CHAPTER EIGHT #2
The bass was so loud I could feel it in my chest, vibrating through my whole body. Club Bleu was everything the flyer had promised and more. black leather booths, gold accents everywhere, purple LED lights washing over the crowd, and bottles popping left and right.
Sosa had really done his thing.
I was sitting on Rah's lap in the VIP section, his arm wrapped around my waist, his other hand holding a drink.
He'd been sipping all night, and I could tell he was getting drunk by the way he kept laughing at shit that wasn't even that funny.
The section was packed with his homies, Sosa, of course, holding court like the king he was, plus about ten other dudes I knew from around the way.
And then there was Trigg.
I noticed him the second we walked in. He was hard not to notice. This nigga was 6'3", wearing all black with an iced out chain on. But it wasn't just how he looked. It was the way he carried himself. Confident. Cocky. Like he knew he was the finest nigga in the room and everybody else knew it too.
What I hadn't expected was the way he'd been staring at me all night.
At first, I thought I was imagining it. But every time I glanced his way, his eyes were already on me.
Not in a shy way either, like dead ass staring, or not even trying to hide it.
And when our eyes would meet, he wouldn't look away.
He would just smirk, like he knew something I didn't, and take a pull from his blunt.
It was making me feel some type of way. A way that had heat pooling low in my stomach every time I felt his gaze on me.
"You good?" Rah asked, his lips close to my ear so I could hear him over the music.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said, tearing my eyes away from where Trigg was posted up across from us. "You want another drink?"
"Nah, I'm straight." I was nursing my second drink of the night, trying to pace myself.
Rah kissed my neck, and I leaned into him out of habit more than anything.
Even though Me and Rah weren't official, we had been fucking around for a few months, keeping it casual, but lately he had been acting different.
More possessive. More boyfriend-like. Wanting me to spend the night more often, texting me good morning, asking me to come to shit like this with him.
I didn't mind it. Rah was cool, treated me decent, and the dick was good. But I wasn't pressed about making it official or nothing. We were just vibing, seeing where it went.
But the way Trigg was looking at me that was making me question everything.
I glanced over at Yasani, who was sitting next to Yatta on the other side of the section. She actually looked good tonight. Her braids were fire, her makeup was flawless, and the black dress she was wearing hugged every curve. She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't crying either, and that was progress.
"Yo, I gotta piss," Rah said, patting my thigh. "You good right here?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
He kissed me quick and stumbled off toward the bathroom, definitely drunker than I thought. The second he was gone; I felt that magnetic force drawing my attention back to Trigg.
Our eyes met and he smiled, slow and deliberate, and tilted his head like he was asking a question.
My stomach flipped. This was dangerous territory.
Trigg was Rah's friend, one of his closest friends from what I could tell. Looking at him the way I was looking at him, wasn’t cool at all.
And I knew this shit was borderline messy. But I honestly couldn't help myself.
"I gotta use the bathroom," I said to no one in particular, standing up and smoothing down my dress. It was a deep red bodycon that stopped mid-thigh, showing off my curves in all the right ways. I'd worn it because I knew it would turn heads, and it definitely had been all night.
I made my way out of VIP and toward the bathroom, weaving through the crowd of bodies on the dance floor. The line for the women's bathroom was long as hell, at least ten girls deep, all of them on their phones or touching up their makeup in compact mirrors.
I sighed and got in line, pulling out my own phone to distract myself.
"Damn."
The voice came from right behind me, low and smooth, close enough that I could feel the breath on my neck.
"That ass look fat as fuck in that dress."
I froze. I knew who the voice belong to; I had been hearing it all night. I turned around slowly, and sure enough, there he was.
Trigg was standing so close I could smell his cologne, I could tell he was wearing Another Thirteen by LeLabo, and it made my head swim. His eyes traveled up and down my body slowly, shamelessly, before landing on my face.
"Well excuse the fuck outta me?" I said, frowning even though my pulse was racing.
"You heard me." He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "I been watching that shit all night. That ass had me distracted like a mufucka."
"You so fucking ignorant," I said, trying to sound unimpressed even though my heart was pounding. "I’m yo’ homies lil’ situation, you really tryna press up on me?’
"Lil situation?" He laughed, "That what y'all calling it? 'Cause the way he been holding on to you all night, he think it's more than that."
"What me and Rah got going on ain't none of your business," I shot back.
"It ain't." He pushed off the wall, taking a step closer. "But you keep looking at me like that, it's gon' be."
My mouth opened, then closed. Because he was right. I had been looking at him. Not as much as he'd been looking at me, but enough.
"I don't know what you talking about," I lied.
"Don't lie to me, Ya’Mya." The way he said my name, slow and deliberate, made something clench low in my belly. "You not good at it."
"Nigga, fuck you," I said, trying to sound tough even though I felt anything but.
"You want to." He said it so casually, like he was commenting on the weather. "That's why you over here instead of sitting on Rah's lap where you supposed to be."
"I came to use the bathroom, not get harassed by yo’ rude ass."
"Harassed?" He cocked his head to the side, with a cocky smirk still playing on his lips. "Nah, ma. You like this shit. You like that I ain't kissing your ass like Rah do. You like that I'm bold enough to say what every nigga in here thinking but too pussy to say."
"You cocky as hell," I said, turning back around to face the line.
My face felt hot. "And disrespectful."
"And you wet."
I whipped back around, my eyes wide. "What?"
"You heard me." He looked me dead in my eyes, no shame at all. "That lil’ attitude you throwing at me, it’s because you frustrated. You want me to shut the fuck up, but you also want me to keep talking. You want me to leave you alone, but you also want me to do the opposite."
"You don't know shit about what I want," I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to us.
"Then tell me I'm wrong." He stepped closer, so close now that if I took a step back, I'd be pressed against his chest. "Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't want me to fuck you. Do that, and I'll leave you alone. I promise."
I opened my mouth to do exactly that, But the words wouldn't come out. Because I couldn't lie.
"That's what I thought," he said, reading my silence for exactly what it was.
The line moved again, and finally it was my turn. I pushed open the bathroom door, grateful for the escape. But before I could close it behind me, Trigg slipped in after me.
"What the fuck—" I started, but he cut me off by turning and locking the door behind him.
"Trigg, get out," I said, my back against the far wall now. "You tripping."
"You think so?" He moved toward me, slow and predatory, and I had nowhere to go. "Or am I right where you want a nigga to be. You could've done anything ma, you could’ve screamed, pushed me out, or even tried to fight a nigga, but you in here talking to me."
He was right in front of me now, so close I could see the gold flecks in his dark brown eyes, a bitch could count his eyelashes if I wanted to.
"This shit is messy," I said, but my voice was shaking. "Rah is your friend."
"And?" He braced one hand on the wall beside my head, leaning in. "What me and you do ain't got shit to do with him. Not unless you tell him."
"I should."
"But you won't." He said it like a fact, not a question. "Because you wanna fuck with me, just as much as I wanna fuck with chu’,” His hand moved to my hip, with his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
"I know you wanna feel this dick too,” he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a growl. "I been knowing it since you walked in tonight, looking like that. Got me hard as hell watching you, you out here playin’ with another nigga when I know you should be mine.”
"We not even…he not my man," I said, and I hated how weak I sounded.
"I know." His other hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress up as he went. "That's what make this shit easy. You ain't cheating on that nigga. You just... exploring your options."
"Trigg—" I tried, but my voice broke.