☮June 9th 2029☮
It was the day of the promo party at Myles' house. I had everything set up on my part, getting the word out. It was the biggest event in Mindless history, with everybody in TM talking about it on Twitter, Instagram, everywhere they could. All I had to do was make sure Mariah would be fine home alone, since Marcelena had to take off for family reasons.
"Okay, now what to wear?"
I had already taken my shower, did my hair and my regular hygiene routine. I stood in my towel, looking through my walk-in closet. I scratched my head, as I slipped on some Ralph Lauren boxers underneath my towel. I searched through racks of pants, until I got to some white fitted jeans. I chose a white tank and classic high white Air Force 1s to go with it. After getting some gold chains and a watch to match, I was ready for this pool party.
I walked out my closet and into the hallway, seeing Mariah's door wide open. I walked towards her room and knocked, seeing her watching TV.
"Can I come in?"
She turned the volume down and sat up.
"You know Marcelena, had some family issues to work out. Which means I have to leave you home, by yourself." I said walking in and sitting next to her on her bed.
"O-Ok-Okay..."
"If something happens, call me. Then 911."
She nodded and laid back down to finish watching TV. It was so weird how she acted: one minute, she was as normal as any teenager. Then the next, she did the craziest things. Like a few days ago, when I had Marcelena come over to watch Mariah, while I went on a date with Angela. I told her what I was doing and where I was going, and she had a complete fit. She started screaming, throwing things. Unfortunately, all the "excitement" led to her having an asthma attack. I calmed her down, giving her her inhaler and putting her to bed before Marcelena got here. That was a scary day. Now, when I tell her I'm leaving, I don't tell her I'm with Angela. She doesn't seem to like it when I mention I'll be with other women. Why, I don't know but it probably has something to do with each time she's kissed me.
"Alright, I'll be back home sometime after midnight, so don't wait up."
I looked down at my watch, reading it was a quarter after six. The sun was now setting and I had an hour to get to Myles' house.
"Try not to burn my house down."
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I pulled up in my white Acura TSX , realizing I was all whited down. I casually strolled into the party, wide-eyed at what I saw. Women from wall to wall, corner to corner. The music was loud, the lights were low. This was a legit party.
"Prince, you finally showed up! Here, take this!"
"What is it?!"
Ray saw me first. We had to yell, just to understand each other.
"Just drink it! It'll make you feel less tense!"
I drank the brown liquor, feeling a bittersweet aftertaste. It was strong as hell, but I managed to stay standing.
"C'mon, we all in VIP!"
I followed him to this back room that was a bit more reserved. The cloud smoke of Cuban cigars filled the room, making me cough a bit. There was a heated game of dominoes going on, with women in bikinis in every man's lap, even Craig's. I took a cigar myself and took a few quick puffs. The smoke rose from my lips into the air.
"Hey Jacob."
I turned around, seeing Angela in a blue two piece. She had a drink in her hand and sly grin on her face.
"Hey Angela." I couldn't help but stare...
"You look nice."
"And you look....amazing."
She blushed, then slowly walked past me.
"Thanks. Enjoy the party."
I watched her walk through the glass doors towards the pool. She walked to a couple of her friends and they started talking. It was probably about me, since she kept looking back at me.
"Man, what are you waiting for?"
"What you mean?"
"I mean, Angela! She is hella fine and it's obvious she wants you."
"Mhmm, if I was you, I'd tattoo my name in that ass right quick."
"Why every time we talk about women, Angela specifically, y'all act like dogs?" I took a seat on the couch, dousing another strong alcoholic beverage.
"Because men are dogs, and women like Angela are bad as fuck. You need to hurry up and claim her, before I do."
"Myles, you back off Prince's woman. You know she don't like you." Craig laughed, making everybody else laugh.
"How is she my woman? We only went out on a couple dates..."
"The she's planning on being your woman. Just wait..."
"Whatever, fuck all that. Soon as I beat Craig, we finna go out there and turn up."
"If you had any game, you'd be able to beat me. With yo non-having-game ass."
We laughed hysterically, as Craig humiliated Myles in his own home. Myles looked butt hurt, but nobody really cared. We all jumped up to go out and have a good ass time.
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By the time I got home, I was out of energy. I was drunk, for the umpteenth time, so Angela and Ray had to take me home. They left my car there, and said Myles would come and get me to get it. I didn't care in that moment, I was just happy to be home.
"He needs something to flush out the alcohol."
"Maybe, this?"
I was sprawled out on my armchair trying to stay awake.
"Here, Prince drink this."
They handed me some green, thick liquid. It tasted terrible, and I spit it out.
"Oh god, what the hell was that?!"
"Prince shut up before Mariah hears you!"
I forgot about Mariah. She was fast asleep and I could've woken her.
"Well, I think we should go now. He'll be fine here on the sofa."
"See you in the morning Prince."
Their footsteps headed for the door, while I sat tiredly in the armchair. It was dead silent, as I went in and out of sleep. Minutes went by and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought it was Angela for some reason. I had grabbed her hand and sat her on my lap. I had my eyes closed, as she pressed her lips against mine. I didn't know what was in that drink, but it had me feeling good. Reeeaal good...
I fixated her so she was straddling my waist, as I kissed her over and over again. Her hands rested around my neck, as I explored her thighs. I had my hand on her underwear, about to pull them off, when I opened my eyes. But I still could hardly see. Something about what I was doing, though, didn't feel right. But that juice had made me horny and I couldn't help myself...
I carried her upstairs, where I laid her down. We started kissing and touching. I pulled my shirt over my head and kissed from her lips, to her neck, collarbone to chest, where I had unbuttoned her dress shirt. I took one breast in my mouth, as I worked her panties off. She squirmed under my touch, but I held her down. I wanted her, badly, at this very moment. Her body was calling my name and I had to answer.
We were in a heated passion, holding each other close, moaning and groaning like crazy. Each one of her screams were music to my ears. All I heard was my name being called as the air grew completely hot, while we wrestled in the soaked sheets. Her body shook with every stroke. I was impressing my damn self...
Once it was allover, and I came after her, we laid together. I gripped her arms while her back was to me. I held her like I never wanted to let go.
And by the time morning came, I was left feeling disoriented when I noticed her gone. Something in the back of my mind had me confused and displeased with myself, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. What did I do so wrong?
Ugh..I hate using the word "horny". It sounds so weird...£_£
Why y'all think "she" left? (whoever "she" was...^_*)