Chapter 14 Dreka
Chapter Fourteen
Dreka
“Dreka, you know you playing with fire, right?” Rae giggled as we waved at two niggas sitting in a VIP section of the club we were at.
“I’m a fire starter, baby, I ain’t never been scared. Plus, there’s no way that nigga gon’ find me. We’ll go back home tomorrow though, I know you got real responsibilities.”
“Bitch, so do you!” She laughed, tossing back her shot. “Like you don’t have a whole empire to run.”
I shrugged, tossed back my shot of 1942, and then made my way to the dancefloor.
We had already been drinking for the last hour, so I was beyond lit.
When the two fine niggas in the VIP section got up and started walking down, I licked my lips and began throwing ass like it was my job.
Rae was right beside me doing the same thing, and in a split second, I felt a massive pair of hands encircle my waist.
“Don’t stop now. You was putting on a show for a nigga, so let me see it.”
The voice that whispered in my ear tickled my pussy so bad that I thought I peed myself.
Glimpsing back to see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, I smirked and did exactly what he asked.
I didn’t give a fuck who saw me either. Xyleek wanted to embarrass me so bad, I hoped a blog saw me and made this shit headlining news tomorrow.
He needed to be humiliated just like I had been so many times before.
Song after song, I rolled my ass on Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome’s growing erection, and all I wanted to do was get bent over and punished. “What’s your name?” I turned to face him.
“Gahdamn you fine as fuck up close,” he bit the corner of his lip. “Yo nigga ain’t running around here, is he?”
“What nigga?”
“Ain’t you Xyleek’s shorty?”
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. “Fuck that nigga. Do you see him here? No. I’m my own shorty.”
“Bet,” he grinned and nodded. “My name is Rod.”
Glancing down, I giggled before our eyes met again. “Fitting since it’s so hard right now. You want to get out of here?”
“Shitttt, hell yeah!”
Gaining Rae’s attention, I let her know I was ready to go get my back cracked. She advised that it was a bad idea, but still left with me, and the two fine niggas. Since we’d gotten an Uber there, we rode with them back to our hotel because ours was closer than their crib.
“You sure you good, Drek?” Rae asked me when we reached the floor where our rooms were located.
I kissed her cheek. “I’m cool, babe. I’ll text you.”
She had that look in her eyes but nodded and let me go about my business.
My room was on one end of the hall while hers was on the other.
Tapping my key card against the lock, I let me and Rod inside of my room, and it was on after that.
There was zero talking, just lots of kissing, clothes coming off, and hands all over my body.
I shouldn’t have been thinking about Xyleek, but he crept into my mind like a damn thief, which irritated me. The sooner I had a new nigga inside of me, the quicker I could get over Xy’s ass.
Rod laid me on the bed and then kneeled in front of me, spreading my legs apart. “Mm, you wet as a muthafucka, girl. I know this pussy taste good.”
“Find out,” I instructed him with a wink.
Licking his lips, he pushed his face in my wetness and went to town. His head wasn’t as good as Xy’s, but it wasn’t horrible either.
“Angel, you really letting another nigga taste my pussy?”
I screamed when I opened my eyes and saw Xyleek coming out of the closet, dressed in all black. He wore black gloves and had his gun with the silencer attached in his hand, so I knew shit was about to go left.
“Y-y-you said this nigga wasn’t h-h-here!” Rod stammered, falling backwards against the nightstand with his hands up in surrender.
“Xyleek! What the fuck are you doing here?” I scrambled to my feet to grab my clothes, a towel, or something to cover my ass up with.
“What am I doing here? You had me wire you fifty bands so you could lay up with another nigga? Angel, are you dumb?” His voice sent a chill down my spine.
His tone was insanely calm, and he was only that calm right before he did something crazy.
“I wasn’t laying up—”
He put his gun to his lips in a silencing motion. “I don’t wanna hear it, baby. Tell this nigga sorry,” he waved his gun in Rod’s direction.
Slipping into my robe, I was confused. “Sorry for what?”
In one quick second, Xy put a bullet in the center of Rod’s forehead, causing me to cover my mouth and scream.
Did I know Xyleek was kill a nigga over me crazy?
Yes. Had he ever done that shit in front of me?
No. It wasn’t my first time seeing somebody killed, but that still didn’t mean I wanted to see it.
“For ending his life,” he took two large steps, closing the gap between me and him. “Why the fuck would you make me come here and do that?”
My eyes swelled, glancing between Rod’s slumped body and the psycho nigga I was unfortunately in love with.
“Stop looking at that goofy ass nigga or you gon’ piss me the fuck off, for real,” he gritted his teeth with his nostrils flaring. “You had your fun, now get your shit and let’s go. I didn’t even cheat on you, but I hope you feel good about letting that nigga put his mouth on what’s mine.”
Blinking rapidly, I was frozen in place as my mind tried to process what was even happening. “H-how did you f-find m-m-me?” I stuttered, pulling my shaking hands away from my mouth.
“You withdrew money from the ATM,” he kissed my forehead, tucked his gun, and held my hands. “Stop shaking, Angel. I’m sorry that I had to do this shit in front of you, but I need you to know there will never be another nigga who will get away with having you from this point forward.”
“You’re actually psychotic.”
“No, what I am is calm, and you should be thankful considering I just caught you cheating on me. Pack your bag, baby,” he smacked me on the ass and then took a seat on the bed as if there wasn’t a dead nigga in the room with us.
“Actually, take a shower first. I’m not eating pussy behind some random ass nigga, and I definitely plan to fuck you silly when we get home. ”
Staring at him in total shock and awe, I watched as he pulled his phone out and made a call for a cleanup.
While he was on the phone, he pointed at the bathroom door and mouthed for me to wash my ass.
Honestly, I was confused as hell, but I found myself moving and doing what the nigga asked.
Though I didn’t believe that Xyleek would kill me, when he got like this, he was capable of anything.
This wasn’t even Sleep that I was witnessing, it was just the extremely jealous side of Xy.
When I walked back out of the bathroom, it was two niggas I’d never seen before putting Rod’s body in a body bag.
“Did you brush your teeth and wash your face, too? I don’t want that nigga DNA on you or me.”
Blowing out a frustrated breath, I rolled my eyes and stepped back into the bathroom to clean my face up. By the time I came back out, the men were gone, and so was Rod’s body.
“Are you at least going to make sure his body is found?”
He looked at me like I disgusted him. “That’s yo nigga or something?”
“Xyleek. He has a family.”
“So do you. And you left your family so that you could come up to DC and get your pussy ate by someone else. You didn’t even look like you were enjoying it, Angel,” his fingers brushed against my cheek.
“Nobody makes you enjoy getting that clit sucked on like I do, so I don’t even know why you bothered. You ready to go?”
“I’m not leaving Raven.”
“Raven knows that you’re leaving with me, I already spoke to her,” he collected my duffel bag and purse. “She’ll be driving herself home in the morning. C’mon, Angel.”
I hesitated for a minute before reminding myself that Xyleek really would never hurt me.
Rolling my eyes again, I stomped out of the room but instead of going to the elevators, I went straight to Rae’s room.
He might’ve talked to her, but I needed to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth.
Plus, I needed to see that she was okay.
If he had just killed Rod, then there was a chance he killed her too for being involved in my shenanigans.
Rae opened the door with a knowing smirk while shaking her head. “I told you that shit was a bad idea.”
“How the fuck was I supposed to know he was in my room?”
“As possessive, obsessive, lovesick, and well connected as that nigga is, you knew he was coming for you,” she giggled and peeked down the hall at Xy, who was standing near the elevators with a mug. “You better go before he beats yo ass.”
I waved my hand in his direction. “Fuck him. Are you okay?” I looked behind her but didn’t see the nigga from the club. “Where ya boy go?”
“Xyleek scared him off, but I wasn’t really tryna fuck him anyway. Ima sleep this alcohol off and then head out in the morning.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself when I’m the one who made you come in the first place.”
“Dreka, I’ll be fine.”
Gnawing on my bottom lip, I shook my head and marched back in Xy’s direction. “We’re not leaving Rae here by herself.”
“She said she was gon’ be straight,” he looked at me with annoyance seeping into his facial features.
“I don’t give a fuck what she said! I said we’re not leaving her. I’m staying in the room with her, so we will see you in the morning,” I reached for my things, but the nigga had the nerve to back up. “Xy, give me my shit.”