The tight red dress she has on barely contains her breasts and is short enough to expose her ass if she bends over. Heck, I think it might be visible without her bending. I’m getting quite the view from where I’m standing. Honestly, it’s not how I would want my girl to dress.
Other guys might find it hot, but not me. It’s one of the reasons I’ve never slept with her. I sobered up before I made that mistake.
“Would you have preferred I had done it in front of everyone?”
“I would have preferred you not try to dump me at all. Is this because of that new bitch? She’s a fucking freshman.”
“Don’t call her a bitch. This has nothing to do with her. I haven’t been feeling it for a while,” I bite out.
“Whatever,” she huffs and stands. “If that’s what you want. Just remember this is your loss.”
“I’m sure,” I mumble.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. I hope you have a good time tonight. I don’t want this to ruin your vibe,” I say and force a smile.
She stomps her way to the door where I’m standing and shoves her way by me. I don’t even care when she slams the door behind her. Leaning my back against the door, I close my eyes and exhale.
I already feel like I can breathe. I don’t know how I get myself into shit like this. Now that it’s over, maybe I’ll enjoy this party tonight.
I blow out a breath and push off the door. First things first, I need a beer. I’m not trying to get shit-faced, but a good buzz is welcome for sure.
I jog down the stairs. The party is now in full swing. Carly is in her usual spot with her friends, twirling her hair around her finger as she glares at me. I ignore her and her friends and head for the keg in the kitchen.
I fill my cup and turn to people-watch. A couple of my buddies surround me and start to chat. We’re in the middle of a conversation when the air in the room shifts.
“Dude, where has she been hiding? I’ve always wanted to hook up with a Black chick. She has to be the one,” Terry says, causing me to look toward the door.
Zah and Arlene have just walked in. Zahirah looks amazing. Her hair is down from the ponytail she was wearing earlier.
Her thick locks are now in deep waves, framing her pretty face as they fall down around her shoulders. She has on a pair of short shorts that show off her shapely, sexy brown legs, which I know come from years of running track and swimming.
On her feet are a pair of wedge heels that tie up her ankles, drawing attention to her toned and defined calves. The blue short-sleeved button-down she’s wearing clings to her breasts in a way that’s appealing but not a turnoff. Zah is effortlessly sexy.
Terry takes off in her direction, but I grab him by the back of his collar and lift him off his feet. He turns to look at me in shock. I don’t take my eyes off Zah as I speak my next words.
“Don’t even think about it. She’s off-limits,” I growl.
“What the hell, bro?”
I drop him as Jason walks over to her and tosses his arm over her shoulder. I bare my teeth and finish my beer. It’s when Corey walks over—pushing her hair back from her face, before pinching her chin between his fingertips to lift her head—that I’m in motion.
Jealousy courses through me, making me feel like I’m going to explode. I should probably take a moment to breathe and think, but I can’t get my feet to stop.
I walk over and tug Zah from Jason’s hold. Corey drops his hand away from her face and looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I turn to look down at Zah, she’s looking up at me with knitted brows.
“What are you doing here?” I say without thinking.
“Arlene was invited. I’m with her,” she says.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not? I don’t plan to drink. I’m not a liability.”
“Why would you want to be here? You should?—”
“Bentley, I don’t know what I did to you, but you can back off. I’m not here to tag along or be up under you. I’m not going to kill your vibe and I would hope you’d do the same for me. Enjoy your night,” she says, tugging from my hold and storming off with her friend in tow once again.
