1. Kase Madoxx #3
It wasn’t perfume, and it damn sure wasn’t lotion.
The scent invading my nostrils was something else, soft, warm, a little sweet.
And underneath all that? That heat. That natural, subtle, undeniable smell a woman gives off when her body starts feeling something.
When her mind said no, but her thighs were telling the truth.
I leaned in more, lips ghosting her neck as I inhaled again, and I smirked.
“Damn, Wheels,” I muttered low. “You out here smellin’ like you tryna get pregnant.”
She froze in my arms.
“I—what?” she stammered, eyes wide, body locking up like I flipped a switch.
I chuckled, voice deep in her ear. “Yeah. You heard me. That little pretty scent comin’ off you? That’s all you. Don’t try to act like you ain’t turned on.”
“Kase…” she whispered, embarrassed as hell.
I pulled back just enough to look down at her.
“You blushing like I ain’t caught you slippin’. Pussy talkin’ louder than you are right now.”
Her mouth dropped, face glowing red, hands lightly pushing at my chest, but she didn’t move.
I grinned. “Relax, Wheels. I ain’t mad at it. Shit, I’d be offended if you wasn’t feelin’ me.”
Then I gave her one more grind, deep, slow, right into her hips. She gasped. Couldn’t help it.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I whispered, lips brushing her temple. “Ditch those glasses and that lil funky get up and I might let you see what it’s hittin for,” I said with a wink.
Blyss was frozen in my arms, red from her cheeks down to her damn chest. She looked like she wanted to disappear, vanish, or reverse time and never come to this club. Then she yanked herself back.
“You’re rude ,” she snapped, voice shaking. “You think this is funny?”
The shy awkwardness cracked just enough for me to see the fire under it.
“I wasn’t tryna clown you, Wheels,” I said, stepping closer.
“You were,” she shot back, voice rising over the beat. “You embarrassed me. Why? ‘Cause I’m not some Instagram model up here grindin’ back on you like a video shoot?”
I shrugged, one corner of my mouth tugging up. “Nah. Just caught off guard by how turned on you got off one little dance.”
She gasped, mouth dropping open.
Then I stepped even closer, eyes locked on hers, voice low and cocky as hell. “It ain’t your fault I made that pretty lil’ pussy purr, Wheels. Don’t trip. You ain’t the only one, shawty.”
Just as Blyss stormed off, face flushed and pride leaking with every step, she moved past my VIP section, trying to disappear.
But right before she cleared it, my date, still perched on the edge of the booth, legs crossed, glass in hand, casually slid her foot out like it was nothing.
Right on cue, Blyss caught it. Her body pitched forward with no warning, and she hit the floor hard, palms smacking marble, her little purse flying across the section.
A few people gasped, others laughed, and my boy on the end damn near choked on his wings yelling, “Aww damn, shawty!”
Diana leaned forward all fake-concerned, her voice syrupy sweet as she asked, “Oh my God, are you okay?” but the smirk on her lips said she knew exactly what the fuck she did.
I just stood there, watching. Shit, I didn’t move, didn’t react, didn’t say a word.
But I peeped it all. Then I turned right back around, sat my ass down in my own section, in my own club, and poured another drink like nothing happened.
Bottle still cold. Beat still knockin’. I built this place from the ground up, every light, every sound, everybody in here was movin’ because of me.
If shawty wanted to walk in like she ain’t belong, then trip up like she couldn’t hang?
That was on her. I was back in my zone, smirkin’, toastin’ to myself, watchin’ the city party under my roof like it was born to.
That’s when I saw Jace stormin’ toward me, jaw tight.
Here we go.
Jace stepped into my space without sayin’ a word and just stood there, arms crossed. Tuesday was behind him, lookin’ equally pissed, and yeah, I already knew what this was about.
“You serious right now?” Jace finally asked, his voice low.
I looked up at him from my seat, unbothered. “About what?”
“Blyss,” he snapped. “You let her get embarrassed like that. You pulled her onto the dance floor, clowned her in front of everybody, then stood there while your little date tripped her like it was funny.”
I raised an eyebrow, sippin’ from my glass. “She ain’t built for this. That’s not my fault.”
Jace leaned in closer. “She came here ‘cause she trusted you. ‘Cause I told her you wasn’t a dickhead like every other dude out here.”
Tuesday finally spoke. “That’s my cousin, Kase. She ain’t used to this kind of crowd, and y’all treated her like she was a fuckin’ joke.”
I looked at Tuesday, then at Jace, and gave the same half-smirk I always do.
“She came in here doin’ crossword puzzles like we at a fuckin’ book club,” I said, calm. “I tried to show her somethin’ different. That’s it. She fell. Shit happens.”
Jace shook his head in disbelief. “You need to grow the fuck up.”
I chuckled, poured another drink. “Nah. I just know what lane people belong in. And shawty? She ain't in mine.”
Jace stared at me like he didn’t know me for a second. Tuesday looked hurt. Neither said another word. They both walked off asI stayed seated, glass in hand, crowd movin’ around me like I was still the king of the night…………. Because I was that nigga.