Page 53 of Forbidden Love

“That’s a disrespectful bitch.” I managed to say between laughs.

“She still gave me her number; I can tell she eat ass. I told her, I like my women built just like her with baby teeth so they don’t bite my dick when they deep throating it.” Fatz held his belly and laughed.

“Why the fuck you say that?” I chuckled.

“Shiddd, I don’t know nigga. It sounded poetic as fuck and she liked that shit.” He smiled.

I stared at Fatz and just shook my head. We sat there enjoying the moment as two more strippers stepped in front of us, making it clap. Fatz stopped one of them and had her pass him a wing.

“Happy birthday, nigga.” I passed him the rest of the blunt.

I sparked up a new blunt and leaned back to catch a vibe. An hour into being in the strip club, I made Fatz drink two bottles of water. The bottle of D’usse he had was half gone. He bopped toward the DJ and had him play ‘Return Of The Mack’. Fatz owned this club tonight, and I made a mental note to talk to the owner to see if he was looking into selling the place.

If not, I would just have a couple built from ground up. Besides being in the streets heavy, I wanted to start making investments for my exit out. I already invested into a couple laundry mats, I had about four dry cleaners and was looking intogetting a couple of restaurants as well. I wanted to create nine to five businesses that would keep a steady revenue to clean my money up.

I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about clean money and generational wealth.

“Fatz is on one tonight.” A nigga by the name of Dro chuckled and pointed to him.

Fatz was back in the middle of the dance floor, slow grinding with a girl that looked like she was falling in love with him by the second. She rubbed on his belly and rotated her hips. I scanned the club and suddenly everything slowed the fuck down.

Yeremy walked past security; it was like the room bent in her direction. She stepped in this bitch like sin dipped in honey. Her hair was slicked back in a long braid that kissed the top of her round ass. Her cream-colored dress was tight, hugging her curvaceous thick body. Yeremy’s caramel complexion had a glow to it. I barely noticed the chick that was with her until she followed behind Yeremy.

My chest tightened, dick stiffened, it felt like I had got sucker-punched in the heart.Damn.Was all I could think in my head over and over. I fucking missed her sexy thick ass. I needed to play shit cool but the urge to get up and go after her had started to ride me hard.Where the fuck you been?

I watched her, ignoring the stripper in front of me. Fatz was still on the dance floor, now he had strippers picking up the chicken bones off the floor. They kept coming back to our section to bring him more. Yeremy had only been in this bitch for about ten minutes now, and I watched her every step. My jaw tightened each time she smiled at another lame nigga. I watched the way niggas looked at her.

They was thirsty as fuck and hungry for her. I blew out a cloud of smoke, the stripper next to me failed miserablyto get my attention. I finally looked at her; not wanting to fuck her money up for the night, I picked up a wad of hundreds and stuffed them in the front of her thong. She blushed hard when my hand grazed her bald moist pussy.

Yeremy was all I saw. She laughed, tossed her head back like she didn’t know the power she held. Finally, I saw her tell her friend something, she rose from her section and made her way toward the back of the club. My pulse kicked up; I watched her pull at the hem of her dress with each hurried step she took.

I crushed the end of my blunt against the table then got up. Adjusting my chain, I made my way through the club toward her direction. I waited outside the restroom door with wild thoughts running through my head. I could have sworn that I smelled her sweet perfume lingering in the hall way. I ain’t never chased a female or wanted a female to want me just as bad as I wanted them.

This shit with Yeremy was out of my control. Since the first taste of her, I couldn’t stop myself from craving her. Right now, I wanted to see if two months apart made her forget how to breathe when she looked at me.Fuck it, I’m going in!

Chapter 27

Yeremy

Shit! Don’t fuckin’ panic, Yeremy!I thought as my heels clicked against the restroom floor. I tried to stand in front of the mirror but couldn’t even look at my worried reflection. I wiped invisible sweat from my brows and ignored the way people stared at me inside of the restroom. I saw Sol, my heart dropped down to my stomach. I tried to play the shit cool but I started to freak the fuck out.

I felt him, all of him. My body reacted to him soon as I laid eyes on him when me and Shardae first got here. Before his eyes could land on mine, I tried to act like I didn’t even see him at all. I clutched the edge of the sink, there was two girls near the hand dryer whispering shit about how the Eastie niggas were paid and had been tossing money all night long for Sol’s brother Fatz.

They argued about who was getting at who, the shorter woman claimed Sol while the taller woman claimed Fatz. I sighed and bowed my head in defeat. I thought after two months, I wouldn’t still want him. I tried to hate him hard enough to stay far the hell away from him. I spent plenty of days looking at his contact stored in my phone, wanting to call him. I talked myself out of even wanting closure.

We never got into a real relationship so technically he didn’t owe me any type of explanation. If anything, I owed him a reason why I cut him off the way that I did. I told myself that his cocky ass already knew why. I also felt like if he really wanted to find me he would. Maybe I was just something that he wanted to conquer and be done with.

It took a cold ass nigga to kill your ex then end up fucking you. Sol snatched my soul and made my body feel things that it had never felt before. I hated how my heart sped up and my breath got caught in my throat like I belonged to him. Like I was ever his, sixty-four nights of hearing his deep sexy voice in my head. Now that I knew it was him that coldly killed Ramsey, I couldn’t forget the chill of his rage, how he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

I end up pressing my back against the wall, my breathing was shallow as hell.

“Get it together, Yeremy,” I whispered to myself.

Soon as the words left my mouth, the restroom doors creaked open. I shut my eyes and opened them. The women surrounding me froze, their eyes were on Sol. He stood tall, about six feet with a crisp fresh cut. His goatee was perfectly edged up, he smirked at me and ran his hand over the waves in his head. His Cuban link sat on his chest like royalty and glinted with each step he took toward me.

My stomach did somersaults the closer he got. His dark eyes searched the bathroom then landed back on me. I was the target; he had a look in his eyes that screamed how much in trouble I was in. It all happened too fast for me to react. His large hand wrapped around my throat, his cologne invaded all of my senses.

I melted from his touch; I hated the way my mind said no but my body said yes. He squeezed harder and didn’t say shit. His free hand reached underneath my dress, he yanked my pantiesto the side and skillfully slid his index finger up and down my wet slit.

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