Chapter 10
Shots! And fired
It was my second day on the job, and I was fully stuntin' in the six-inch glitter knee-high heels Clo had bought me. I wore my hair half-up, half-down, and our uniform for the night was a short metallic red dress that made my body look incredible.
Me and Mercedes were sitting in the locker room with an hour left before our shift started.
Mercedes looked amazing, rocking the exact same boots as me in pink, paired with a sexy light-pink teddy from Fashion Nova and a thirty-inch Barbie doll ponytail.
I was just chilling, trying to get my head right.
“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Mercedes asked, narrowing her eyes. “You were so cold to Clo when he dropped you off earlier. That nigga just dropped a heavy bag on you. I know he likes you—he’s taking you home, spoiling you, and footing the bill.”
“I know I like him; I just need time to think,” I sighed. “That bitch staking him out is the one who beat up my mama. My mom supposedly owes that guy Mario some money, and she got beat up pretty bad over it. I don’t need that type of drama in my life.”
Right on cue, the locker room door swung open. Red and Jaz—the bitch Mercedes had dropped the other day—walked in together. My blood instantly started to boil.
Mercedes placed a calming hand on my shoulder. “Ignore 'em.”
I spun my chair around to face them anyway. “Red, why the fuck did you put your hands on my mama?” I demanded.
Red sneered. “Bitch, who the fuck are you to check me? And ho, I don’t even know your mama.”
“Girl, didn’t you just brag about beating up that junkie for Mario?” Jaz chimed in, laughing.
That was all it took. I lunged at Red, knocking her straight into the lockers before she even had a chance to react. Jaz immediately jumped in, trying to swim on me, but I started mopping the floor with her ass. Out of nowhere, Red grabbed a fistful of my ponytail and yanked hard.
Before I could retaliate, Mercedes sprinted over and kicked Red right in the face with a heavy-booted heel.
Red went down instantly, out cold. We kept whooping Jasmine’s ass for what felt like five straight minutes until security finally burst into the room and broke it up.
A second later, Mellow walked in, looking furious.
“Lil' mama, you’re fine as hell, but I gotta let you go,” Mellow said, shaking his head. “Ever since you got here, it’s been nothing but fights. And Mercedes, if you weren’t my best dancer, I’d let your ass go too.”
I didn't even argue. I pulled out my phone and called Clo directly.
“Wassup, beautiful? I thought you were at work,” he answered.
“I got into a fight at work, and now I’m fired,” I said, my voice shaking. “I just want to leave this place.”
“I’m en route now. Give me five minutes,” Clo said flatly.
I grabbed my gym bag and walked outside to wait for him. Before I could even catch my breath, Juice walked up to me, biting his lower lip.
“Why you ain't text me back, pretty? I told you I want to elevate you,” he said, stepping way too close.
Irritated, I turned to walk away. The second I moved, he grabbed my arm.
Pop. Pop.
Two gunshots rang out through the parking lot. I snapped my head up. There was Clo, standing a few feet away, a cold smile on his face as he flashed his grillz. He and Juice locked eyes in a heavy, lethal stare-down.
“Why you always gotta put your hands on something that’s mine?” Clo asked, his voice dead calm.
Juice held his hands up slightly, though he tried to play it cool.
“Man, this bitch ain't nothing. You know I don’t go for fat hoes; I just needed someone to work the lot. You still mad about Gina? It ain't my fault she disappeared—she probably didn’t want to be around neither one of you dog-ass niggas no more.”
Clo didn't even hesitate. He walked over, grabbed my arm, and started pulling me toward the car like I weighed nothing. He shoved me into the passenger seat, turned back to Juice one last time, and dropped the warning:
“If I ever catch you around my lady again, I’ll kill you.”
By the time he got into the driver’s seat, sirens were wailing in the distance as an ambulance and police cruisers swarmed the club.
Me and Clo sat in the parking lot for a minute, watching the chaos unfold.
They rolled Red out on a stretcher with an oxygen mask strapped to her face, and a minute later, they brought my cousin out in handcuffs.
When I saw Jaz walking out talking to the cops, our eyes locked across the pavement, but Clo immediately threw the car in drive and pulled off.
“I know you’re coming home with me tonight,” Clo said, glancing over.
I didn't say a word. I just shook my head—partly because I was drained, but mostly because I didn't really have a choice anymore, and they had towed my car anyway.
On the way back, we stopped to grab something light, and I picked up a tuna wrap from Subway. When we finally pulled up to his house, Clo didn't waste any time. We jumped straight into the massive walk-in shower together.
He lathered the washcloth, washing me slowly from head to toe, his hands lingering over every curve until he was up in my core, cleaning me out. He guided me toward the back of the shower where the water didn't hit directly, bending me over the tiled edge.
I felt his warm breath against my skin, followed by the slide of his tongue brushing right across my clit. My pussy instantly soaked the tiles.
“Yes, Papi,” I moaned.
He gave my bare ass a sharp smack, sliding his tongue lower to swirl deeply against my hole before thrusting with his tongue. I could feel my juices sliding down my leg, and he neatly traced his tongue downward, gathering every single drop. The friction and the heat were driving me crazy.
“Please... fuck me,” I begged over the rush of the water.
He lined himself up and slid just the tip inside. I gasped out a sharp shit as it stretched me, feeling my walls grip him tightly. He pushed in halfway, the fullness hitting deep inside me. He started off slow, his thick dick sliding back and forth in a slick, milky rhythm.
“This pussy supposed to be mine,” he muttered, locking eyes with me as he kept up the slow, deliberate pace.
I was taking every inch, completely overwhelmed by how good it felt, too breathless to speak.
“You fucking hear me?” he demanded.
When I stayed quiet, he smacked my ass hard enough for the sound to echo off the bathroom walls. Before I could recover, he slipped a thumb deep into my ass. I gasped, my back arching.
“Baby, do you like that?” he asked roughly.
“Yes,” I whimpered, throwing my hips backward to milk every drop of friction from his thick shaft.
“Oh, fuck... this pussy is so tight,” he groaned, sounding frustrated. “I don’t know why you’re always giving me a hard time.”
He suddenly sped up his pace, hammering into me with heavy, deep strokes. I crested almost instantly, a loud shit slipping past my lips as my whole body clamped down on him.
“So you’re not gonna let this pussy be mine?” he growled, driving into me harder.
“Yes, it’s yours, damn!” I blurted out, completely flustered and undone.
With a final heavy thrust, he turned off the shower, scooped me up, and carried me dripping wet straight to the bed. He laid me flat on my back, diving right back between my legs to lick my swollen clit until my whole lower body was shaking.
Without warning, he slid his thick length back inside me.
“Shit, Papi,” I breathed, staring right into his eyes as he leaned down to kiss me hard. My own juices tasted rich and heavy on his lips.
He sped up his rhythm, pounding into me until a powerful wave took over, making me squirt all over his stomach. With one last deep, punishing thrust, I felt him fill me completely, pumping his hot seed deep inside my core.
We lay tangled in the sheets for a moment, catching our breath, until a sharp, urgent knock rattled the front door downstairs. We both threw some clothes on and hurried down to see who it was. It was Donny.