her brain to comprehend at the moment. All she could concentrate on was Trell’s manhood springing from his boxer briefs as he completely disrobed. He gazed at her, smirk on his face, golds glistening as he cockily stroked the massiveness between his legs. The sight, mixed with the sight of the tattoos adorning his toned physique, had Yanna weak at the knees. Yanna was aware she was moving recklessly because all she knew about this man was his name. Yet, she figured if Kas could do it, then so could she. She moved how he moved, so if reckless was the theme for the moment, she’d rock with it.
“You have a condom?”
