I lightly pecked August's lips before attempting to slide out of his grasp. I whined as he pulled me back to him by the belt loop of my romper.
"August, I gotta g-"
"Damn, whea' you tryna run off to? I'm leavin' fa Miami tonight."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinning.
"Aww, you gonna miss me?"
He chuckled and before he could respond, his phone began to go off. He glanced at the screen before letting my waist go, towering over me.
"I gotta go handle some business, but imma be back by tomorrow night. Don't get into no trouble."
I rolled my eyes at him before sliding my shades on and strutting to my car. Ironic. I should be tellin' him the same shit.
"I ain't making no promises."
With that, I put the car in reverse. He remained in his same position on the cobbled steps, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Our eyes met as I pulled off. It was then that I realized he'd completely avoided answering my question. I tried not to let the thought boter me as I glanced into the rearview mirror, only to see that he was making his way back into the large house.
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It ain't nun to cut that bitch off.
I danced to the music of the club before making my way back to the couch of the V.I.P. area. I had just made my way off the dance floor. I plopped down next to Kayla who was all hugged up on Chris. Apparently he'd been the nigga to invite her to the event, which was no surprise. With Kayla's position in the industry, she was on with most celebrities. Chris was no stranger to us. Her and Chris had been supportng a little fling for a while now. She was damn near sitting in his lap as I sat down next to them, taking a shot from Chris and taking it to the head. He quickly ordered another for himself as Kayla laughed, blowing the smoke of her hookah pen into the club's atmosphere.
"Damn, Camille, you couldn't just ask for a sip?" Chris chuckled and I laughed before settling into the couch, gently adjusting my dress as it rode up a little past my thighs.
"Where Ant at?"
I glanced around the club as I spoke. "Miami."
Chris nodded and Kayla offered me a hit, which I gladly accepted. August was infamous...all around. His best clientele were people who were well known in the industry. I took another before passing it back to her and absent-mindedly licking my lips, savoring the fruity flavor. I looked up as Valerie and Alonzo walked up, dramatically fanning themselves and dabbing at invisible hair line sweat. Gio wasn't able to make it, due to the fact that both T.J. and Trim were fighting a stomach virus. I mentally laughed at how Trim could switch from beast to bitch in about .5 seconds.
"Oooh, what's that?"
Alonzo hungrily eyed Kayla's untouched margarita blend that was sitting on the glass table before us. She rolled her eyes, carelessly waving her hand at him.
"Yes, you can have it."
We laughed as Alonzo wasted no time in pursuing it. Kayla flipped her red curls over her shoulder before placing her arms around Chris' neck and whispering something to him.
See me grabbin on my tooly...
She told me smack her on the booty.
She said I got too many-
I quickly jumped up as Alonzo slammed his now empty glass down. Valerie was already jigging as we began to dance our way down the steps of the V.I.P. section. This was one of our many 'hoe time' songs, as Alonzo liked to put it. We began dancing together as the beat dropped once again. We were laughing and having a good time, when I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I didn't bother to turn around, but instead looked to Val and Alonzo, who were grinning in confirmation. They danced off, leaving me with the stranger. I took it as the initiative to continue dancing. We had this type of...'code' I guess you could say. If one of us were approached by an ugly male, or a scrub, then the others would make it their busness to cock block. If he was a good candidate, then it would be known. And right about now, it was definitely known. I felt the effects of my high kicking in, along with those three or four drinks I had downed, and I was startin to feel right. He pressed himself against my behind as I continued to dance. August briefly crossed my mind, but I shook the thought away. It was just a dance. As the song came to a close, and another came on, whoever had been behind me spoke, placing their lips against my ear. I slightly shivered, becoming aroused.
