5. Yeremy
Yeremy
Six months later
“ T wirl on the dick (Shake that ass hoe!) It ain’t my fault that I fuck better than yo bitch! I’m so fuckin’ sexy, you can’t even fake it!”
The bass was heavy in the club play Sexyy Red ‘Looking For The Hoes’ song. My knees felt heavier, I had both of them bent, hands planted firm right above them as I popped my ass like I didn’t have a single ounce of responsibility in the world.
I was feeling it, and the liquor had me warm and giggly. Strands of hair stuck to my forehead from all the dancing I was doing. Although my thighs was sore, all eyes was on me, and I planned on giving everybody in the club a show from my VIP section.
I had just survived back-to-back shifts at the hospital, dealing with blood, screams, and death codes.
Two weeks off felt like God himself opened up the sky and handed me peace.
I practically threw myself into work after I moved back in with Casper.
I enjoyed being a nurse, my coworkers was cool, but I was drained.
It was how I coped through the heartbreak that I felt from Ramsey.
I finally felt like I could breathe again, and a vacation was the perfect way to go about it all.
“ Shake that ass bitch, make them hoes mad! Show me how you fuck her baby daddy!”
The words to the song was raunchy as hell, but somehow made me want to throw my ass harder.
“Go friend!! Shake that big ol booty!” Bianca screamed over the music while recording me on her phone.
Shardae sat on the cushion laughing super hard.
I arched my back and made my ass clap to the beat.
My white mini dress was ruched and short; it rose high with each bounce.
I felt free, sexy, bad as hell until the Dj got on the microphone announcing that the Eastie boyz was in the building.
Bianca quickly nudged me as if the song hadn’t changed and I didn’t hear what the Dj just stated.
“That fine ass nigga, Sol, just walked in along with the rest of them fine ass Eastie niggas.” She leaned in close, fanning herself.
I blinked a couple of times trying to ground myself through the dizzy haze of Patron and all the flashing club lights.
I turned around and plopped down on the couch along with Bianca.
My eyes landed on Sol. He didn’t smile or even blink much.
From across the club, he looked at me, slow and thick like honey dripping from a spoon.
I crossed paths with Sol once at home. He was talking business with Casper.
I said bye to my dad without Sol even acknowledging or looking my way.
Tonight, he looked fine as hell, and all the bitches inside of the club knew it.
Their eyes was glued on him. Sol was dark-skinned and tatted under a black tee that clung to his chest like it was custom stitched.
His diamond chain looked heavy across his collarbone.
The waves in his head surfed with a crispy ass line up.
Behind him was his brother Fatz who matched his fly to be a big nigga.
The rest of the men trailed behind Sol and Fatz wearing all black with the same Eastie aura. Dangerous, clean, and rich as fuck.
I swallowed down my lust as he walked right past our section like he owned the club.
Maybe he did with the way people parted for him.
He slid into his section across from ours, dropping into the cushion like a king reclaiming his throne.
He leaned back and just stared at me. That stare crawled up my thighs and circled around my hips before landing on my face like a challenge.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to dance or even be in the club. My hormones raged; all I could think about was finally trying to get some damn dick.
“Girl, that nigga staring at you hard as hell. You want ’em? Cause if not, I’ll bust a move.” Bianca chuckled.
Although I knew she was playing with me, her comment about making a move on Sol pissed me off.
I got even more frustrated with knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I could do with Sol.
Fucking around with him, would be worse than it was with Ramsey.
I picked up my bottle of Patron and tried to get back in the same mind frame that I was in before Sol walked in.
“Girl do what you do, I ain’t tripping off Sol. Him and Casper close, you know how he is.” I uttered.
“Girl shut up, I was just playing. With how y’all was eyeing each other, you want his fine black ass. I’ll take the chubby nigga with the grill. Big baby fine and he look like he can cook.” Bianca giggled.
All three of us shared a laugh as we continued to turn up together. I tried to go back to dancing, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. It was like I felt Sol watching me without looking over at him. It felt like that man snatched the rhythm out of me.
“You need to sit down before you fall down.” Shardae said tugging at my wrist.
I gave in and flopped down laughing. My chest rose and fell as I gathered the courage to look back at Sol.
He hadn’t blinked once, and he was still eyeing me.
It wasn’t a lustful stare either, it was deliberate.
Like a warning and invitation, all in one.
The challenge in his eyes made me turn my attention to my drink.
I tried to take a sip from my glass and control my trembling hands.
“Yeremy, you good? We can leave if you feel like you reached your limit.” Shardae leaned against me lovingly.
Shardae and I were sometimes closer than Bianca. She was very observant and loving. Although Shardae was happily married, she always tried to make time for us when we went too long without hanging out.
“Hell naw, she fine! Plus, the club just warming up. Here, drink some water.” Bianca shoved a bottle of water into my hands.
“Girl, shut the fuck up. You just trying to find your next sponsor.” Shardae spat out, already getting tired of Bianca.
Bianca and Shardae was like oil and water.
They loved each other, without a doubt, but always had heavy banter between each other.
Bianca didn’t work like that but somehow kept her bills paid by doing side scams every month or having a man take care of her.
She also got paid to be a video vixen from time to time.
Men fell for her high-yellow complexion and pretty ass smile.
Bianca had a banging ass body; one of her men gave her the money for a mommy make-over.
She got her ass done and breast lifted. The club life was what she was used to at the age of twenty-six.
Shardae was the baby out the three of us.
She was twenty-four years old and still in school for her doctorates.
Shardae was soft spoken and married with no kids.
Her husband spoiled her and did everything for her while supporting and pushing her to reach all her goals in life.
Her and Arthur were high school sweethearts and had been together since ninth grade.
Shardae was a beautiful curvy chocolate drop.
Her sister locs were always twisted to perfection.
Shardae was soft spoken and carried herself with class.
I’ve known both of my friends since high school and out of all of us, Shardae was more mature at an early age.
“You sure you good, babe?” Shardae asked one more time for clarity.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I lied, licking salt from the rim of my glass.
The club felt hotter now, the music didn’t matter nor did the people.
Every couple of seconds, I looked over at Sol.
Each time I looked his eyes was on me like I already belonged to him.
I fidgeted, crossed my legs than uncrossed them, not knowing how to act all of a sudden.
He stood from his section like time owed him something and stepped out of the space with calm arrogance.
When I noticed him heading my way, my breath got locked in my throat.
What the fuck? His brother Fatz followed close behind with a silly grin on his face.
I smoothed my dress and got mad at my own actions.
I didn’t want to look like I was pressed.
I wanted to bite my lip but didn’t want to give him more than he already had in mind.
“Damn, I only came over because I thought y’all had all flats!” Fatz yelled over the music, stepping in front of Sol.
His eyes gazed down at our table in disappointment.
“Flats?” Bianca asked confused.
“Yeah, flats! Bitches love all flats. Me personally, I like flats, drums, and thick ass thighs. Chicken is chicken.” He shrugged, flashing his gold diamond grill.
My stomach knotted up as we all looked at each other and fell out laughing. Fatz chuckled and went to sit next to Shardae, leaving Sol in clear view.
“Order some flats! All hot!” Fatz pulled out a stack of money.
I loved Fatz’ personality already, and I could tell Bianca silly ass was feeling him too.
“You in the club acting like Casper ain’t ya Pops,” Sol said right in my ear.
He was so close with his deep raspy voice that I felt his lips brush across my earlobe. I shuttered and regretted that shit instantly. His hand swooped around my waist and pulled me close.
“Up in this bitch dancing like your body don’t owe nobody nothing.” He chuckled deeply in my ear.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I leaned my weight on him a little. Sol smelled expensive and masculine as hell. He was sinful, and he knew it. His hand left my waist and sat on the top of my ass.
“I’m on vacation, and I’m grown. Casper knows that, just like you do,” I finally managed to say.
“Come home with me,” he said, voice deep and steady.
“Why?”
“I ain’t bout to yell over the music in order to tell you what the fuck I want.” He squeezed my ass.
“What you want?” I teetered a little.
“I want what you want. One and done, we ain’t even pose to breathe in the same space, Ma.
I respect Casper but can’t help that his daughter want this dick.
I’ll give you this shit and feed you in the morning.
After that, whatever infatuation you got with me…
dead it. I don’t need Casper getting in his feelings over his baby girl.
When I turn to walk away, you tell your friends you’ll call them tomorrow then meet me out in the front.
Valet should have my whip ready by the time you bring yo hot ass on.
” Sol’s raspy voice tickled my ear drum.
For great measure, he bit down into my earlobe then released me.
Before he could walk away, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
I put my nervousness to the side and stepped into his personal space.
I looked up into his chocolate, smoldering eyes and searched them for a couple of seconds.
Sol was something cold, I felt it. The red flags was evident as hell.
Without a doubt I was going to follow him.
I didn’t know why I stopped him. He looked down at my hand on his wrist and smirked before looking back up into my eyes.
“The fuck up, Ma?” His voice felt like a strong hand cupping my pussy.
“You act like you God’s gift to the world. Like I’ve been praying and asking for God to send you my way.” I chuckled dryly.
His eyes dropped low, slowly roaming over my cleavage then down to my thick thighs. He licked his lips salaciously then tugged at the beard hairs on is chin.
“I guess yo hot ass lucky that it wasn’t me you was praying to. I answer prayers with punishments.” He bit into his bottom lip.
The club music thumped between us; my bottom lip dropped open.
“You always talk like that?” I asked.
“Only when I see something I might break,” he said as he leaned in just enough for me to feel his breath.
“Only if she begs me to.” He looked down.
My pussy clenched. I couldn’t breathe and forgot to blink. I couldn’t even stop the ache of need that rose high inside of me. Sol was not the kind of man you played with, and it was sad that I had already started to play.