Fate

Twenty One: Hoe Problems

"Whatever you decide to do, I support you 100%, Lani. If you do decide to be with him, I won't judge you at all but make him work to get back with you. Don't just accept a weak ass apology. Make him realize that you're the prize and nothing good comes easy. Just know that no relationship will be perfect. No matter who you be with, he will mess up so if you're expecting a perfect man, that'll never happen. You have to learn to forgive. I know you'll never forget, but you do have to forgive. That's the only way you'll move forward.

"I'll think about it, Chanel, but as for now, I just want to sleep. We both need to be resting for our competition. Thank you for the advice and everything, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Lani."

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"Milani, get your ass up! You have to start getting ready!" Chanel yells in my face as she shakes me violently.

"Mmm. 5 more minutes."

"NOOO!! GET UP NOW!!"

Rolling my eyes, I drag myself out of bed and see that Chanel has already started to get ready which means she's been up a while. Stretching my muscles, I grab the key card to my own room and walk over there, using it to open the door; seeing a fully dressed Drummer staring back at me.

"Milani, I was just about to come talk to you." He says softly.

Ignoring him, I grab my bag and take it into the bathroom where I take a nice, hot shower and get dressed in my dance uniform then start doing my hair. After flat ironing my hair and wrapping it, I put on a scarf then apply light makeup that consists of only concealer, red lipstick, filled brows and mascara with lashes.

"Shit, you look delicious, baby. I just want to lick every inch of you." Drummer says as he slowly walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.

I try to push him off me, but he holds me tighter then grips my ass with his left hand while holding my face with his right hand. He leans down and kisses my lips softly before picking me up into his arms. The more I try to be pissed at him, the more my body betrays me; wetness pooling between my thighs.

"Put me down, Drummer. I'm not having sex with you." I sigh loudly as he puts me down and backs me into the wall.

"I know you're mad, but that doesn't change how I make you feel. I bet that lil pussy so wet right now." He whispers as he firmly grips my neck.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and look at him with a straight face. "No, it's not."

"You're lying, Milani."

Drummer presses his body against mine and uses his knees to spread my legs open then puts his hand into my underwear, feeling the wetness. He licks his lips as he fingers me and starts kissing down my neck then grabs my hand and places it on his dick.

"You feel that? That shit happens all the time. Just hearing your name drives me crazy." He says lowly into my ear before licking and sucking my earlobe. "Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me that you don't want me to fuck the shit outta you and I'll let you finish getting ready." He says as he fingers me harder and faster between each word that escapes his beautiful, plump lips. Letting out a low moan, I melt into his touches and start massaging him through his pants. He moans into my ear as I stick my hand into his boxers.

"I knew you wanted this dick. Bend over."

Doing as I'm told, I slide my bottoms off and bend over; touching my toes. Drummer gets behind me and positions himself at my entrance. He slowly slides himself into me and rests his hands on my hips.

"Mmmmm shit." I groan as I feel his dick hitting my spot.

He repeatedly rams into me as my juices gush down my legs and his. Low moans escape my lips, getting louder and louder when I feel Drummer's thumb in my ass.