I took deep breaths, trying to trick my mind that I wasn’t high, but the more I relaxed, the hornier I got. That’s when I felt a pair of hands on my arms, and I fucking melted. I looked at Kareem who was staring at me weirdly. “You good, Rich Girl?”
I glanced around, and either someone was moving or looked weird. Paige and Beans stood, heading toward the door. My eyes landed back on Kareem, then Samara. “Samara, where is your bathroom?” I asked.
As she lifted her arm, it was as if her body shifted away from me. “Wha-what the fuck,” I mumbled.
I stood from the couch and reached for the wall to guide me to the bathroom. I couldn’t even close the door before Kareem was coming in behind me. “Damn girl. Are you—”
His words drifted off, “Yeah, them shrooms hit your ass too. You feel it?”
“Shit, I feel something,” he muttered.
I had gone to pull him close to me, but stopped when I noticed a pulsing dark blue light around him that turned red. My blinking became rapid as he reached out to me, and I pulled away. “Wow. You're turning red,” I said as I tried touching the color.
“You’re high and so am I. Are we fucking or what?”
My mind had to be playing tricks on me, but if this meant what I thought it did, Kareem was harboring Demons that were riding his back.
PAIGE
PRESS PLAY
I wasn’t expecting Braylen to follow me. When he whispered in my ear to keep the secrets between him and me, it confused me. I was too open, but his being there made it hard. By the time I entered my apartment, the feeling that went through me took my breath away.
I tried my best not to panic, but something felt off. I heard the door close, and I knew he was right behind me. “I-I think something was in those drinks,” I mumbled.
“I feel it. I feel a lot,” he muttered. “Look at me,” he asked.
I turned around to see his low eyes staring at me. “Two truths and a lie,” he said.
My head tilted slowly to the side as an orange glow beamed from him. The way it radiated was as if intense energy was building. I pointed at him, “You’re glowing.”
Another wave went through me, and I gripped the corner of the wall. I started to feel like I was floating, shifting back andforth. I let out a sharp breath as my emotions started to change. “I-I,” I couldn’t get the words out.
He stepped closer, “I am scared. I am damaged. I am a monster. Which is the lie?”
I was in a panic state, and this nigga wanted to play a damn game. I opened my mouth as thirst consumed me. My tongue ran across my lips as another change of emotions came. I felt flushed and horny as hell.“Braylen, are you not high?”
He smiled, and my pussy thumped. “I am, and I’m trying to tame myself now, which one is the lie?”
Closer.
“Umm, that you are a monster,” I panted.
Closer.
“Wrong,” he said as he slowly got on his knees. “I am a monster, but I am scared is the lie. I want you, Paige, I do, but you have to promise me that you will give me a chance,” he paused.
I heard him, but right now I needed to exert this energy. I leaned down and kissed him. I tried devouring him as our tongues played with each other. His hand eased around my waist, bringing me down on top of him. “God, I love you,” I mumbled.
I froze because I was caught in the moment, and it slipped. “I’m high, I didn’t mean that.”
He pulled his lips away and inhaled deeply toward my pussy. “I can smell the lie,” he said as he lay in the middle of the floor, looking up at me. “You’re lying. I want you to tell me how you feel,” he paused as he pulled at my shirt, bringing me closer. “Tell me while you're fucking me.”
His breathing began to pick up. His lips curled upward, and a growl bellowed from his mouth. Braylen didn’t even bother topull my shirt off because he ripped it down the middle. He used one hand to pull my face closer while his other hand unlatched my bra. “Focus on me. Tell me how you feel. Let me worry about serving you this dick,” he told me before sinking his teeth into my skin.
“Ah!”I whined.
“I’m a dark nigga, Piggy, can you handle that?”
