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“Nigga, I got yo thot pocket.” She popped him upside his head.

The girls gave each other hugs, and said their goodbyes, while I dapped up my crew before we all headed our separate ways.

CHAPTER 15

Ava Gray

On the way to Ethan’s place, I was still in party mode. I was a little tipsy and extremely horny. Tonight, I had experienced my first lap dance from a fine stripper, and it was definitely giving. I planned to give Ethan his own little show as soon as we stepped through his door. The whole car ride, I laughed because I still couldn’t believe Ace did Aja so dirty. All I can say is I was glad I wore my real hair. If that nigga would’ve snatched my shit in public, I would’ve been so embarassed. He played entirely too much, even when he was serious.

It was Aja’s idea for us to get on stage when we noticed them niggas up in VIP. Her plan worked because we definitely caught their attention and everyone else’s in the building. It didn’t bother me that Ethan was enjoying himself. Shit, who am I to get jealous? Okay, I’m lying. I was a little jealous.

Why? Maybe because there were feelings developing for this man when they shouldn’t be. I kept telling myself we were just having fun. Nothing exclusive. I was still tied to a situation that hadn’t been resolved yet.

“What the fuck?” Ethan huffed as we pulled into his driveway.

There was someone standing on his porch. From a distance, I couldn’t make out the silhouette because it was so dark. Once whoever emerged and walked toward his car, I realized it was a woman. Ethan put his car in park and shut it off.

“I’ll get the door for you,” he said before getting out.

“Babe, I’ve been calling and texting you,” I heard the woman say.

From what I could tell, because I didn’t hear a response, Ethan ignored her as he opened my door. Taking my hand, he helped me out.

“Wow, who is she? We have one misunderstanding, and you go find someone else?”

Whoever this chick was, it definitely wasn’t Zenobia. This girl was a little shorter, and she had an accent.

“Hell no, EJ! This is what we’re not about to do. We’re not going to throw away what we’ve built because I lost my temper for a split second. I told you I was sorry, baby. You’ve been ignoring me for too long. Call this bitch a Lyft, so we can work this out.”

“Did she just go there?” I asked myself aloud. “Oh, okay.”

I started removing my hoop earrings, so I could drag this smut up and down the yard.

“Oh, yea, bitch. About my man, we can take it there! What’s up, hoe!” Ol girl bucked.

I didn’t need to touch my shoes. I kicked them muthafuckas off so fast. As soon as I took a step toward her, I was stopped.

“Chill out.” Ethan grabbed my hand.

“What? Do you hear her? I’m not about to allow this bitch to disrespect me! Ethan, you got me fu–”

“Amore!”

I didn’t know what the hell it was, but when he called me by that name, he had my full attention. His tone was commanding, shutting me up mid-sentence.

He stepped to me toe to toe, his frame towering over me. His eyes penetrated mine in the dark. With my hand in his, he gave me his keys.

“Go in the house. Undress, then get in the shower.” He gave me simple instructions.

I wanted to say something, but the look in his eyes told me not to.

“Oh, I see what this is.” The girl chuckled. “You’re training this bitch to be your new sub?”

I thought about laying this girl out as I walked past her. Ethan must’ve read my mind.

“Keep walking, Amore.”

“Amore? What a cute pet name,” Ol girl taunted.