I stepped off the elevator and walked into my room. I turned on music, but not rap. Not yet.
“Body & Soul” by Anita Baker.
It was Sade’s favorite song. I caught her listening to it on repeat, probably thinking bout her nigga and not me.
I stripped out my clothes and headed to the shower. I turned the water on hot. I stepped in and let the water scold me.
Even with Alana and Nia on the way, all I could think about was Sade.
Her face. Her smile. Her straight teeth. Her hair. Her scent. Her laugh. Her body hugging me. How soft her ass was.
I didn’t want to sexualize her. She was more than that to me. But damn, thinking about her made my dick hard. I stroked it for a second, then stopped.
It was wrong.
Like I said, she deserved more than sex. She wasn’t a cumrag like her friends.
I washed up and stepped out, dick still hard.
I could hear knocks on the door that sounded like more than one person.
My headaches had arrived.
I tossed on a pair of gray sweats and socks. I finally opened the door, and they looked mad more than confused.
Nia was holding a card and her usual overnight bag. Alana had a bottle of Azul and was carrying a big Louis Vuitton tote.
I smirked. “Glad y’all could make it.”
“What the fuck is this?” Alana said first.
“Yeah, Vaughn, I know it’s your birthday and all, but you can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m serious as fuck. Now come in.”
They were mad, but ain’t hesitate to come in.
I took the bottle from Alana and opened it. I was still faded from the club, but being numb was my goal.
“So what is this, Vaughn? You know me and her are friends.” Alana flopped on the bed.
Nia laughed. “Friends? More like a girl I hang with when Laila gets us together.”
“Bitch, don’t start showing out for this nigga,” Alana replied.
“Showing out? You forgot I had him first.” Nia glared at him.
“Don’t matter, bitch. It’s about who gon’ keep him.”
I took another sip of the bottle.
“Y’all making my dick soft. And all that arguing ain’t gon’ mean nothing when y’all let me watch y’all fuck.”
Alana laughed. “What? I don’t like girls.”
I walked up to her, took her hand, and made her rub my print.
“You do tonight.” I handed her the liquor.
