Unknown POV
"Your mission is to woo him." Boss gives me a sly smile. "Nicki will be heartbroken."
I nod my head. "Consider it done."
Noah's POV
The club is literally like a giant garage with a bar and flashing lights. The only thing you get to do here is dance. I'm bored as fuck, but I've only been at this club with Wayne and Drake fifteen minutes and already Drake is turned the fuck up. He's taken seven shots and I'm thinking about taking him home. I can barely understand what he's saying anymore.
Right now, he's holding a bottle of champagne in his hand and dancing with a few other girls. Wayne and I share a look then head out to the dance floor.
Drake looks at us and smiles. "Heyyy guys join the party!"
I roll my eyes. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll pass."
He shrugs and continues dancing. One of the women start to grind on him.
Fuck. What about Nicki?
Wayne and I pull Drake away and towards the nearest empty booth, ignoring his whining. He can barely stand upright so we sit him down. He stands back up.
"What's your deal," he slurs, jabbing his finger at me. "I juss wanna party man like why cain't you accept that."
"Nigga, you need to turn down," comments Wayne, shaking his head. "We gon' take you home in a lil' minute 'cause you actin' a damn fool."
"No I ain't."
"Yeah, you are." I shoot him a look. "What about Nicki?"
Drake doesn't say anything for a minute. Then I notice the weird look on his face and curse under my breath. I grab his hand and drag his staggering ass down the short hallway next to us and into the men's bathroom. I lift the toilet seat up as Drake kneels on the floor and spills whatever contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl.
I've got my hand on his back but I'm looking away. I know I'm one of his best friends but EW. He owes me big-time after tonight.
Drake finishes and flushes. He attempts to stand back up but he almost topples over. I catch him before he hits the floor. Then I make a face.
"You've got throw up all over your fucking shirt!"
He gives me a dopey smile. "All the more reason to take it off!" He grunts and stand up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it in the sink, revealing his strong chest.
I look into his slightly red eyes. "You. Are going. Home!" I scold. "Come on!"
(Just hold on, we're goin' home.)
I pull him out of the bathroom by his arm and lead him back out into the raging club area. The flashing lights are giving me a headache and I'm ready to go, too.
Wayne meets us by the door and I glance at Drake, who's struggling to keep conscious. His eyes open and close and his head keeps leaning forward like when you're trying not to fall asleep.
"Nigga, wake up!" Wayne snaps.
Drake snaps to attention. "Wha?"
A girl walks over to us. She's got full lips and curves that stick out. Her caramel skin almost glistens in the flashing lights. Her hazel eyes land on Drake, who smiles.
"Hello," she says in a seductive tone.
Unknown POV
He sent me to woo Aubrey Graham, so here I am, at this whack ass excuse for a club. I learned from an inside source that Drake was drunk like a motherfucker, so what better time than now to make him cheat on his bitch? I had slipped him his shots, knowing he would down them in a heartbeat. The champagne was courtesy of the waiter I had given a couple bucks to do so.
I approach the trio and Drake stares at me with lust in his eyes. I give him a lopsided smile and glance at his friends, who stand there, dumbstruck.
I run my fingers down his naked chest. "I so happened to notice your attractiveness across the room," I purr.
Drake bites his bottom lip and looks me up and down without a word.
I take his hand and tug him away, and I hear his friends shouting to him in protest.
"Aye, thot, bring my friend back!" says the one with long dreads. I ignore him and bring the incoherent Drake to the most secluded room.
As soon as we stop walking and I shut the door, I get down on my knees and unhook his belt and pull his pants and boxers down. I drag my tongue down his abs before I get to work.
I hear Drake gasp. "Fuck, girl." He holds my head closer with his hands.
I continue until he cums down my throat. I smile and swallow.
He looks down at me and says, "Damn, boo, you can do somn' witcho mouth."
I beam. "Only for you, baby."
I work my miniskirt off and pull my shirt over my head, leaving me only in my thong. I didn't bother to wear a bra today.
Drake tackles me onto the cold concrete floor and my back arches as he immediately inserts all of himself inside me, slipping my thong to the side. There's no romance in this sex, no kissing. We just look into each other's eyes, him drunk as hell and me on a mission.
We keep at it until we both cum about three times. Drake gets up off the floor and puts his clothes back on, and I do the same, my legs trembling. That was fucking fantastic.
Drake slips out of the room, stumbling. Making sure he's gone, I take my phone from my pocket and text my boss: Done.
Noah's POV
I see Drake stagger towards us and I stare him down. He's pulling his belt through the loops of his pants.
"What did you do?" I ask him when he finally hooks his belt.
"Nuttin'," he says, putting an innocent look on his face.
Wayne and I share a surprised look.
"How you gonna tell Nicki?" Wayne questions.
"Tell her what?" Drake gives us a hard look, and we catch the message.
I put my hands in the air with surrender. "She won't hear it from us. Our lips are sealed, man."
Drake's face softens. "A'ight, we can go." I know he's still drunk off his ass, so Wayne and I help him to the car outside. We push him into the back seat while he laughs about random shit.
"Yo car is so cold, man. . ." he slurs as I start the car. I pull out of the parking lot and we drive off towards his house. He continues rambling until I hear him gag and puke all over the back of my seat.
"Fuck!" I stop the car. "Dammit."
Drake sniffs. "I'm sorry. . ."
Wayne turns and looks at the mess. He immediately turns back around. "Uhn. That's nasty."
I sigh so loudly it sounds almost like a growl. I start driving the car again, rolling the window down because of the smell, and we pull up to his house in the driveway next to Nicki's white car.
I pull Drake from the backseat. He laughs and doesn't make it easy for us to move him by laying on the front lawn.
"Imma sleep here!" he exclaims, laughing like an idiot. I huff and Wayne and I grab his ankles and drag him to the front door.
"Ow," he says when we pull him over the two steps. I ring the doorbell.
Nicki opens the door, Audrey on her hip. She frowns when she sees us. "What the hell is wrong with him?" She jabs a finger at the barely conscious Drake. "And where's his shirt?"
"Drunk ass," Wayne mumbles.
Nicki rolls her eyes and moves so we can walk in. Drake smiles at Nicki as we pull him up into his feet. "Hi Baby," he says and kisses her on the lips. She starts to kiss him back but she pulls away with a disgusted look on her face.
"Yo breath smells like liquor," she says, recoiling. She looks back at us. "Can I ask how many shots he took?"
"Seven. Plus some champagne," I answer. "God knows where he got it from."
Nicki's mouth becomes and open "o". Drake wanders over the couch and falls onto it, snoring away before he could even hit the cushions.
Nicki shakes her head and looks at us. "I'll have him call you when he wakes up from his massive hangover." She gives us an evil smirk. "I'm gonna make his life a living hell for y'all tomorrow, I know he owes y'all big time."
"Exactly!" I say. "One, he got sick all over his shirt at the club and in my fucking car. Two, he made us go to that whack ass club, and three, he--" I cut myself off. I was gonna tell Nicki about the other girl he possibly fucked/got head from.
"He what?"
I shake my head. "Nothing. See you later, Nic."
Nicki smiles at us as we head to the front door. "See y'all later." And with that she closes the door behind us.
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