Chapter 27
“S houldn’t you be…mmmmmm…Kez, you have to focus.”
Mark popped his head up, his lips glistening when he said, “I am. I’m focused on making you cum.”
He had her back against the wall on the side of the pool house, her leg over his shoulder, hands spread, her palms grabbing at the brick and getting no relief.
“I have…to go—ooh. Kez…”
He went harder. Tongue on her flesh, two fingers deep in her pussy, one in her ass. The intensity of the pleasure made her knees buckle, but Mark held her up with his free hand, not letting her fall. He would never let her fall.
She climaxed with a long, desperate moan she tried her best to contain. Satisfied, Mark stood to his feet, grabbing her, pulling her close.
“Come here, baby. Taste it.”
His lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, exchanging her essence, communicating solely in sighs and moans. Sunny was down tremendously bad at this point, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Alright, I gotta go,” he said as he pulled away. “Have fun.”
“You, too. But not too much,” Sunny added playfully.
The rehearsal dinner stopped more than it ended, with guests trickling out awkwardly as everyone tried, for Brooklyn’s sake, to pretend Mark wasn’t royally fucked.
Now, they were taking Davion to a strip club for his bachelor party. A silly, outdated past time in Sunny’s opinion, but boys will be boys.
Still shaky, she rushed to the dock on the other side of the house, where the women would board a yacht for Brooklyn’s party.
As soon as she was in view of the yacht, she heard it.
“You nasty.”
Sunny rolled her eyes at Tigra. “Says the woman flirting with a twenty year old.”
“He’s twenty-two, bitch, and how do you even know about that?”
“Through the magical wonder of sight!” Sunny teased. “Everybody and their mama saw you acting like a shameless hussy at dinner.”
Tigra snickered. “Why should I be shamed? I’m taking men’s lead on this since they swear they’re leaders. They done led me exactly where they’ve been for years—to the young meat.”
“Hey, if you like it, I love it.”
They boarded the yacht just as the sun began to dip below the horizon. It was a sleek, shiny vessel, sitting three decks high, humming with bass from the private DJ booth set up by the bow. A neon pink sign read Brooklyn’s Last Fling Before the Ring , glittering above a balloon arch of cream and rose gold.
A bedazzled and tiara’d Brooklyn stood near the bar in a sequined white romper, her smile brighter than Sunny had seen it since she’d been here. The two hugged, then Brooklyn handed Sunny a champagne flute.
“There’s a lot going on, but we’re gonna turn up. Right?”
Sunny clinked her glass against Brooklyn’s, downed the entire glass of frosé, then held it out toward a waiter for another.
“I’ll take that as a yes!” she cheered.
Tigra and Sunny laughed at the copious number of penises everywhere—penis shaped drink stirrers, penises on colorful toothpicks stuffed into hors d'oeuvres, penis shaped strobe lights, penis lollipops, and, of course, a penis cake.
“Dicks are so cliche,” Tigra remarked.
“And cheesy,” Sunny added.
“But it’s tradition.” Tigra smacked her lips. “This frosé is tasty as hell. Alright, when do we get moving?”
Daisy rounded the corner, drink in hand, looking somewhat relaxed for the first time in days.
“Ladies,” she greeted. “Glad to be around some women close to my own age. These screaming Gen Z-ers are tapdancing on my last nerve.”
The three of them clinked glasses to that.
“I hope y’all aren’t prone to seasickness. I was told the waves out here can get rough.”
“When are we leaving?” Tigra said.
Daisy downed her drink. “We’re waiting on one more guest. She just got to the villa.”
Sunny and Tigra exchanged glances.
The lowdown hoe bag eagle had landed.
Sunny downed another drink and was reaching for a third when the bitch walked in looking pretty enough to be irritating.
It got worse when Brooklyn ran over to give her a hug. Sunny felt a strange mix of anger, jealousy, and betrayal, which she knew to be totally irrational.
Tigra was barefoot now, and yelling over the music, dancing like the rent was due. Sunny decided to let her be for the moment, turning her attention to the ocean instead.
She heard Brooklyn behind her making the introductions. This is Fallon, Davion’s father’s fiancée . Sunny thought that was way too many syllables being wasted on such a worthless hoe.
She sipped her drink, feeling her muscles relax as the words began to mingle into a hum. The boat moved suddenly, throwing Sunny to the side, making her grab the railing for dear life. She laughed to herself, stood upright, and decided to be the bigger person here.
That lasted about five minutes.
Seeing Fallon in the center of Brooklyn’s friends, twerking as they yelled, “Aye, aye” and recorded themselves made her see red. Tigra was loyal, at least. She’d made fast friends with the captain.
Sunny was headed in that direction when Fallon intercepted her.
“Hey, Sunny.” She fanned her face as though she’d worked up a sweat doing something productive. “Good to see you.”
Sunny blinked.
“Can I hang with y’all?” she said, nodding towards Tigra. “I think I’m a little too old to be in with the in-crowd.”
Brooklyn walked up behind Fallon, while Tigra made her way over.
“You lost?” she asked as she stopped next to Sunny.
“We’re all good here, right?” Brooklyn’s eyes flickered over the little group. “I know there might be some tension, but I want everybody to have a good time.”
“I’m having an amazing time,” Sunny gushed as she reached for another drink. “Long as that bitch stays away from me.”
Fallon nodded, turning on her heels to rejoin the younger girls. Jules frowned as she passed her, wondering what was wrong.
“I must have missed something,” she announced.
“You remember,” Brooklyn mumbled. “The one who…” she trailed off, widening her eyes to signal Jules.
“The one who Davion’s father cheated on me with,” Sunny said matter-of-factly. “We’re surrounded by dicks, y’all. There’s no need to beat around the bush.”
Tigra snickered.
Jules gave a look of sympathy. “I feel you, Ms. Sunny. But it’s not about us right now, right? Let’s just all have a good time celebrating Brookie. Can we do that?”
Tigra took a sip of her mojito, her eyes narrowing. “That’s your best friend, right?”
Jules and Brooklyn nodded.
“Mmkay, well my best friend, this beautiful woman right here, is way too polite to say it. So I will.”
“Tigra—“
“This is way worse than just cheating,” she said over Sunny’s protests. “Ms. Fallon over there was her coworker. And friend. And the bitch done been to their house before.”
“Wait, what?” Brooklyn’s eyes widened. “You knew her?”
“Davion didn’t tell you?” Jules said, her eyes equally big.
“No. I had no idea.” Brooklyn’s face softened. “That’s terrible. If I had known—“
“If I had known, I would have started bullying the bitch as soon as she boarded,” Jules said.
Tigra pointed a finger at Jules. “Now we’re talking. I’m a mean girl from day one.”
“Bitch me too, the fuck?” Jules set her glass down and kicked off her Gucci flip flops. “You get her hands, I’ll get her feet. Let’s throw that hoe overboard.”
“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word.” Tigra took off her earrings. “Hope the bitch can swim.”
“Okay, stop!” Sunny said. “No. Jules, you had it right the first time. This is Brooklyn’s night. All this other stuff is between me and her, and I’m not gonna let it ruin her night.” She looked at Brooklyn. “This is the happiest I’ve seen you, so let’s keep that going.”
Brooklyn smiled, putting an arm around Sunny. “Yall heard my mother-in-law. We’re not throwing anybody overboard.”
Jules and Tigra sucked their teeth.
“But we could tie her ass up in the cabin down there to keep her out of the way.”
Jules and Tigra cheered Brooklyn’s suggestion.
“Yassss!”
“I knew you had some petty in you somewhere, bitch. Let’s gooooooo!”
Sunny shook her head. “I need another drink.”
The DJ dropped a Glorilla track and all the girls went crazy.
They were nice enough to let Fallon stay on the main deck, but word traveled fast. Nobody talked to her for the rest of the night, and the petty side of Sunny enjoyed that.