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They both cut their eyes at me.

“Who are you fooling, K?” Slider asked. “Everyone knows you like Raina. Even Drizzle.” He chortled.

I looked up when I heard voices. My heart rate increased and my dick jumped when I laid eyes on Munch. She wore black leggings with sneakers and a blue Vipers shirt. I noticed Carmen and Isis wore the same thing, but they didn’t look as good as Munch.

“Ladies,” I spoke when they got closer.

The three of them responded with a “hi” at the same time. Before Munch could walk away, I grabbed her elbow.

“I ain’t seen you all day, and you just gonna walk away?”

She looked around the room before she looked back at me.

“I spoke to you, Kane. I don’t want to make your groupies upset.” She looked toward the door and smirked when Drizzle came in with her eyes laser focused on Munch and me.

“Don’t play with me, Munch.” I rested my hands on her waist and pulled her close, not to hug her, but to show her and everyone else in here that I was feeling her. “I don’t give a fuck about none of them.”

“Do they know that?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“I never lied to anyone, but I’ll make shit known if need be. You tell me how to move, and I’m moving, baby.”

I heard Slider and Tech talking about me from the side, but I didn’t pay them any attention. I knew I was simping behind Munch, and I hadn’t even had the pussy yet.

I pulled her closer and sniffed her neck. “You smell so fucking good.” I kissed her neck, then pulled back some.

“Thank you. I have to go finish setting up so we can eat.”

“You just ignore what I said?”

“I’m not ignoring you, Kane. Now is not the time to talk about this.” She looked around the room again.

Multiple people looked in our direction. Some sported smiles, and some looked like they couldn’t care less, so they went back to whatever they were doing. Drizzle and her homegirls looked like the room stunk. It was funny that they had this dislike for Munch, but I fucked all three of them. They should have had that energy for each other.

“Aight. I’ll let you go for now.” I kissed the side of her mouth, then released her.

She blushed, then went to join Carmen and Isis behind the bar. They asked her questions the minute she got close enough.

I shook my head, then joined Slider and Tech. I wasn’t sure where Rico was, but I knew he would make it at some point.

“I should have taken a picture of that whole scene,” Slider said. “I mean, her little ass got the womanizer out here showingaffection and shit in front of everyone. She got the get stank crew hating,” he joked. “Love to see it.”

“What’s going on with y’all?” Tech asked.

“First of all, I never was a womanizer,” I said to Slider, and he smirked. “And to answer your question.” I focused on Tech. “Shit, I don’t know, but I’m feeling her, for real. And before you ask, I know she’s younger than me, but she doesn’t act like it. I’m trying to see where shit go for real.”

The two of them looked at each other, then back at me.

“I can’t believe it, but I’m happy you decided to take someone seriously. She seems like a good look for you. At least from what I’ve seen,” Tech said.

I glanced at Munch. She had her head thrown back as she laughed at something one of the girls said. I could see her being a permanent fixture around the clubhouse, and not just as the bartender.

A few minutes later, Isis let us know it was time to eat. Everyone sat at the tables that were added for this occasion, and after someone blessed the food, we dug in.

Different conversations were had while everyone ate. The girls made sure everyone had what they needed. Munch opened up to more people than she did when she first came. Multiple people liked her being the bartender. They said she didn’t give them attitude like Drizzle did.

I watched Munch as she made drinks for people and talked to almost everyone. I noticed she hadn’t eaten, and I didn’t like that.

“Munch, come eat.” It wasn’t a question. She wasn’t going to give anyone else shit else until she ate something. That was another thing that was new for me. I didn’t give a fuck if a chick ate or not, but Munch wasn’t a random chick.