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Her smell was fucking intoxicating and so alluring that I still smelled it even though she was across the room looking over the other employees as they brought smaller plates for the cake that another woman was now cutting into to prepare to serve. She fluttered around the restaurant and my eyes gravitates to wherever she landed, hoping that she came back over here to bless me with her presence again.

Feeling like I needed to take the edge off, I knocked back a shot then picked up my cold ice water to cool myself off and hopefully get my hard dick to go the fuck down.

“Shelby huh?” Sovereign got my attention; she gave me a pestering smile and shook her head. “Careful Teddy, us big girls are on a whole other level then what you seem to be used to. Once you go plus, going slim is slim to not happening again.” She tilted her champagne flute back then pulled out one of her cigars as Inferno chuckled and lit it for her.

“Sovereign is right lil bro, you got the same look that I had for Sove. Same look that I give a new fire that I ignite for the first time in my basement.” He eyed the torch that he used to light Sovereign’s cigar with never looking up at me. I shook my head and smiled because I had been caught. Even my sisters were looking at me with heavy curiosity.

“I mean, do you really want to be the type that tells people that their wife can’t cook a meal for them?” Roberto looked at Inferno and chuckled, picking up his champagne flute he took a sip then placed the glass back down.

“Shut the fuck up Berto.” Inferno looked over at his brother as I looked on in confusion but then it hit me what Roberto was getting at. Inferno didn’t allow Sovereign to cook for niggas at all. Whenever we came to their house, he had his chefs’ cook instead of her. He let it be known that his wife could only cook meals for him. I remember him saying that another man tasting his wife cooking was like knowing and getting a good insight to how good her pussy was.

Sovereign food was only on reserve for her and the kids with Inferno at the top of the list. We all fell out laughing as the waiter started placing slices of cake in front of us.

“I’m going to get going Teddy.” Luv stood up as I looked at her suspiciously.

“Take Passion with you, I’ll be home late.” I didn’t want to go home no time soon; I didn’t even want to see Jocelyn at all.

“Teddy, I was supposed to go meet with my friends.” She pouted and I gave her a hard look.

“Like I said take Passion and drop her off at home and while your there change your clothes. Don’t make me come out looking for you Luv, be home at a decent time. I will be checking the cameras.” She nodded her head and hugged Sovereign and Roberto then me, Passion did the same before they were headed out.

Happy that Luv didn’t give me a hard time by trying to debate me in front of everyone, I scanned the restaurant and disappointment hit me when I couldn’t locate Era.

“Her and my girl should be coming to the club with us tonight.” Debo finally spoke up never looking up from his phone. I guess his comment was directed towards me, he must’ve seen me looking thirsty searching the place high and low for Ms. Chocolate sensation. I wouldn’t take anything to the level of disrespect, hopefully I wouldn’t. I couldn’t even remember the last time I even got some pussy from my busy ass wife.

The club was packed and that no surprise, half of the people here already heard it from the blogs that I would be out celebrating my birthday in Hollywood. I sat all the way in the cut, the lights were dim and the music was so loud that I could feel that shit in my chest. I drank Dusse from the bottle and bobbed my head and chuckled every couple of seconds, Roberto was drunk and acting a fool with the strippers.

He was more prepared than all of us, he had two suitcases being guarded by his security. I believed the nigga when he said he had his accountant get him over a million dollars in ones for tonight. Our section’s entire floor was full of money covering the seats and floor. Strippers of all nationalities kept coming in rotation to make their money. I had my own ones that I casually tossed in the air making it rain.

I felt the effects of the liquor and didn’t really know what to do with myself. Sovereign had excused herself along with Inferno. Now it was just me, Roberto and Debo who didn’t really seem like he was interested in the club scene. Debo had brought a stud chick that he introduced as Honor with him she was real cool and her and Roberto clicked immediately. Era and her friends were on the dance floor which was good for me. I already reasoned with myself that I needed to stay far away from her.

Era had put on some shit that had all these niggas in the club oogling the fuck out of her. Her curvaceous frame was insane, the way her short white dress kept riding up her thighs and cupping her ass each time she bent over and twerked.

“Yo Debo, who the chick with your girl?” I looked up as Honor picked up a napkin and wiped the sweat from her face. A stripper walked over to us and gave us her ass as she dropped it down low and twerked. I threw a stack of money in the air and watched it rain down all over her.

“Ju’well.” Debo said as his eyes remained on the dance floor at the girl, I assumed he was into. He never stopped looking at her from the time we got in this bitch. It was like he was obsessed with watching her, I hoped that the niggas on the dance floor was smart enough to stay the fuck away from her. Debo name rang bells, he was well known and respected all across Los Angeles.

I also fucked with his street football team; Slaughter Gang gave back to the communities in need each summer. Debo was on some street legendary shit; he kept quiet most of the time, but he was a real ass nigga. That’s all I liked to be surrounded by was real niggas. I remember when he approached me after one of my games years ago thanking me for winning him lots of money on a bet he placed on the Packers.

“Ju’well, I like that name, I think I’ma go get at her.” Honor smiled; it still tripped me the fuck out how she looked just like a nigga with hella swag.

“Good, matter fact, tell all three of them to make their way over here.” He smirked mischievously at me. “Ay, Era is a cool ass chick. They don’t make females like her no more, she don’t know it but I fuck with her heavy. Hard ass worker and she runs my franchise well. She a good look for you, my nigga. Just look into her so you can know the ins and out.” He sat up and told the stripper something that I couldn’t hear. She looked back sadly and fixed her G-string and walked away. I didn’t plan on looking into Era because I didn’t need to, I had a wife and wouldn’t play Jocelyn like that even though she was treating a nigga like I wasn’t shit.

Ten minutes passed by and all three women were laughing and dancing in our section. They even had their own stacks of money and was slapping the strippers on the ass, having a good ass time. My eyes stayed on Era, the longer I watched her the harder my dick got. It was hard not to watch her; her skin was so fucking beautiful like God purposely covered her with dark chocolate to temp mankind into sinful thoughts of temptation.

Looking at the time, I noted that it was hitting on two in the morning. Roberto now had his shirt tied on top of his head sitting slumped with a bankroll still in his hand. A light skin stripper was licking all over his neck as he took a couple of sips from his Ace of Spades. Holding onto a handful of ass his eyes were low as fuck.

Debo was busy touching all over his girl and kissing her like they were in a high school make out session. I felt my own eyes getting lower as I leaned closer to Era. Feeling buzzed off the liquor and good I motioned for her to scoot closer to me. She smiled timidly as my eyes landed on her chocolate thighs. I don’t know what was coming over me but I whispered some corny shit in her ear. Her sexy voice sounded angelic and it did something to my battered soul.

“Sing to me Era.” I spoke clear right into her ear, placing my hand on her thick thigh, I felt her body get tensed. Her skin felt like silk and I couldn’t help the motion of my hand rubbing in a circular motion against the smoothness of her skin. She sung happy birthday really low and soothingly in my ear and I no longer heard the loud club music playing. I no longer saw strippers and it didn’t feel like I was surrounded by strangers in a packed club.

The more she sung in my ear the more intimate it was starting to feel. Her lips so close that I could feel her breath tickling my skin. Turning my face slowly until my lips were connecting with hers, I let my hands run up between her thick thighs and she opened them without any hesitation. My fingers moved her panties to the side and I was greeted by her hot wet center. Thrusting her hips to position her clit right on the pad of my index finger, I stummed that muthafucka like it was a guitar and watched her eyes shut tight in ecstasy. Her sweet alcoholic tongue roamed my mouth, I grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed until she was gasping right in my mouth.

“You tryna get fucked Era?” all that loyalty shit went out the window, I was in a heap of heat. My dick was so damn hard that I couldn’t concentrate on shit but the feeling of her contracting walls clenching down on my middle finger.

“Yesss Soulful.” She whimpered and that was all the confirmation I needed. I stood up ignoring everything and everyone except for Era. I had to have her; I couldn’t resist. The way that we connected with each other without knowing one another. I could blame it on my own intoxication or my wants overpowering my need to go the fuck home to my wife. Right now, all I could think about was the sweet taste of Era’s pussy being right on my taste buds as I licked my fingers that was soaked with her essence.

I stood back and watched her talk with her friends and when she was done, I led her to the back of the club where my driver awaited me. I had a conscience, but I was overpowering it with justified thoughts. Jocelyn didn’t tell me happy birthday, but Era sung that shit to me sweetly. Jocelyn wasn’t at home because if she was there at three in the morning, she would have been calling me, finding it unusual for me not to be there.