CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sosa
I pulled up to Allure around midnight, my all-black Hellcat sitting pretty in the VIP parking spot. The bass from inside the club was thumping so hard I could feel it in my chest before I even stepped out the whip.
I ain't really wanna be here, But Sheree had been blowing up my phone like a fucking crazy woman, after that shit at lunch, talking 'bout "we need to talk" and "come see me at the club.
" I knew what the fuck she was on, but I needed to dead this shit before it got out of hand.
Yah-Yah already was looking at me sideways after Sheree came up to our table acting all familiar and shit.
I locked my car and headed to the entrance where Big Mike was working the door.
"What's good, Sosa," he dapped me up. "She waiting for you upstairs."
"Bet."
I walked through the club, past all the niggas throwing ones at the dancers on stage, past the bar where bottles was getting popped every two seconds.
This was Sheree shit, she had opened this club about six months ago and it was already one of the hottest spots on the West Side. Shorty always had a good head for business.
I took the stairs up to the second level where her office was at. The door was cracked open and I could see her sitting behind her desk, counting money. She looked up when I walked in and that same pretty ass smile I remembered spread across her face.
"There go my baby," she said, standing up.
"I ain't your baby, Sheree. Let's get that straight right now."
She laughed like I was playing, walking around the desk in them heels that made her legs look crazy. She had on a tight ass dress that ain't leave nothing to the imagination, her hair done up all nice, makeup on point. Sheree always knew how to look good, I'll give her that.
"Why you being like that, Sontae? I just wanted to see you."
"Nah, you wanted to pop up on me and my girl at lunch like you ain't have no sense. What was that about?"
She waved her hand dismissively. "I saw you and wanted to say hi. That's a crime now?"
"It is when you acting like we still fuck with each other like that. We ain't been together in years, Ree. You can't be pulling no shit like that when I'm with Yah-Yah."
"Yah-Yah," she repeated, her voice dripping with attitude. "So what, you don't know me now? We got history, Or did you forget?"
"I ain't forget shit. But that was a long time ago."
She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume. "Don't act like you don't remember what we had. You was my first, Sontae. My first everything."
I felt my jaw clench. Yeah, I remembered. How the fuck could I forget?
Me and Sheree got together when we was both sixteen.
She was this church girl, always dressed nice, always smiling, voice like an angel when she sang in the choir.
Her mama was the pastor of one of them big churches on the South Side, real strict and real holy.
She ain't want her daughter fucking with no nigga like me.
A hood, getting money in the streets, sagging my pants and wearing my hat to the side ass nigga.
But Sheree didn't care. She was drawn to me the same way I was drawn to her.
We was young and in love, or at least what we thought was love at that age.
She used to sneak out her mama house to come see me, and I used to take her everywhere.
to get food, to the movies, just riding around the city.
I was her first kiss, her first time, her first everything.
We was together for two years. I thought we was gon' make it. I was planning on getting us a spot together when I got my money right, getting her out her mama house so we could really be together. But then her mama found out about us.
I remember that day clear as fuck. Sheree called me crying, talking 'bout her mama was going through her phone and saw all our messages.
Pastor Williams showed up at my mama crib the next day, bible in hand, talking 'bout I was leading her daughter down the path of sin and destruction.
She told me to stay away from Sheree, said I wasn't nothing but a thug who was gon' end up dead or in jail. Two weeks later, Sheree was gone.
Her mama shipped her ass off to Dallas to stay with her older sister, got her enrolled in school out there, the whole nine.
Sheree called me crying, talking 'bout she ain't wanna go, talking 'bout she loved me and we was gon' figure it out.
But her mama wasn't playing. She cut off Sheree phone, changed the number, and blocked me on everything.
Just like that, shorty was gone.
I ain't hear from her for three years. By that time, I had moved on, or at least I thought I did. Got more money, got more bitches, got more problems.
Then one day she popped back up in Chicago, talking 'bout she missed home and wanted to start her own business.
She reached out to me through some mutual people, but I ain't really fuck with her heavy after that.
She did me dirty by disappearing like that, even though I knew it wasn't really her choice. But still. Shit hurt.
"I know you remember," Sheree said, her hand coming up to touch my chest. "I know you remember what we had."
"Yeah, I remember. I also remember you leaving me high and dry because your mama ain't like me."
"That wasn't my fault, Sosa. You know my mama was on my ass. She wasn't gon' let me stay here with you."
"You coulda fought harder. You coulda stayed."
"I was nineteen! What you wanted me to do? I ain't have no money, no place to go. My mama was paying for everything."
I stepped back, putting some distance between us.
"Look, I ain't tryna rehash old shit. That's in the past. I just came here to tell you to fall back.
I got a girl now and I'm tryna keep shit solid with her.
So all this popping up on me, calling and texting my phone and acting like we still fucking with each other, That shit gotta stop. "
Her face fell, and for a second I almost felt bad. But then she stepped closer again, her hands sliding up my chest.
"Sontae, listen to me. You were my first love. Since I’ve been back in Chicago all I been thinking about is you. I know I fucked up by leaving, but I'm here now. I'm successful, I got my own shit, and I want you."
"Ree—"
"I still love you," she said, her voice soft. "I never stopped loving you."
Before I could say anything else, she kissed me.
Her lips was soft, warm, tasting like whatever drink she had been sipping on. For a second, just a second, I kissed her back. Old feelings came rushing back, memories of us together, all them nights we spent wrapped up in each other.
I pulled away, putting my hands on Sheree shoulders and pushing her back gently. "Shorty, chill. You can't be doing that."
"Why not?" She looked up at me with them pretty brown eyes.
"You telling me you don't feel nothing?"
"It don't matter what I feel. I got a girl, Ree. I'm with Yah-Yah."
"But do you love her like you loved me?"
I ain't answer that. Because honestly? I ain't know. What me and Sheree had was different. We was young, dumb, reckless. What I got with Yah-Yah is more mature, more solid. But that don't mean I ain't feel nothing for Sheree. Shorty was my first love too.
"You ain't answering," she said, a small smile on her face. "That's because you know I'm right."
"Ree, you gotta let this go. We ain't the same people we was back then. Shit changed."
"I know. But that don't mean we can't try again." She stepped closer, her hand sliding down to my belt. "I just wanna show you how much I missed you."
"Sheree—"
"Please, Sosa. Just... let me."
I should've stopped her. I should've walked out her office right then and there. But I didn't. I just stood there, my mind racing, my body betraying me as she undid my belt.
"Ree, I got a girl," I said one more time, but my voice sounded weak as fuck.
"I know," she whispered, dropping to her knees. "But right now, you with me."
She pulled my dick out, her hand wrapping around it, stroking it slow. I closed my eyes, my head tilting back as she kissed the tip, her tongue swirling around it before she took me in her mouth.
Fuck.
I forgot how good Sheree was at sucking dick. She knew exactly how I liked it, using her hand and her mouth at the same time, taking me deep, moaning around my dick like she was enjoying it just as much as I was.
My hand came down to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as she used her mouth to make magic happen. She looked up at me, her brown eyes locked on mine, and I felt my stomach twist with guilt.
I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't stop.
She took me deeper, her throat opening up as she swallowed me down, and I groaned, my grip tightening in her hair. She gagged a little but she ain't stop, just kept going, kept sucking, kept taking me deeper until I felt like I was about to lose my damn mind.
"Fuck, Ree," I muttered, my hips moving on they own now, fucking her mouth slow.
She moaned again, her hands gripping my thighs as she let me use her mouth however I wanted.
Spit was dripping down her chin, her lipstick smeared all over my dick, and she looked so fucking good on her knees, looking up at me with them pretty ass eyes.
I felt my nut building up, that familiar tightness in my stomach.
"I'm 'bout to cum," I warned her. She just sucked harder, faster, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
I couldn't hold it no more. I came hard, my whole body tensing up as I filled her mouth.
She swallowed every drop, licking me clean before pulling back and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I missed that," she said, smiling up at me.
I just stood there, my chest heaving, and my mind spinning.
What the fuck did I just do?