“Because what? Nobody will know except you, me, and him, and we ain’t gon’ judge you one damn bit.”
“I’m too old to be hopping on some random man’s dick.”
“I disagree. We are never too old to hop on a random man’s dick if he looks like Kilo and Knox. Shit, I might be doing exactly that if Knox keeps talking like he’s talking, not that I need another entanglement in my life.”
“I don’t know why I expected you to talk me out of this.”
“I don’t either. I’ve always encouraged you to do the right thing, and what could be more right than letting that fine ass man fuck you senseless after a five-year drought.”
I sighed. “You’re not gonna let me sneak out the back, huh?”
“Of course not. Even if you don’t leave with him, sneaking out the back would be whack. What would you say if you ever ran into him again?”
I looked at my watch. “I suppose you’re right. I think I can last until the event is over without jumping over the table and attacking him.”
“Good. Let’s get back out there before some hos snatch up our possible dick for the night. You know these women are vultures.”
I shook my head at my friend because she was a whole mess, but I loved her like she was my blood sister.
“You go ahead. I need to pee since I’m here,” I told her.
“Shit. Me too.”
After relieving our bladders, we washed our hands and returned to the mixer.
“I told you they were vultures. Do you see what I see?”
I spotted a woman talking to Kilo, and it pissed me off. I had no right to be mad because he wasn’t my man. I didn’t even know his last name, how old he was, if he had children, what he did for a living, or anything else for that matter.
I’d never felt more possessive of someone in my life. Before I could stop myself, I’d walked up behind Kilo, put my arms around his waist, then slid next to him as he lifted his arm over my shoulders. I stared at the woman who stood on the other side of the table where I’d been standing before going to the bathroom.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, looking up at Kilo.
He looked down at me and smiled before pressing his lips against mine. It was only a peck, but damn did my knees almost buckle.
“I’m ready. Let’s go. It was nice to meet you . . .”
“My friends call me Scooter,” she said with a smile.
“Scoot your ass on over to another nigga. This one is taken,” I said as we rounded the table and headed for the exit.
“Excuse me if I thought he was single since he’s at asinglesmixer,” she said with an attitude before walking away.
I had no idea what the fuck I’d done or where I’d go once I left the building. This was completely unexpected and not a part of my plan.
As soon as we stepped outside, my phone buzzed with a notification. I stepped away from Kilo and retrieved my phone. It was a text message from Skye, and I laughed before reading it because I could only imagine what she’d said.
Bestie:
I know that’s right! You betta go ride that dick, sis!
Let that man slut you out because you deserve every lick and stroke.
“What’s funny?” Kilo asked.
“Oh, umm, nothing. That was Skye telling me she saw us leaving.”
“Yeah. About that . . . What was that about, and where are we going?”
