Prologue #2
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” A deep voice crooned as he held me around the waist. When I glanced up at the tall gentleman, I gulped. While part of his face may have been covered, his jawline was strong, and his eyes were alluring.
“It’s okay. I’m kind of short in comparison to you.” I wanted to smack myself for being so lame, but I had no idea what else to say.
“I guess you have a point.”
There was an awkward silence between us for a moment until he took my wrist into his hand. His head tilted as if he were pondering his next move, and I wondered if he could hear the wild beat of my heart.
“Did you come here alone?” The handsome stranger inquired. Well, I assumed he was handsome, given the rest of his body seemed to be handcrafted by the man upstairs.
“Umm, no. A couple of my friends are here with me.” I glanced around but couldn’t spot any of my girls.
“You seem a little out of place. Is this your first time coming to one of these events?” His comment was more of an observation than flirtation. A part of me wondered if he was even interested in me.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Hell yeah. I’ve only been to a few myself, but it’s cool. The experience is whatever you make it.”
I bit down on my bottom lip to conceal my nervousness. The deep cadence of his voice caused my body to react in unexpected ways.
“You smoke?” The question caught me off guard, but I nodded eagerly even though I shouldn’t have.
He led me out of the room and to a back exit of the building.
I should have been afraid to be with a stranger in a place I was unfamiliar with, but instead, I found myself comfortable with him.
His presence gave me a sense of safety I hadn’t expected.
We passed the blunt back and forth as silence hung in the air. It was surprisingly comfortable as the cool air gave me goosebumps.
“What are you looking for?”
I peered at him, waiting for him to elaborate on his question.
“I mean, these parties can get pretty wild at times, and you seem like the type who barely leaves her house. What are you expecting to gain from this night?” Before I had a chance to respond, I received a message in the group chat.
“Give me one moment. I need to make sure my friends are okay.” I informed him, tapping the message to see what they were discussing.
It must have been louder than I thought inside because I completely missed the previous conversation between my girls.
I read those messages first as I made my way down.
Raylee: I’m going up to the room with my new friend! If you don’t hear from me in the next hour, I might have been kidnapped. Don’t worry, though. I think I might like it.
Samara: The guy I was talking to was boring, but I found two other ones that I’m interested in.
They are friends, and they want to have a threesome.
Tonight is turning out to be better than expected.
Peace! I hope you are somewhere letting someone fuck some sense into you.
You need this night more than any of us!
I scrolled down to the recent messages, and my nerves went wild when I saw a video attached. As much as I loved my friends, I never wanted to see them having sex. My finger hovered over the play button as I prayed it wasn’t something too bad.
The video that played was a video of a man eating a woman’s pussy. It confused me for a moment until the camera zoomed in on the person’s face. I bit back tears as I watched the video play out. It was only thirty seconds long, but it seemed like an eternity as my heart broke even further.
Time stood still as I tried to process why I was even seeing this video. Samara sent it in the group chat, but I couldn’t understand why. When I read the caption, I felt numb inside.
Samara: She posted this on her private story.
Apparently, she’s crashing out because Chop claimed he was done with her.
I probably shouldn’t have sent this, but I wanted to stress the point that you have no reason to feel guilty about anything that happens tonight.
Even if you decide to take him back, make him feel it in his chest, bitch.
Raylee: Damn right. I’m sorry, boo, but she’s right.
He might have ended things with her, but this shit was disrespectful.
You know I wouldn’t encourage you to do anything that would hurt you, and as much as I don’t want to agree with Samara, she has a good point.
Make that nigga feel it in his chest. I love you.
Instead of crying, the only emotion I recognized was anger.
It was hurtful to know my man cheated on me, but seeing the visual evidence of his having sex with someone else sent me spiraling.
I stuffed my phone back into my purse and focused my attention on the stranger who had been occupying my attention for the evening.
“You asked me what I wanted to get out of this. If I’m being honest, I’ve had a rough week, and I just want to feel good. I need this night to take away the pain I’ve been feeling, even if it’s only for one night.”
The silence returned as he finished off the blunt.
The edible finally kicked in, calming my nerves instantly.
Even my anger subsided, although I knew it was only temporary.
Once he smashed the rest of the blunt onto the ground, he shifted his body towards me.
His hand extended towards me, and I grabbed it with no hesitation.
I never asked a single question as we got into his car and then pulled into the parking lot of a luxury hotel.
Being a gentleman, he came over and opened the door for me and held my hand as we walked through the lobby. He retrieved his keycard and swiped it to activate the elevator. I texted my girls to share my location and let them know I was safe and in good company.
Raylee: Be safe and use those condoms.
Samara: Hell, if he’s cute and his charts are clean, let him hit it raw.
Raylee: Hell no!
I smirked as the two of them went back and forth. The soft elevator music played as we ascended to floor twenty-two. He took possession of my hand once again and led me down the hall until we got to his room. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes were as big as saucers.
It was a suite, and it was breathtaking.
The color themes were black and gold, and it almost looked like someone’s apartment.
There were beautiful pieces of art on the walls and small scriptures placed throughout the space.
I removed my shoes, followed by my coat, which he took from me.
I followed him around the suite as he grabbed a few things.
When he offered me a water, I accepted because I had consumed more liquor than I intended.
There was a slight awkwardness in the air as I continued to trail him like a lost puppy. I watched as he removed his suit jacket, dress shirt, and then his pants.
I should have been nervous, but instead curiosity flowed through me.
While he was sexy with clothes on, it didn’t do him justice.
His muscles were thick and well-proportioned.
There was no doubt in my mind that he spent every day in the gym, and it paid off in a major way.
He sauntered around the room without a care in the world.
When he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, I stood there looking out of place, unsure of what I should be doing.
“Do you want to go first? I don’t mind waiting.” His head gestured towards the bathroom. A part of me was sad he hadn’t offered to take a shower with me, but then again, we weren’t familiar with one another.
“I’ll go first. I don’t have any clothes to change into, though.”
He chuckled lowly as he closed the distance between us. With him standing in front of me, I could barely manage to form an appropriate thought.
“You said you wanted me to make your pain go away. You won’t need any clothes for what I have planned for you.”
My pussy leaked from his words alone, and I was grateful he bumped into me. I could tell by his aura that he was a master in the bedroom. This would be a night to remember, and I couldn’t wait.