𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄
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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒
𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟏𝟒𝐓𝐇
𝟔:𝟒𝟒𝐏𝐌
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
"AND THEN, Siyani. Can you believe he had the nerve to tell me that it don't count as cheating if he didn't nut? Bitch, do it count as shooting if you don't die? Cause I'm rey ta' let a bullet off in his fat ass head."
Jai'lynn rambled on and on from the minute Siyani stepped back into her car and she was sure it wouldn't stop until they got to their destination.
Siyani barely listened to the words she was saying, only listening to every other sound that came out of her mouth. Her friends could sure talk up a whole storm.
It's not that she didn't want to pay attention to her, but she was too lost in her own thoughts. She was too busy thinking about what the look that she received from True's father meant.
She was sure that most people who looked at her were judging her body and speaking of how skinny she was. At least that's what Booka told her. He told her that nobody would be looking at her for the beauty of her face, but for the quality of her body.
And she believed him.
She had trained herself to block out the stares, the remarks, and the comments, but one thing she could and would never be able to ignore were her feelings.
The way he stared at her made her feel some type of way. Like his stare actually mattered. And now she was stuck trying her hardest to figure out what it actually meant.
Did he think she was anorexic?
Did he take notice of the fact that her body could barely fill in the extra space of her sweatsuit?
Did he wonder if she ate at home?
She was such an overthinker and she really wished she had the power to read people's minds so she could have a small sense of peace in her crowded mind.
"Siyani, bitch, is you even listening?" Jai'lynn looked away from the road, waving her hand with the super long nut colored nails in her face.
Siyani lifted up from her position of leaning her head against the tinted window, looking over at her friend that literally had steam coming out from her ears and nose. "Yes, I'm listening. You said he must be LGB 'cause his gun is pink."
"Yes hoe! Pink as fuck with rhinestones and all. And please don't get me started on his gay ass homeboys. Fuck y'all tryna be with my man all day fa'?"
8 MINUTES LATER, her rant finally came to a halt once she found a parking spot in between two Nissans. From that alone, Siyani could only imagine what kind of females would be at this so called block party.
"Where we at?" Siyani looked around at the dull brown apartment buildings that were arranged around each other with open space in the middle. It sort of reminded her of a prison.
The only thing that actually made the place look lively was the plenty people that occupied the property. The accompanying factors were the smell of food in the air, the loud rap music in the atmosphere, and the lack of boring-ness circulating around the complex. It was live.
Jai'lynn walked over to the other side of her car, grabbing her friend's hand into hers. "Parkway Gardens, shordyyy."
Siyani's eyes widened as the stories she heard about the area flooded her brain. She was beginning to be terrified.
Though she lived in Illinois her whole life, she was nowhere near being in the loophole of the most popular city in her state. She grew up and resided in Glenwood, Illinois, which was about half an hour away from Chicago. Glenwood was considered the suburbs, so she had no business being in any other area.
Though her boyfriend was from a nearby area, which was Sixty-Third and Evans Ave, she made sure to stay far away from their area. She did not want to be and was not going to be a victim of anything.
"Jai, do you have your gun on you?" Siyani frowned as they walked along the black iron gates that surrounded the apartment buildings.
Jai'lynn smacked her teeth, holding up her silver colored Balenciaga Le Cagole bag. "Duh, Sisi. You know I got ma' blicky in case shit get sticky."
Siyani sighed in relief as they stepped through the opening to the area which they would she spending their next few hours at.
On cue, Jai'lynn began turning her head in different directions as people she knew were trying to gain her attention. She knew almost everyone in Chicago, which was more of a bad thing than a good thing.
Before Siyani knew it, she was pulled in front of a group of people; four beautiful females and a man, who was on the feminine side but still just as beautiful.
A combination of lip gloss, big tits, plump asses, jewelry, lace fronts, lashes, and of course, revealing clothing circulated around the group of girls and Siyani couldn't help to feel some type of way.
She felt so out of place.
She tuned out their conversation of the people who would soon be in attendance at the little (not so little) get together as she turned her body around, taking in the surroundings along with the people who were in small crowds.
From the amount of people who were there, she could tell the party had to have started at least three hours ago. It was nearly packed and people were still flowing in by the second. Parties were more fun after a few hours anyway.
There was no reason for Siyani to be thinking about how fun the party would soon be because she knew she wouldn't have fun. She never had fun. She just stood there and watched her surroundings until it was time to go; which was around two am when shots started flying like the Fourth of July.
She couldn't wait to be back at home. To be in her bed with her bonnet on, rewatching her comfort shows like Chicago Med or The Blacklist. Or maybe Insecure since that was her favorite show of all.
Being so zoned out almost had her passing over the sight of the dark skinned man who sat with another group of men and a few women. His untwisted all black and wavy dreads rested below his neck and his gleaming white veneers were nearly blinding her from afar. But not as bright as the numerous chains decorating his neck.
"I'm going to say hi to Polo." Siyani tapped Jai'lynn's shoulder twice to get her attention. She seemed to be so engaged into their conversation about someone named 'Grandson' though. What a weird nickname.
After getting a head nod from her friend, Siyani weaved through the plenty crowds of people until she was met with the broad yet muscular back of her bestfriend, who was only wearing a white beater at the moment.
"Hey Tremani." She wrapped one arm around his narrow waist, smiling even harder when he mugged her since he didn't know who was touching him. He wasn't a big fan of physical touch unless he really knew the person.
He looked down at the woman that was already smiling up at him, wasting no time to smile back and return a two arm hug. "Lil Yani! Hug me right 'fore you piss me off."
Siyani laughed at the fact that he never accepted side hugs, using her opportunity to follow his directions of giving him a full hug. She was so happy to be in his embrace. He made her mind work to the point where she didn't have time for overthinking.
After a few seconds they pulled away and he gave her a brief overview from head to toe, stopping right back at her face where she was rolling her eyes. "You lookin' pretty, lil bit. On bro."
She couldn't help but to smile at his words. It wasn't often that she heard it, so when she did, it meant the world to her.
"Thank you, Polo. Why are you naked though?" Her eyebrow raised as he had an expression of remembrance out of nowhere, reaching his hand near his head.
As if he was Houdini, he pulled a perfectly rolled and well stuffed blunt from behind his ear, holding it with two fingers as he extended it out to Siyani.
"Hmm, fa' you. And ian naked. The hoes love seein' my muscles. It make they pussy wet." He smirked at her while flexing his right arm.
Siyani cringed at his vulgarity, plucking him in his forehead when he began to laugh. "You disgust me."
"If ole dude was doin' you right, these lil ass words won't finna cringe you out. I keep tellin' you, leave his ass. He'on know what ta' do witchu fa' real, shordy." He repeated what he told her almost everyday and Siyani had no choice but to frown since it was true.
She didn't know much about sex talk, except for the usual sex sounds like moans and groans, along with the warning of the climax. That's as far as her knowledge went and she was fine with it.
"Whatever, Tremani. You always tell me the same thing over and over again like I didn't hear you the first time." Her hand lodged deep into the pocket of his black Amiri jeans that barely sat on his waist, pulling out a blue BIC lighter.
He smacked his teeth at the sight of her lighting the blunt, snatching the lighter from her soon after. "Why you always losin' erry' lighter I give you?"
"I don't know. It's like they have legs." She briefly spoke before taking a long pull from the blunt, feeling the substance enter her lungs almost instantly.
She held the smoke in for a few more seconds just like Polo had taught her, soon blowing a little bit out of her mouth. She inhaled again and blew out the final cloud of smoke into his face on purpose with a large smile on her face. "Did I do it right?"
"You a pro, mama."
His vision travelled above her head, an irritated expression immediately dominating his previous smile once he saw a figure running towards Siyani with a smile on her face. Her friends irritated him so bad.
"Siyaniiii!" A voice overpowered the sound of the music blaring as she felt arms slide around her waist, embracing her in for a tight hug. One of the person's hands slid down to her ass, grabbing it in her hand.
The only person that was comfortable with doing that was the third musketeer to their group, Amari. If Siyani didn't know any better, she would have thought that Amari had a real life crush on her.
"Hi, baby!" Another genuine smile popped up on Siyani's face as she held the blunt between two of her fingers, using her other hand to hug her friend back though she was three inches taller than her five foot three frame.
The brown skinned woman flipped her brown highlighted curly extensions away from her face, showing a full display of her glowing skin that had nothing but eyelash extensions and blistex for her lip balm. Truly beautiful.
"Why you callin' me baby, Si? You gonna give me a kiss today?" She fake frowned, being one hundred percent serious with the question that just escaped from her lips.
Siyani tilted her head to the side, smiling when she saw her friends pout turn into a small smile. "I can't kiss you today, Mari. You was just kissin' on ole boy."
"At least gimme one on the cheek then. Please?"
Siyani smiled for probably the sixth time in a row, using her free hand to pull Amari closer by the back of her neck so she could kiss her cheek. "Muah!"
"Y'all so gay, go fuck already." Polo frowned, pulling his lighter back out so he could re-light Siyani's blunt for her. His frown turned into a smile once Siyani laughed a small laugh.
As a best friend, he felt like it was his job to make her laugh; or just make her happy in general. He only knew half of what she was dealing with on the daily, which was her insecurities within herself. He didn't know who was the cause of them, and it would be best if it stayed that way so he wouldn't have to add another body to his list.
"If she would stop being stingy with the pussy, then I would."
Siyani didn't even have a chance to answer to her friend before her head turned to the side from an urge that appeared from out of nowhere. She could've swore she felt an unknown being turn her head to the right.
Upon turning, her eyes fell on a man; a man who everyone else's eyes were on. His diamond grills flashed through the slightly dim atmosphere since the sun was now away while he dapped up a friend that was walking right beside him.
Siyani watched as he walked into the function with an entourage of friends trailing behind him, most of them having small versions of the Oblock chain he had on. His group grew bigger by the second since people from all different directions began walking with him.
He was True's dad.
"Bra hell nooo. Why every time you be DM'in somebody on Instagram, you see the muhfucka in person. This shit weird." Amari rolled her eyes, putting her attention back on Siyani who forced herself to stop looking at him before he caught her.
Siyani took another long pull from her blunt, passing it to her friend once she had as much of the smoke that she wanted in her lungs. "Which one?"
"The dark skinned stiff one. The one that look like he got a stick up his ass as he walk." She gave a description with nothing but insults.
Siyani looked to her right once again, noticing exactly who she was talking about. "Why do black people always have to insult people to give a description? That's crazy."
"You saw who I was talking about quick though." Amari laughed once they walked a few feet away from where Polo was standing, finding Jai'lynn standing there with a plate of food.
No matter where she was, she would always find the food. No doubts about it.
"Ouuu, lemme get some!" Amari exclaimed with a wide smile, greeting her friend with a kiss on each cheek before snatching a shrimp shish-kabob from her platter.
Jai'lynn smacked her teeth, automatically grabbing another one off of her plate while dipping it in a honey glazed sauce. "Here, before yo' high ass even get to ask for it."
She extended the combination of shrimp, bell peppers, and onions on a wooden skewer out to Siyani, who smiled in response. She already felt the weed getting to her and was beginning to be hungry as hell.
"Mmmm, thank you Jai bae!"
She traded the stick of food for the now half smoked blunt that had her on her way to cloud nine.
Siyani used her teeth to pull a piece of the shrimp and pepper off of the skewer, chewing it slowly to indulge in the amazing taste. At the moment, she only felt like it was her and the shish-kabob in the world. Nobody and nothing else.
Nina by Calboy began to blare from the speakers that were loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. The sound of the song made Siyani smile from the amount of nostalgia that circulated her blood stream. Life was good when that song came out.
"Think I fell in love wit' Ninaaa. I been lookin' for ma' baby have you seen 'er uhhh huhhh." Siyani sung off key, using the now half-empty stick as a microphone.
The non-high version of her would never be acting like that in public. She liked to avoid having attention being put on her at all times.
Amari grabbed yet another piece of food from Jai'lynn's plate which was a smoked hot sausage, biting into it before she could be scolded by her. "I never knew ole' boy was talkin' about a fuckin' gun the whole damn time. I thought he was tammat his bitch."
"I don't think he would share his girlfriend with bronem." Siyani laughed a small laugh, throwing the empty skewer into a trash can near her. Now she was thirsty and of course, she was going to ask the person who never said no to her.
She turned her body around in a one hundred eighty degree motion, since her back was previously facing where Polo was standing. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head once she noticed the same entourage that just walked in now crowding Polo and the man with the multi-colored dreads.
She hated the fact that her best friend knew other people, especially a lot of them due to his status not only as a rapper but as a known person in the Chicago area.
Being as though she was his best friend, a great handful of people knew her too; by association of course. But she never spoke to them so they were not friends, but literally just people who knew her.
She turned back around with the saddest expression on her face because she knew damn well she wasn't about to walk through all of those men to get to Polo.
"Why Grandson staring at you, Sisi?" She was brought out of her thoughts as Jai'lynn gestured toward her back side. Not only did her face scrunch up in confusion as to why someone was staring at her, but at the name to. Who was Grandson and why was that their nickname?
Siyani crossed her arms against her lower stomach, rubbing her thumb against the cloth covering her arm, per usual. The intrigued looks on her friend's faces as they watched him look at her were making her nervous. "Well turn so you can see."
Siyani nervously sighed before taking her time to turn her body around, but not all the way around. Just enough so she could see who they were talking about.
Of course, the same man from the supermarket was sitting on the top of a stone picnic table with his feet on the accompanying bench in front of it. She just now took notice to the fact that his outfit from earlier had changed, now sporting a white beater with black jeans and a Louis Vuitton belt around his waist that showed Ralph Lauren boxers.
His real shirt was positioned around his neck and on his head, he wore an orange colored hat that covered his twisted dreads. But what really caught her attention was the fact that he was staring at her with the same look as earlier.
She turned back after a short two seconds, blowing out a breath of anxiousness mixed with a cup of nervousness. He was so intimidating and he didn't even do anything for real.
That's when Siyani noticed how close she was really standing to their group, which was off because she could have swore she was far away from them. Only six steps would have her standing right in front of him.
"Well, you know him?" Amari asked with concern laced through her voice. She then smacked her lips at her own dumb question. Who didn't know him?
The same second she opened her mouth to reply to her question, she heard a smooth yet stern voice calling out, obviously trying to get somebody's attention.
"Yo! Lil foenem."
Her heart dropped so far down, she was sure it stopped all the way in hell to say hi to the devil. But once she realized she was in a place, which was full of other people... tons of other people, she regained the breath that escaped from her lungs. He could be talking to anyone, really.
"Oop, I think he talkin' ta' you, Yani." Jai'lynn held a yet another shish-kabob up to her lips as she watched in amusement. She was silently hoping and praying that he wanted her friend. She couldn't stand Booka.
Siyani shook her head with a frown on her face as her nervousness began to rise. She was way too high for this. "He's not talking to—"
"Gallery Department, YSL purse, Yeezys. I'm talkin' ta' you, folks." The same voice interrupted her yet again, and now she couldn't deny the fact that he was indeed speaking to her.
Siyani cursed in her head once Jai'lynn and Amari's soft laughter synced together while she rolled her eyes. Maybe if she ignored him, he would stop calling her. Right?
"You got blood onna back ah' yo' sweatpants, shordy."
Siyani gasped a loud gasp as both of her hands travelled to cover the back of her sweatpants, now having nothing but embarrassment radiating through her body. Until she realized...
She wasn't even on her period.
She dropped her hands from covering her butt and at that moment, she heard the sound of laughter coming from the same person who was just calling her. She couldn't help but to also crack a smile at the sound of his laugh that was so contagious.
"Anddd he's coming over here. That's your man now." Amari smiled at Siyani while taking yet another bite of the smoked sausage, which made Siyani do nothing but roll her eyes.
She hated the fact that her friends literally classified every male that she had interactions with as her man. A dude could've held the door for her and all of a sudden that was her man.
In an instant, the expensive smell of Baccarat Rouge mixed with Creed cologne infiltrated Siyani's nose and that's when she felt his presence almost directly behind her.
"Wassup, Jai'lynn. Why yo' friend was ignorin' me like 'dat?" He chuckled lowly, extending his arm out to dap her up. Siyani watched as his right hand, filled with tattoos and jewelry around his wrist intertwined with Jai'lynn's hand for a dap.
Jai'lynn shrugged with a small smile as he dapped Amari up next after greeting her. And that's when Siyani realized she was really out of the loop. How did both of her friends know him but she didn't?
"Ion know, ask her."
He nodded a slight nod before moving around to her front side, with his taller frame hovering over hers. Siyani looked up at him and met his gaze for the third time in the same day, still rubbing her thumb against her arm.
"You ain't hea' me callin' you, ma?" His voice came out lower than before and Siyani felt her heart flutter at the sound of the name he'd just called her. She already didn't like him. She could tell he was a man-slut.
Siyani's vision reverted over to her friends who were smiling like there was no tomorrow. "Uhh, I didn't know you were talking to me."
"Ain't nobody else got yo' fit on, shordy. Jus' say you was ignorin' me." He laughed once again which made Siyani smile yet again. Now she was smiling too much for her liking and she knew it was stroking his ego.
He began examining her once she pushed her hair away from her face while pressing her lips together to make sure her lip gloss was still intact. "Well, you're in front of me now. What did you want?"
She unattached the magnetic part of her purse to open it, using her right hand to dig through her bag while her left hand held the bag up from the bottom. Soon enough, she retrieved her Dior lip oil, wasting no time to open the small bottle to rub the wand across her plump lips.
"I wanted ta' tell you 'dat I appreciate you fa' helpin' Tutu earlia'. Yeen have to do allat, but thank you fa' doin' it. She ain't stopped talkin' 'bout you since." His eyes were trained on her lips that were now coated with lip gloss.
She rubbed her lips together once again before throwing the gloss back into her purse, closing it soon after. "You're welcome. You should be more careful though because someone could've kidnapped her or something."
"I feel you. Usually I be on ma' shit wit' ha' but ha' mama was tweakin' and I swore she was behind me." He explained himself further, finally bringing his focus back on her eyes.
Siyani took notice to the fact that he was so soft spoken but demanding respect at the same time. He had an aura of authority that circulated his body and it was making her nervous.
Well that was really nothing new, because everyone made her nervous, really. And as stated before, it was only because she wasn't confident enough with herself. But if she was? No one could tell her anything.
"You from around hea' doe? Ion think I eva' saw you befo'." He gradually started a new conversation as Siyani began hoping and praying he would leave soon. She felt her social battery draining, which was a lot coming from her since she left the house with it uncharged.
"Uhn uh. I'm from Glenwood."
His face playfully scrunched up in disgust while he twisted his orange hat to the back, still staring at her directly in her eyes. "Gone back to yo' hood. Yo' ass ain't een from hea'. You might as well say you from Antarctica a'sum."
"Boy, bye. Nobody wanted to be from this dirty ass hood anyway." Siyani laughed, using her hand to gesture to the apartment complex they were standing in.
He smacked his lips, waving her off. "Yeah aight. Play if you wanna play. Watcho' name is doe? Ian catch it."
"Cause I didn't throw it, sir."
His eyebrow slightly raised, being genuinely surprised by her remark. There was no way she was talking to him, right? Did she know who he was?
"Lemme throw ma' numba' in yo' phone 'den." He continued with a corny statement that had the power to make Siyani smile once again. She was sure he was doing it on purpose.
She shook her head, accepting the rest of her blunt back from Jai'lynn. "I don't have a phone, actually. Maybe when I get one."
She took yet another pull from the blunt but there was really no point since she already was high. Her eyes were lower than usual and she kept smiling and laughing; all thanks to the marijuana.
He laughed with her, brushing away the fact that he just got rejected from a pretty girl. A pretty girl that was making his dick hard from the way she gracefully blew the smoke up into the air with a concentrated look on her face.
He reached his right hand into his right pocket that was bulging out from whatever was in it, pulling out a stack of hundreds that was banded with a purple paper label that read ten thousand.
"Hmmm, take 'dis as a 'thank you' fa' helpin' ma' shordy earlia'. Buy you a phone while you at it, ma." He flashed her yet another smile, placing the stack of money into her free hand.
Siyani's eyes widened and before she could give him his money back, he was no longer standing in front of her. He had already went back to where he was sitting before.
"Oh shit, Siyani? That nigga trickin' already and y'all just met? Fuck Booka, get on his ass." Jai'lynn squealed as her and Amari moved back to where she was standing. Siyani was still in a state of shock from what just happened.
She got the thought of giving it back until she turned around and saw the amount of men standing around him. She couldn't possibly embarrass herself by walking through them just to get to Grandson.
She glanced at his face once she found it in the crowd and she couldn't help but to notice that he was smiling with his friends like nothing just happened. He wasn't even looking at her anymore.
She let out a long dramatized sigh, stuffing the stack of money into her deep sweatpants pocket. She didn't even get the chance to process it or even say thank you before he resumed his life like nothing had happened.
"Are y'all ready to go yet?"
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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒
𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟏𝟓𝐓𝐇
𝟏:𝟒𝟗𝐀𝐌
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"Don't try ta' lie and say you ain't had fun, Sisi." Jai'lynn talked louder than she would have been talking if she didn't have Hennessy and weed circulating through her body.
Siyani's head was leaned against the car window yet again, but this time she barely even could keep her eyes opened, especially for the fact that a goofy smile was on her face. She was out of this world.
She didn't know what was different today, but she actually enjoyed herself, despite her begging to go home. After two blunts, and a couple of shots, she was able to feel like her old self, the one that wasn't insecure. And she loved it.
"I did have funnn. I don't wanna ever go back home, I hate home nigga!" Siyani began to burst out into laughter out of nowhere, not being able to contain it.
Though nothing was funny, Jai'lynn began to laugh with her, only because hearing her friend's laugh was triggering her own laughter.
After having so much fun at the block party, the three girls decided to continue with an after party back at Amari's apartment, where she was waiting for them. They just had to stop back at Booka's place so Siyani could get her clothes and her bottle of Ciroq.
AFTER 7 CONTINUOUS MINUTES, of laughter and pointless tears, Jai'lynn pulled in front of Booka's house, sloppily parking the car. They were surprised they made it in one piece, especially since Jai'lynn was cross faded and driving like she was in GTA.
"Hu-hurry up, Yani!"
Siyani wasted no time to hop out of the car, closing it a bit heavy handed behind her. She wasn't that drunk or high, but she was floating. It was enough to make her feel like she had a slight buzz and a cool vibe.
It didn't take her long to unlock the door and before she knew it, she was closing the door behind her and climbing up the steps. Literally climbing up the steps with her hands and knees.
When she reached the top of the steps, she paused for a quick breather before hopping up and making her way to Booka's room.
She pushed down on the gold handle of the room door, pushing the door open soon after. On cue, the sound of skin slapping and moaning came from the bed area, which made Siyani's heart drop down to her toes.
She inched into the room more and of course, saw the sight of a lighter skinned female on top of Booka, riding the life out of him. "Ouuu, shit Booka."
Siyani believed her eyes were playing tricks on her so she smacked the light switch built into the wall, soon seeing what she thought she saw clear as day.
"What the fuck? Booka!" The girl screamed out loud, rushing to cover her large breasts that were on display previously. Large tits and an even larger ass to match. She looked nothing like Siyani.
"Don't mind me, I'm just his cousin. I just came to get something." Siyani laughed a small laugh that wasn't from her. The Hennessy was talking for her.
She pulled open her drawer, grabbing a few random pieces of clothes as she heard movement coming from behind her. She wouldn't dare to turn around.
She held her clothes in one arm as the tears began to cloud her vision by the second. No matter how high she was, how drunk she was, or how much fun she had earlier; she was undeniably hurt.
Once she closed her drawer, she felt a presence behind her that automatically made her grab one of the medium sized Kaws figure that sat on Booka's dresser. A pink one to be exact.
"Siyan—"
She wasted no time to swing the small figure at his face, hitting his forehead and his nose with the two hits she provided. She knew she had extra strength from the Hennessy and she was thankful for it. "Don't fucking touch me, bitch! I hate you!"
The girl just sat on the bed, clutching the white comforter close to her body with a look of guilt and slight fear painted onto her face. She knew good and well he had a girlfriend but she didn't expect her to come at all.
Siyani swung the figure at him once more and this time it hit his lip, which busted as soon as it touched his face. The pink figure was now stained with dull red blood and Siyani didn't feel bad. He deserved it.
"And stop fucking looking at me, dirty bitch!" Siyani threw the bloody statue at the female, who ducked it at the last second, being a miracle for her. If not, she probably would've been bleeding just as bad as Booka.
She left him in the middle of the room, holding his face in both of his hands, while she scoffed, storming down the stairs before she did any more damage. Although she had her suspicions about him being unfaithful before, it was now confirmed and she was more heartbroken then she could imagine.
To spend two years, 730 days, 104 weeks, 24 months with someone. Learning them, adoring them, bonding with them. All to be thrown in the trash for yet another woman. She was more broken than ever.
Though she could barely see due to the tears blurring her vision, she unlocked her phone once she got to the bottom on the stairs, pressing on Polo's contact name.
Siyani counted three rings in total before his face popped up onto her screen. He was now in his house, with his phone propped up on his counter, shoving a piece of pizza into his mouth. Siyani didn't even have to ask what type of pizza he was eating because she knew he only ate meat lovers pizza.
"Remember what you asked me on the phone earlier? Is that offer still available?" She referred to what he asked her when she was in the kitchen. She made sure to show only her chin to ensure that he didn't question her about her tears.
It probably wasn't in her best interest to be asking her best friend to perform oral sex on her but he did offer it to her, and she knew he was one hundred percent serious. She just needed a quick fix to her broken heart and she knew she could find the band-aid from him.
Siyani just hoped it wouldn't harm their relationship.
He laughed from his end of the phone, picking up yet another slice of pizza from the box that sat on the island behind him. "Stop bullshittin' me, Si. I be so dead ass and you be playin'."
"I'm not playing today, Tremani. Just tell me to come over." She pulled opened the door to Jai'lynn's Audi, seeing her nearly asleep on the steering wheel.
"Come ova', Siyani."
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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒
𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟏𝟓𝐓𝐇
𝟐:𝟓𝟔𝐀𝐌
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"Sit allaway, Si. You ain't gon' hurt me." Polo let out a small chuckle from his position right underneath the middle of Siyani's legs.
He laid flat on the bed with no shirt on, only sweatpants and boxers under them while Siyani had one of his oversized t-shirts sitting loosely on her top half. Everything else was bare.
Siyani cautiously placed her whole body weight onto Polo's face, immediately feeling him lock both of his arms around her thighs. She couldn't help but to let out a very low moan at the feeling of his tongue licking up from her hole to her clit.
The fact that she was cross faded, being more drunk than high had her ready to cry at the feeling of his teeth lightly but pleasurably biting her clit before soothing it by wrapping his lips around it. It felt like heaven.
"Shit, girl. You been hidin' allis from me, Siyani?" He referred to the clear and watery substance that seeped out of her hole from her being so turned on.
"Oh my God, Tremaniii!" A mindless moan escaped from her throat, shocking herself more than ever. She didn't usually talk while getting head, but he was doing her so good.
His hands travelled up from her legs and palmed her ass cheeks instead. He slapped the left one hard, followed by the right one soon after. Once she choked out another moan, he did the same thing again before kneading them in his hands.
"Stop playin' wit' me, Si. Ride ma' shit and getcho nut, baby." He groaned with his lips against her core, soon flattening his tongue so her clit could drag against it.
She followed his request by holding onto the headboard with her left hand, tangling her other hand into his dreads to keep herself steady and to keep him in place.
She began to drag herself against his tongue, gasping when he pushed his middle finger into her warm and wet hole. "Mhmmm, shit."
His pointer finger joined in after and they both curved upwards, to simulate her g-spot while she continuously grinded her body against his face.
She bit her lip hard at the feeling of him touching her spot, mainly for the fact that she never even knew it existed since it was never shown attention during any type of sexual contact she had with Booka.
She gasped with another loud moan once his free hand held onto her waist, to help her grind better and faster of course. "Wait— slow dow— fuckkk!"
He hummed a negative response against her core and the vibration coming from below sent her nearly over the edge, making her release the right hold she had on the headboard to hold onto his arm instead.
"Uhn uh. Get off me, Yani. Stop touchin' me." He swatted her arm away from him, using his hand to hold her literally on his mouth since she was beginning to lift off of him from the overbearing pleasure.
He removed his two fingers from her entrance, bringing it up to her mouth instead. Her once closed eyes opened up from the feeling of emptiness coming from down below, and she was met with his two fingers that were glistening with her substance.
Her motions of grinding slowed down drastically but she was still enjoying every second of it. She moaned out loud before grabbing his wrists to clean his fingers off. Something she had literally never did before.
She was so unexperienced.
He groaned from the feeling of her tongue around his fingers, soon latching his mouth back onto the most sensitive part of her body.
Siyani let out her fourth gasp of the night as her legs, which had a mind of their own at that point, began to close around Polo's head while her hand tried pushing him away. "I'm 'bouta to cu— Polo!"
She cut herself off with yet another moan once he pulled his mouth off of her clit, using the tips of his fingers to slap it three times before latching his mouth right back onto her clit; simultaneously sucking and licking it.
Her legs began trembling and at that point, the only thing holding her up was Polo's broad arms which were holding her as tight as possible so she couldn't run from him. "Oh my Goddd, fuckkkk!"
She threw her head back with an even louder moan, which wasn't a problem due to the fact that he had no neighbors. If he did, they would surely know his name.
"Ouu— Tremaniii! Stop— I'm sorry. Im sorry!" She began to apologize for nothing when he licked up from her hole, back to her clit to make sure he collected all of the cum that dripped out of her body.
Her body still shook in his embrace making her shut her eyes tight while resting her head on the headboard, having no choice but to take the pleasure that felt so good to her. "Please? Please stop, Polo. Im doneee."
He gradually went from more sucks to her clit until he helped her calm down by kissing her now swollen bud a few times, the last one being a peck that finished with another long teasing lick. The same way that he started.
"You taste good ashit, Siyani." A chuckle escaped from his moistened lips as she fell backwards onto him, now resting her body against his waist and below.
He lifted his upper body up a little bit, laughing at the fact that her legs still trembled while her chest heaved up and down from exhaustion.
Polo's eyes then reverted to her glistening vagina that was right in his face due to the position he laid in. He smirked to himself, running his fingers down her slit before kissing her clit once more, laughing when her body jerked a little. "And yo' pussy pretty as hell. On bro."
"Mhm, thank you. You did really good." Her hand lifted up for a high five and he laughed, high-fiving her back. She would've asked for a kiss but she figured she already had her fair share of him.
He sat his body up all the way, allowing her legs to fall around his waist. He then wrapped his arms around her lower back, standing up with her in his arms. "You gon' tell me what happened witchu and yo' bitch ass nigga now?"
Siyani shook her head no as her head rested on his bare shoulder. She almost forgot about the whole situation and the fact that it just clouded her mind yet again made her feel completely sober.
"Tremani? This didn't mess anything up between us, did it? You're never gonna stop being my friend, yeah?" She opened her legs for him once he brought a warm damp washcloth to clean the middle of her legs for her.
When he was done cleaning her, he pulled her close by her chin, kissing her forehead twice.
"I'm yo' best friend fa' life, shordy."
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𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐎𝐎𝐎