Page 10 of Forbidden Love

His diamond chain looked heavy across his collarbone. The waves in his head surfed with a crispy ass line up. Behind him was his brother Fatz who matched his fly to be a big nigga. The rest of the men trailed behind Sol and Fatz wearing all black with the same Eastie aura. Dangerous, clean, and rich as fuck.

I swallowed down my lust as he walked right past our section like he owned the club. Maybe he did with the way people parted for him. He slid into his section across from ours, dropping into the cushion like a king reclaiming his throne. He leaned back and just stared at me. That stare crawled up my thighs and circled around my hips before landing on my face like a challenge.

Suddenly, I didn’t want to dance or even be in the club. My hormones raged; all I could think about was finally trying to get some damn dick.

“Girl, that nigga staring at you hard as hell. You want ’em? Cause if not, I’ll bust a move.” Bianca chuckled.

Although I knew she was playing with me, her comment about making a move on Sol pissed me off. I got even more frustrated with knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I could do with Sol. Fucking around with him, would be worse than it was with Ramsey. I picked up my bottle of Patron and tried to get back in the same mind frame that I was in before Sol walked in.

“Girl do what you do, I ain’t tripping off Sol. Him and Casper close, you know how he is.” I uttered.

“Girl shut up, I was just playing. With how y’all was eyeing each other, you want his fine black ass. I’ll take the chubby nigga with the grill. Big baby fine and he look like he can cook.” Bianca giggled.

All three of us shared a laugh as we continued to turn up together. I tried to go back to dancing, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. It was like I felt Sol watching me without looking over at him. It felt like that man snatched the rhythm out of me.

“You need to sit down before you fall down.” Shardae said tugging at my wrist.

I gave in and flopped down laughing. My chest rose and fell as I gathered the courage to look back at Sol. He hadn’t blinked once, and he was still eyeing me. It wasn’t a lustful stare either,it was deliberate. Like a warning and invitation, all in one. The challenge in his eyes made me turn my attention to my drink. I tried to take a sip from my glass and control my trembling hands.

“Yeremy, you good? We can leave if you feel like you reached your limit.” Shardae leaned against me lovingly.

Shardae and I were sometimes closer than Bianca. She was very observant and loving. Although Shardae was happily married, she always tried to make time for us when we went too long without hanging out.

“Hell naw, she fine! Plus, the club just warming up. Here, drink some water.” Bianca shoved a bottle of water into my hands.

“Girl, shut the fuck up. You just trying to find your next sponsor.” Shardae spat out, already getting tired of Bianca.

Bianca and Shardae was like oil and water. They loved each other, without a doubt, but always had heavy banter between each other. Bianca didn’t work like that but somehow kept her bills paid by doing side scams every month or having a man take care of her. She also got paid to be a video vixen from time to time. Men fell for her high-yellow complexion and pretty ass smile.

Bianca had a banging ass body; one of her men gave her the money for a mommy make-over. She got her ass done and breast lifted. The club life was what she was used to at the age of twenty-six. Shardae was the baby out the three of us. She was twenty-four years old and still in school for her doctorates. Shardae was soft spoken and married with no kids. Her husband spoiled her and did everything for her while supporting and pushing her to reach all her goals in life.

Her and Arthur were high school sweethearts and had been together since ninth grade. Shardae was a beautiful curvy chocolate drop. Her sister locs were always twisted to perfection.Shardae was soft spoken and carried herself with class. I’ve known both of my friends since high school and out of all of us, Shardae was more mature at an early age.

“You sure you good, babe?” Shardae asked one more time for clarity.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I lied, licking salt from the rim of my glass.

The club felt hotter now, the music didn’t matter nor did the people. Every couple of seconds, I looked over at Sol. Each time I looked his eyes was on me like I already belonged to him. I fidgeted, crossed my legs than uncrossed them, not knowing how to act all of a sudden. He stood from his section like time owed him something and stepped out of the space with calm arrogance.

When I noticed him heading my way, my breath got locked in my throat.What the fuck?His brother Fatz followed close behind with a silly grin on his face. I smoothed my dress and got mad at my own actions. I didn’t want to look like I was pressed. I wanted to bite my lip but didn’t want to give him more than he already had in mind.

“Damn, I only came over because I thought y’all had all flats!” Fatz yelled over the music, stepping in front of Sol.

His eyes gazed down at our table in disappointment.

“Flats?” Bianca asked confused.

“Yeah, flats! Bitches love all flats. Me personally, I like flats, drums, and thick ass thighs. Chicken is chicken.” He shrugged, flashing his gold diamond grill.

My stomach knotted up as we all looked at each other and fell out laughing. Fatz chuckled and went to sit next to Shardae, leaving Sol in clear view.

“Order some flats! All hot!” Fatz pulled out a stack of money.

I loved Fatz’ personality already, and I could tell Bianca silly ass was feeling him too.

“You in the club acting like Casper ain’t ya Pops,” Sol said right in my ear.

He was so close with his deep raspy voice that I felt his lips brush across my earlobe. I shuttered and regretted that shit instantly. His hand swooped around my waist and pulled me close.

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