“My pleasure, my brother. Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I’m about to go enjoy, alright. We gon’ party a little more before I let them run a train on me. You welcomed to join us. There’s enough for you.”
“Yeah, come on, baby. We’ll make sure you’re taken real good care of,” the one standing close to me purred as she took my hand. She was pretty as hell and looked like a good distraction.
I didn’t hesitate. I stood up, snatched my bottle from the table in front of me, then stepped in front of ol’ girl.
“Let me see your tongue,” I told her. She stuck her tongue out sexily, and I watched it damn near touch her chin. I was impressed, but also checking to make sure it didn’t have white residue on it.
I nodded in approval. “Let’s go.”
“Why we didn’t get an invite?” Jalen asked.
“Nigga, speak for yourself. I’m a married man. I’m trying to live to see my grandkids.”
We all chuckled. Sheena would definitely turn this party into a massacre behind my brother.
“Jay, take yo’ ass on before Raq come drown you in that damn pool,” Tray said as we laughed and headed back inside. Fuck Alicia Danielle Hill, Dancy, Calvert, or whatever the fuck name she wanted to use. If she wasn’t trying to change that shit to Cassidy, then there was nothing else to discuss.
The chick known as Cinnamon was bent over in front of me while I watched her touch her toes and clap her ass cheeks. “Private Show” by Chris Brown serenaded us while she danced for me. It’d been a minute since I’d watched some live entertainment. I had been too focused on completing school and starting my business. Instead of taking Cinnamon to one of the many rooms, I wanted to watch her dance since she told me she used to dance. I also needed a few more drinks before I took her ass down.
Cinnamon and the 1942 were doing a great job of distracting me from thinking about Alicia. We were in a private section of the house on the top level, where the stripper poles were set up. I had Zelle’d her a thousand dollars to be my distraction for the night, and so far, she had been doing a good job.
I was slouched down in the comfortable chair, watching her move her body in a beautiful rhythm that had me slightly hypnotized. I palmed both of her ass cheeks, then slapped them. I watched her fat ass ripple and became increasingly horny. I pulled her onto me, and she ground her hips into my lap.
“I’m ready to fuck,” I whispered in her ear, then kissed it.
“I’m ready to fuck you too, baby. I feel that big boy ready to play.” She giggled.
“You gon’ let him play in that mouth too?”
“He can play wherever there’s an opening, baby.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Basil.”
I looked up to see Sheena standing across from me with none other than the woman I had been in my feelings about. She was dressed in all white—a white cropped shirt showing off her slim waist, a white skirt that hugged them thick-ass hips like it was painted on, and white toes and fingers, looking like the perfect angel. She wore light makeup on her face, and her hair was wild and curly, making her look like a grown version of Chloe.
She was mad.
Pissed, actually.
I could tell.
Her cousin Rae stood next to her, frowning hard, but not at me. Her eyes were fixed on Cinnamon like she’d stolen money from her and was ready to pounce.
A light smile lifted on my face as I stared at Alicia, then I turned the bottle up, taking a shot to the head.
“What’s up, Mrs. Hill? What you doing here?” I asked.
“Basil, do not play with me,” she stated, face fixed into a frown.
“Why? I thought you liked playing games.”
“You need a minute, baby?” Cinnamon asked.
