Page 3 of His Starr Player

“Not really. I’ll enjoy tequila sometimes, though. I prefer soju and shit like that.”

“Really? I love soju and sake.”

He smirked. “Full of surprises.”

“Definitely.”

Marnajah joined us with a wide grin. She was beyond drunk. She draped her arms over both of our shoulders and serenaded us.

“Please tell me whooooooo, who’s getting all my love.” She sang off key.

“Who’s getting all my love?” I joined in.

Marcus remained stoic as we sang Chris Brown’s song like we were fighting broken hearts too. After the second verse, the DJ switched it to something for the grown and sexy. The slow tempo with the sultry voice had all the couples grinding on each other on the dance floor.

“Well, this isn’t a song I want to sing with my brother in the room,” Marnajah joked.

“Good. I don’t want to see you doing nothing nasty in my presence, bighead.” Marcus chuckled.

“I don’t know. I think we should bump and grind, Najah,” I teased and grabbed her waist. I suggestively danced with her, which resulted in a fit of giggles from the both of us.

I could feel Marcus’s eyes on me. When our gazes met, he raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what the look meant, but I wanted to find out.

“I’m going to get some fresh air,” I announced to the section.

“Do you need someone to go with you?” Livy asked as she bit into a honey hot wing. When did she order food? I did not know, but she was going to town on them.

“Nah, I’m going to be good, boo.” I grabbed my purse and sauntered out of the section. I went outside to the parking lot, which was ducked off between two buildings. There were abouttwenty rows of cars. There were a few drunken fools stumbling along the sidewalk, but nothing suspicious. I found my car and leaned against the driver’s side door. I welcomed the cool night air against my skin. The section was air-conditioned, but all those bodies dancing and screaming in the space had made it stuffy.

Or was it the fine ass, six feet and five inches, brown-skinned man who had made you hot and bothered?

The question only plagued my mind for a split second. The man of my thoughts had made his way over to me. He looked even more delectable under the hue of the streetlights.

“Hey,” he said in a soft tone.

“Hey,” I replied in a similar tone.

“I just wanted to check on you.”

I smiled. “I’m good. Not you were worried about me.”

“Something like that.” He crossed his arms over his chest and eyed me from head to toe and back up.

“What? You like what you see?” I asked in a teasing voice.

“Hell yes.”

I could feel my cheeks burn from the reply. “Well, what are you going to do about it?”

“What doyouwant me to do about it? I’m down for whatever you are down for.”

I shifted my weight on my feet and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m down for a lot of things.”

“Closed mouths don’t get fed, and I’m not a mind reader, Ava. What do you want?”

I cleared my throat. “I want you.”

“Yeah? You can have me.”

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