Page 21 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

“I’m good,” I assured him before I tapped shorty’s thigh and told her to get up for a second. “Let me holla at bro.”

Walking over to the corner of the section, I peered back and saw shorty walk over and whisper to one of her friends that was entertaining Wild. That nigga lived up to his name because he was dry-humping one girl while he made the other two kiss.

“That’s one freaky-ass nigga.” I chuckled as I pulled from my blunt. “Is he always like this?”

“Man, listen… I pray every day for his health.” Skip placed his hand in his pocket while we shared a laugh. “I see shorty is looking to get chosen tonight. I ain’t no hater or no shit like that, but watch your back with these hoes from the East. Grove Heights has some of the shadiest women in the city.”

“My Glock doesn’t discriminate,” I said, giving him a knowing look. “I won’t make no noise while I’m here on business, but there’s not a niggaorbitch alive that can say they played with Dre and lived to talk about it. I saw a hotel up the street that I might take her to. I just want to kick it tonight before it’s down to business tomorrow.”

“You got that.” We slapped hands before I let him know I was about to head out. “Hit me if you need me. If not, I’ll get up with you once Uno lands.”

Glancing over at shorty, I nodded toward the exit, and she wasted no time sliding out of the booth and wide-stepping toward me. Dapping up Wild, I let him know I would get up with him later. As I rounded the corner of the narrow walkway, I bumped into the softest body. I had to grip her waist to keep her from falling.

“I’m so sorry!” The girl Wild referred to as Denim apologized as her purse and phone fell to the floor. “I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going.”

“Yeah, you should have.” I smirked, still holding her in my arms. “You gotta be careful. We wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”

“Right…” She giggled softly as she pulled away. “I’m Denim… And again, forgive me.”

Smirking, I accepted her awaiting hand. Even her hands were soft, and I couldn’t help but think about how they would feel wrapped around my dick. Peering down into her brown eyes, I felt my dick grow harder than it was when Tammy was dancing in my lap. Speaking of Tammy, the sounds of her huffing and puffing could be heard behind us, reminding me she had been following me to exit the club.

“Um… can we go?” she said with an apparent attitude. “I thought we were going to chill. Why you talking to her?”

I don’t know what it was about this Denim chick but seeing her up close was fucking with me. When I saw her from afar, it did her no justice. Baby girl had a light, feminine scent to her that was driving me crazy. Her body was oozing with sex appeal even though she was fully covered. The fact that she stood there and didn’t run off from the embarrassment of being close to busting her ass said a lot about her confidence. I was ready to say fuck Tammy, but Denim was trouble—I could tell from simply looking into her eyes.

“Say my name…” I barked at Tammy without taking my eyes off Denim. Just because she was trouble didn’t mean I wasn’t going to admire the work of art. She began to pant softly as my eyes drank her in while my words were rough as sandpaper toward Tammy. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Your name?” I could hear the confusion in her tone. “You never told me what it was.”

“Exactly,” I said matter-of-factly, finally giving her my attention. “You don’t know shit about a nigga except how big my dick is. Pipe that hot shit down when you’re talking to me.” Giving my attention back to Denim, I grinned. “See you later, Denim.”

Side-stepping her, I continued my way toward the steps that led to the main floor. Hearing Denim call out to me, I peered over my shoulder and found her still standing where I’d left her. “You didn’t tellmeyour name…”

Rubbing my hands together, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and gave her perfect frame one last look. “Dre,” is all I said before I continued toward the exit with Tammy on my heels. Regardless of the attitude she had, I knew she was still going to leave with me. While Denim’s aroma said, “I’m that bitch,” Tammy’s scent was one of desperation.

As I stood outside and waited for the valet, I gave Tammy the details of the hotel and told her to meet me there. She tried to fight me on it, but I gave her a knowing look, and she let it go. Stepping toward my Range as the valet pulled it to the curb, I scanned the lot and locked eyes with Denim. I threw her a wink before sliding onto the buttery seats. Hopefully, I will see Little Miss Denim again. Milly Grove was but so big, so I was sure we’d run into each sooner or later.

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Steppinginto my appointed room for the evening, I chuckled lowly as I heard Tammy grumble behind me. She made it clear once we walked in that she wasn’t at all pleased to be staying in a Motel 6 for the night.

“You drive a truck well over one hundred thousand dollars, and you bring me to the cheapest hotel on the block?” She rolled her eyes before mugging me. “Why can’t we go to the Ritz or that nice hotel near Mills Manor?”

“Tammy, are you fucking or not?” I asked as I crossed one arm over my chest. I was bored with this conversation, and if she wasn’t going to fuck, I was leaving. “You have two options, love. Give me some pussy, or we can leave. There’s no pressure at all if this isn’t up to your standards. The choice is yours.”

I watched as she looked from me to the bed before she placed her purse on the counter. Like I knew she would, she bent over to kick off her shoes and undress. She could front all she wanted; she knew just like I did that she was going to fuck.

“You know… I was hoping that I would get to spend the night with you when I first saw you walk in tonight.” Pulling her dress over her body, I felt my dick jump at the sight of her nakedness. Dressed in nothing but a black thong, baby was pressure. She had a few stretch marks here and there, but it was nothing to a real nigga. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

Standing at the edge of the bed, I watched through hooded eyes as she crossed the room and came over to stand right before me. Peering down at her, I watched as she dropped to her knees and fondled with my belt buckle. When she wrapped her small hand around my dick, she watched in awe as he grew longer. I couldn’t help but smirk at the excitement as she leaned forward to kiss it; too bad I had to stop her.

“What’s wrong?” She looked up at me in confusion as I placed my hand on her forehead. “Why’d you stop me?”

“I need to slip on a condom first.” I reached down to grab my jeans, but she pushed my hand away. Frowning as I pulled it from my wallet, she went to reach for it, but I wasn’t having it.

“You don’t need that…” She kissed her teeth, rolling her eyes in frustration. “I’m clean… plus, I’m just going to give you head. It’ll feel better without it.”

Ignoring her, I unwrapped the XL Magnum and carefully rolled the sleeve down my dick. No matter how fine a bitch was, there was no way I would ever enter any of her holes raw. Sandra and I have been fucking for years, and I’ve never felt her walls bare, so there was no way I was doing that with someone I’d just met.

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