“Yo, take yo ass on somewhere, nigga.”
“Or what?” Dreadhead says, stepping forward.
“I can either whoop yo ass or go pop my trunk," Ace says. "Your choice.”
Now there’s a spotlight on us from somewhere. Oh, wait, it’s the flash from somebody’s phone.
I tug my arm away to get his attention, but that just makes him grip it harder.
“I’m okay,” I tell the handsome man. “He’s my husband. Just leave us alone, please.”
He has the good sense to walk away, but Ace must have left his at the door. He turns his ire on me, and I shiver when I feel a gush of wetness flood my panties.
“Are you out yo motherfuckin’ mind?” he says through tight lips. “Drinking? With my fucking baby in you?”
“Fuck your baby.”
Well, that does it.
He yanks me off the bar stool and pulls me through the crowded lounge. A few women grab at me, asking me if I’m okay, if I need help, if they should call somebody, but I just cover my face with my hand to shield my eyes from the flashes.
Outside, the cold air bites into my skin as we come to a stop at the edge of the parking lot.
“Who the fuck was that nigga?”
“Some man. He bought me a drink.”
“Yeah, I saw. And you were about to drink it.”
“I sure was.”
He shakes his head. “This shit ain’t gon’ work, Raya. I’m not about to have my pregnant wife out here fuckin’ around, drinkin’, smilin’ in niggas’ faces.”
“I just needed a break.”
“From what?”
I point at my stomach. “Thinking about what you did to me.”
Tiff comes out just then, her eyes wide. “Are you okay?”
“She’s fine!” Ace snaps.
Tiff doesn’t look so sure.
“I’m fine. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“No the fuck you won’t.”
She waivers for just a second before she turns and goes back inside.
"You can't make me do anything," I say, stepping into his space. "You don't control me, Ace. I do what the fuck I want."
He steps forward until we're an inch apart, bringing his hand to my throat. I'm panting now, clit throbbing, mouth watering. I'm itching to get this man inside me, but I can't. I'm not giving him access after what he did.
No matter how bad I want it.
He's leaning forward, just about to slide his tongue in my mouth, when a woman's voice says, "Get off of her!"
