“Aye, clear this bitch out,” Whodie told the girls in the bathroom.
I stood in the mirror like his ass wasn’t standing there. Nigga had just told me I did too much to a bitch that approached me.
“Muthafucka, is you cool?” He asked.
“Nigga, are you cool? You just told me I did too much. What you want me to bow down to these bitches. Now I’m back to asking, are you fucking her?”
“No, I’m not fuckin’ her. You took what I said the wrong way.”
“Whodie, I don’t give a fuck what you was trying to say. The shit came off wrong. You literally did the most to a nigga I didn’t even give any pussy to.”
Just reminding him of it made him clench his jaw.
“You ain’t gotta give a nigga shit. All a bitch ass nigga gotta do is sniff ‘round yo’ shit and I’mma kill ‘em.”
I wet a napkin and pressed it on the scratch under my eye. Whodie walked up behind and slapped my ass.
“My fucking face scratched up.”
“Turn ‘round,” Whodie said.
“Whodie, I’m not about to go there with you. My high is blown because of this bitch. I’m ready to go the fuck home.”
He turned me around and sat me on the wet counter. The dress I had on flipped right up without a problem. He ran his finger through my thin g-string before he scooted me to the edge and slipped his dick right out of his jeans. As soon as he entered me, I threw my head back.
“You like showin’ niggas my pussy?” He asked, biting his lip.
“No,” I said as he pounded my pussy so hard my head was banging on the mirror.
We were so busy enjoying the moment, we forgot we were in the bathroom until someone walked in.
“Oh shit! My bad,” she said, rushing back out the door.
Whodie grabbed my neck and showed me no mercy as he stared into my eyes while he came.
“Bring yo’ ass on so we can go home. I’m not fuckin’ done,” he said.
His phone buzzed, then mine at the same time. Hollow had put us in a group chat.
I frowned because he hated group chats. I opened the message.
Hollow: They just kicked yo’ door in.
My heart dropped.
“What?” Whodie asked, seeing my face.
He finally grabbed his phone and stared at the message.
“Let’s go,” he said.
The club was still jumping. The moments we had just had had now faded. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. The night air hit me and Whodie, instantly sobering us.
“Fuck they got a warrant for you for?” Whodie asked.
“I don’t fucking know.”
“Dammit, man. Call Hollow and get some information.”
