Her head snapped back, and her eyes rolled. “Nigga please!”
Taking another shot, she poured me and her one up as we took them both back together. I promised to come back up and hang with her before I left. Tomorrow was Saturday, and we both had plans to meet at a spa. I smoothed out my dress and made my way out of her section, but not before King stopped me by calling out my name. The thick woman he had in his lap looked at me and rolled her eyes.
“You can’t speak Loni?” he smirked while tapping the woman on her leg, making her get up as he stood tall, dripping sex appeal.
“Hey King, how are you?” I asked, maintaining eye contact. He smiled at me, looked down at his watch, then back at me.
“Never better.”
He sat back down and resumed his focus on the woman he had with him for the night. I refused to play any games this man had up his sleeves. So, I turned on my heels and left out the section to mingle amongst the normal people. Making it down to the main dance floor, I enjoyed the club’s energy. I stood in the middle of the dance floor watching everyone twerk and move their bodies to the City Girls music. It wasn’t long before I joined them in dancing and dropping it low. I smelled the cologne ofa man before I turned around to face him and, when I did, I was pleased with how he looked. He was about four inches taller than me and his smooth caramel complexion was perfect, as he stroked his goatee.
“I’ve been watching your fine ass all night.”
He leaned in super close, making sure his lips brush against my ear lobe. I instantly got hot all over.
“Is that right.” I talked softly in his ear as his hands went around my waist like I was his. It felt so good to even be touched by a man. So, I threw my arms around his neck, as he kept putting his smooth ass game down. This man was fine as hell. Pink juicy lips, tapered fade, and he was dressed to the Gods. When he smiled, he revealed his iced out bottom grill.
“My name Monty, ma… what’s yours?”
“Layloni,” was all I could get out.
“Put your number in my phone. I’m fasho gone call you tomorrow.”
I smiled and did as he asked, thinking nothing of it. Our conversation was over and, just like that, I turned around and twerked this big ass booty on him. A weird part of me wanted King to see just what the fuck I was doing.
Chapter 12
Layloni
Istumbled in my apartment at four in the morning. I had a slight buzz, but I felt so good. I talked and danced with Monty all night. He ordered us drinks; then, I ended up chilling in his section. He was such a gentleman and listened to me when I talked. I didn’t plan on being in no relationship no time soon, but I knew it did not hurt to make new friends. Fumbling with stepping out of my dress, I found the light switch and turned it on while stepping out of my heels.
“You should start locking your door so strangers like me can’t enter.”
I jumped so hard, I almost lost my balance. “King! What are you doing in my home?” I questioned, covering up my bare breasts. I felt slightly embarrassed by the reaction I gave. He chuckled and just kept his eyes focused hard on me.
“Did you fuck him?”
One question required one answer, but I felt he was out of his place to ask me such a thing. “How do you know where the hell I live King?”
“I know everything about you, Layloni. You’re in my city.”
The way his eyes roamed my body made me highly aware that I was exposed once again in front of him. I wore nothingbut my laced thong. The ac had my nipples hard and I was tired of covering my breasts, so I dropped my arms. He licked those cinnamon lips, then widened his legs. My pussy started to throb like crazy, and I knew I was not thinking straight from the liquor. I was ready to take his fine tatted ass down.
“King, I think it’s best if you leave. It’s late and I’m ready to lay it down for the evening.”
Standing to his feet, he swaggered right over to me, standing only an inch away from me. “Answer my question, Layloni.”
“No, I ain’t fuck him, King! Is that what you think of me? I just met the man tonight… at least he talks more than you.” I rolled my eyes and stepped back a little, creating comfortable space between us.
“Breathe Layloni.”
“I am breathing King, now can you go!”
I was becoming frustrated. All he seemed to do was play with my emotions. He knew I couldn’t question or play a role I didn’t even have with him to begin with. It’s the exact reason why I cut off my contact with him. He helped me out majorly back home. I thanked him and even tried to repay him. I cut him off for the sake of rebranding myself and making myself fall in love with me before I fell for any other man.
“Go take a shower Loni,” he spoke softly.
Before I could protest, he lifted my chin and pecked me on the lips, all the fight and restraint I held on to evaporated. I wanted to be strong; I wanted to demand him to leave. I just couldn’t find the power to. This man was so demanding without even trying. He did things to me I couldn’t even explain.
