The bass was thumping so hard with neon lights cut through the haze of the club, zonnique and Bahja had come out for the same reason they always did just to have fun and maybe get drunk.
Zonnique's dress was short, black, and clung in all the right places her bestie Bahja looked equally fine beside her the two of them drawing attention without trying.
That was when she saw him.
Kentrell Gaulden stood near the VIP section, lowkey but impossible to miss he was already a little faded, a half-smile on his face when their gazes locked across the room she felt that flutter low in her stomach she wasn't the type to chase but something about the way he looked at her made her walk over anyway.
"You good?" he asked.
"I'm better now. she shot back smirking.
One drink turned into four & the laughter from the conversation before either of them really thought about it he was leading her past the velvet rope into a private VIP room.
They didn't waste time with small talk his hands found her waist first then her ass as he pulled her in her fingers slid up his chest and around his neck pulling his mouth to hers as he backed her against the couch lifting the hem of her dress while she tugged at his belt both of them were too gone to care about anything outside that room.
Clothes came off he pushed into her hard one hand braced on the back of the couch the other gripping her thigh she moaned against his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as he pleased her deep and steady the alcohol made everything feel more urgent she came first body tightening around him & he followed not long after with a low groan burying his face in her neck.
For a few minutes they just breathed sweaty and quiet.
Then She sat up reaching for her dress smoothing it down her hips, trying to look presentable again when she turned back around the space beside her was empty the door to the room was cracked open & Kentrell was gone.
She blinked, heart still racing, the high of what just happened colliding with the sudden emptiness of the room no goodbye just the scent of his cologne and the ache between her thighs.
The door opened fully a second later not him but Bahja.
"Girl... what the hell i been looking everywhere for you?" Bahja said.
Zonnique laughed. "Don't even ask."
She didn't need the full story just crossed the room grabbed Zonnique's hand, and walked her toward the exit.
"Come on we're leaving you okay?"
Zonnique nodded. "Yeah just ready to go home."
Bahja kept an arm around her as they cut through the crowd and out the door neither of them said much on the ride back. Zonnique stared out the window, replaying the last hour in her head.
By the time they pulled up to the place the alcohol was starting to fade into.
Bahja walked her to the door.
"Go lay down we can talk in the morning," she said.
Zonnique managed a small smile. "Okay."
She closed the door behind her, leaned against it for a second and let out a long breath the night had started as just fun but between the drinks and the VIP room it had turned into something else entirely.
