Chapter 18 #3
“Fuck, I knew I should’ve kept my ass in the house.
” Kalil couldn’t believe his night was heading the way it was, but he should’ve known such would be the case when playing bodyguard to Yanna.
He said a silent prayer, asking the highest power to keep Yanna in check when he inevitably lost control of his senses.
A groan escaped Yanna’s lips as she rubbed two fingers over her right temple.
Her head was pounding, feeling as if someone had been beating on it with a hammer.
She swallowed, attempting to quell the overwhelming dryness in her mouth.
Hungover was an understatement. Squinting one eye, she glanced at her alarm clock, seeing it was nearly noon.
She groaned once more, reclosing her eyes and pulling the covers to her chin.
Almost as soon as her eyes closed, she popped them back open, startled as she shot straight up in bed.
What the hell? Yanna didn’t have an alarm clock.
Focusing her eyes, she allowed them to roam around the room.
Basic wooden furniture, a mid-sized TV mounted on the wall, and a picture of some random beach she was sure wasn’t even in Virginia.
She was in a hotel room. Like there was a fire at her feet, Yanna jumped from the bed and noticed she was completely nude.
A quick assessment of her body informed her she’d been having sex.
But with who? As far as she could tell, she was alone and didn’t remember much of anything from the night before.
Horrified, and not even wanting to stick around and see whose hotel room she was in, Yanna hurried to pull on her clothes, which were in a pile by the bed.
Once dressed, she grabbed her shoes and phone and tipped toward the exit.
Just as she reached the door, the sound of a flushing toilet in the bathroom caused her to stop in her tracks.
She wanted to run, but her feet wouldn’t move as the bathroom door swung open.
“Oh, hell no.” She shrieked when she laid eyes on the last person she expected to see.
“Ah, fuck.” Kalil grumbled when he noticed Yanna. He woke up still intoxicated and hadn’t even bothered to see who the unknown female occupying the bed next to him was. “What the hell did you do?”
“What did I do? Nigga, what did you do?”
Kalil’s eyes traveled to his boxer brief-covered crotch, the answer to her question becoming apparent.
He looked around the room as the events of the previous night flooded his recollection.
“I said, Kalil, don’t go down to that club playing babysitter Let cuzzo handle his own shit.
My dumb ass just had to be a fucking mediator.
” Kalil paced back and forth before stopping abruptly and whisper yelling.
“Yanna, why the fuck are you still here?! Don’t that nigga Kas got yo’ location? ”
“Oh shit, he does.” Yanna replied, about to make a dash for the door, but the sound of groaning from the suite’s second Queen bed halted her with fear. “Who the fuck is that?” She panicked, backing into Kalil.
They watched together as a blanket covered body rose from the bed. Seconds felt like eons as they waited for their surprise guest to show themselves. Finally, a tattooed arm emerged from the cover, causing the veil to fall.
“The fuck?” Kalil cursed.
“Kill me now,” Yanna whined. “Trell?”
“You too loud, love, pipe down.” Trell groaned, grabbing onto his head.
“Oh my God, did I let y’all run a train on me?”
Trell swung his legs over the side of the bed, forcing himself to sit up. “Well, technically, for a train, it’s gotta be at least three niggas. This would’ve just been considered a threesome.”
“Kas was right, I’m a hoe. I am a nasty, dirty hoe.” While Yanna was losing her mind, a cough sounded from the other side of the suite.
All three heads swiveled around the room, trying to figure out who the fourth person in their quartet was. Suddenly, a head popped from beneath a white sheet spread across the pull-out sofa.
Kalil gasped, covering his mouth. “A fucking orgy.”
“No, not an orgy,” Nisha corrected. “How fucking drunk were y’all?”
“Well, wait, what the hell happened? Nisha, where the hell did you come from? Why are we all waking up in the same hotel room with no clothes on?”
“Because we were fucking.”
“All of us?!” Yanna shrieked.
“Yes… But not interchangeably.”
“What? Nisha, just please tell me exactly what happened.”
“Okay… well, when I got to the section, you and Mr. 9th Ward over there were practically fucking on the couch. I mean, I saw him, but I didn’t see his hands, and you looked like you was riding a wave.
This pretty piece of man right here just grabbed me up, pulled me onto his lap, and started kissing me.
” Nisha paused, taking an over-exaggerated deep breath before continuing.
“After all that excitement, I asked if y’all wanted to parking lot pimp.
When we got outside, I pulled another bottle from the trunk, you yelled shot o’clock, Kalil told you y’all needed to get back to Dinwiddie before that DJ kill y’all.
You said you hoped his cousin got hit by a motorcycle then y’all tussled a bit---”
“But how did we end up here, and what the hell happened once we did?”
“Oh… well after y’all little quarrel in the parking lot, 9th Ward and Kalil started talking about some girl named Londyn and her husband feeding Kalil to an alligator that lives in Louisiana. I don’t know who suggested we hop in an XL Uber, but that’s what we did, and we ended up here. Then---”
“I was sitting right there on the couch, you started twerking in a split and I told you to do it on my face,” Kalil blurted, the night’s events slowing coming back to him.
“Yes. You. Did. And you ate… literally.” Nisha bit into her bottom lip. “I guess we were putting on quite the show because the next thing I knew---”
“Yarra had all that ass in my lap,” Trell threw in, also starting to piece together his night. Years ago, he would’ve never been so reckless, but these days he truly didn’t give a fuck about much.
“Yep, and it was on after that. If we had filmed the shit, we’d stand to make a lot of money. Yanna girl, I didn’t know you were so flexible. I was looking at you and wild hair fucking and I can’t lie, it was turning me on so much.”
“I’m so glad I don’t remember that shit.” The last thing Kalil wanted was imagery of the girl his cousin was in love with, fucking another guy, while he was in the room. “Ight, Yanna, you got to get the hell out of here before Kas checks yo location. You need me to Uber with you back to the club?”
“Hell no, I’ll take a Lyft to my truck. I—I got to go.
” Yanna didn’t allow Kalil to say anything else before darting out of the door.
She ran all the way to the elevator and out of the hotel, hiding behind a pillar while she ordered her Lyft.
Her normal breathing pattern didn’t return until she was safe in her rideshare, pulling away from the hotel.
The hotel was close to the club, so it didn’t take much time for her to get to her truck.
As soon as she arrived home, she stripped from her clothes and examined her body.
The sticky feeling between her legs disgusted her because it was a clear indication that protection hadn’t been used during her forbidden sexual romp.
As she washed sweat and shame from her, she willed the recollection of what she’d done to disappear down the drain as well.
One thing she knew for certain was that no one…
not even her cousin… could ever find out about what she’d done.