Page 33 of He Snatched My Soul

“That may be so, but wait until he sees you in that outfit. Lordy! He is going to lose his shit!” Jayla snapped her fingers, hyping me up.

“I doubt that. I’m sure it’s going to be a lot of women there with better bodies than me that’s going to have his attention.”

“Now, hold up bitch! You better fix your motherfukin’ crown! That nigga would be lucky to have a fine, bad bitch like you. You better strut that thick body like you own the fucking world. Toot your horn, boo! Choo! Choo!” One thing about my bestie, she’s always been my hype girl.

“You're right. I guess my past has me doubting myself.”

“Fuck that past and the horse that nigga Greg rode in on. We are living for today. From what we spoke about this past week, that man is all about you. Yes, it’s been only a few days, but didn’t you say your mom and dad got married after only knowing each other for a week? Look how they turned out. Their love was beautiful from what you told me. What makes you think this can’t be you and Jamian?”

I pondered on the words Jayla had just dropped on me. My parents did have a beautiful love story. It just ended too soon. Jayla and I stayed on the phone until it was time for me to finish getting ready. Since my hair was done already and my clothes were laid out, all that was left for me to do was to do my makeup and get dressed. I didn’t wear too much makeup on the regular, so I did a light beat to my face and just added my signature clear lip gloss.

I completed my outfit with a pair of black furry slippers, showcasing my freshly painted toes. I was gonna do some sexy heels, but I thought about how I would be on my feet most of the night and changed my mind. After spraying on some perfumeand placing some diamond studs in my ears, I stood in the floor-length mirror, admiring my look. The lace babydoll maxi gown was see-through and fit my thick body like a glove. All I wore underneath it was a lace thong, so my big, juicy ass looked succulent, which I’m sure would have Jamian salivating at the mouth. It was cut low in the front with adjustable spaghetti straps, so my boobs sat up perfectly.

Doors opened at seven for the hotel and casino, but the party for our VIP members was being held in the lower level, which started at eight. There’s a separate entrance for those who are partaking in the special festivities. I didn’t want people to be walking around upstairs half-naked with the regular guests and have people thinking we were running a brothel. We were an exclusive adult establishment, but we still wanted it to be classy.

When my driver pulled up to the front of the hotel, and I couldn’t help but smile. The Armstrong Resort and Casino may not be my business, but I put this all together and was pleased with the way the vision that was presented to me came to life. Seeing all the multi-colored lights dazzling around the tall building that lit up the block was a sight to see. You could see them for blocks. The whole scene was electric. Cars and limousines lined the streets as the guests waited to enter inside to explore what was behind the glass doors. Yeah, I did that!

Henry, my driver, pulled to the back of the hotel. He got out to assist me from the back of the vehicle. Excited was an understatement as I stepped out, tightening the belt on my trench coat as I headed inside the resort. I was ready for a night filled with fun and enjoyment.

Ibobbed my head to “Presha” by 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne as I slipped on my black and gold silk Versace robe. With no shirt, I made sure to oil down my body. A nigga can’t be looking this good and be ashy. Nah, I don’t roll like that.

After taking off my durag, I checked to make sure my waves were on point before spraying on some cologne. I looked down at my gold Audemars to check the time. It was going on eight-thirty. I was late as fuck. I knew Modesty was going to flip. She had already called and texted me a hundred times. We were both supposed to greet the guest at the door, but time slipped past me. A few of the workers complained that their iPads were glitching, and it took me about an hour to fix the problem. Then, one of the slot machines went haywire, so I had to get the technician to fix the shit. It seemed like everything that could go wrong today did just that. By the time it was all said and done, it was seven o’clock. Luckily, I reserved a room, so I didn’t have to go back to the villa to get dressed.

When I went to grab my wallet, my phone began ringing, stopping my music. Looking down at the screen, I saw it was, Omar. I forgot that I was supposed to hit him back. He called me earlier, but I was busy. I felt sorry for my boy because he was going through with his baby mama, Lyric. She was offered a job opportunity in Texas and told him she was taking it. I guess she didn’t know the nigga she spread her legs for because Omar was crazy. More like certified. Then again, she must be crazy, too, since she thinks he is letting her take his seed thousands of miles away from him.

“What’s good, O,” I answered.

“Can’t call it. Just came back from restocking all my candy stores. You know how I do,” Omar spoke in code with “candy store” meaning trap house.

“That’s what’s up. Look, I need to head down to this party. I’m late as fuck already. You straight?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. So what y’all wearing… matching pajamas tonight?” He chuckled.

“Man, get the fuck off my line.” I chuckled as well. “Nah, but baby girl is definitely going to be wifey. She just gotta get with the program, you feel me?” I was dead serious. Modesty was gonna be mine, no cap.

“Are you sure this is what you want? I’m sure there's gonna be a lot of bad bitches at that freaky-ass party.”

“Yeah, but there’s only one woman that I’m gonna have my eyes on.”

“I hear you. Well, go get your woman. I’ll holla.” With that, Omar ended the call.

I slipped my iced-out Cuban link around my neck and made sure I had everything I needed before leaving my room, and then headed down the hall to the elevator. I pressed the call button, and within seconds, it was here. I stepped on, swipedmy keycard, and punched in the special code that would take me straight to the lower level.

The elevator opened to the main level, and the place was already crawling with people. “Touch It” by DVSN boomed throughout the room. The party had already started as a few couples were on the floor getting their dance on. Beautiful women strutted around in feathered masks and sexy lingerie, damn near half-naked. I can’t front, this shit was dope as fuck. The gold and black balloons floated in the ceiling with streamers hanging from them. Even under the dim lights, you had a clear view of everything. As I headed for the bar to get a drink, I surveyed the crowd for Modesty. I didn’t know what she was wearing, so it was hard to single her out in the crowd of partygoers. Earlier, I had tried to get her to let me see what she was wearing tonight, but she didn’t budge.

“Hey, bossman, what can I get you?” Essence, the bartender, lustfully stared at me. With her breasts poked out, she bit her lip as her eyes dropped to my chest.

Essence was a fine brown-skinned chick with these weird colored and long locs down her back. Although she was a nice-looking woman, shorty wasn’t my type. I like my women a little on the thick side with a fat ass. Essence was slim, with nice size breasts and ass, but she just didn’t do it for me. Besides, I only had eyes for one woman.

“Let me get two shots of Hennessy, no ice.”

“Coming right up.” She winked at me and went to fix my drinks. She quickly came back, sitting the shots in front of me, and went back to helping the other guests.

After taking back the first shot, I held the other as I leaned back on the bar and looked out onto the dance floor. The song switched to “Nasty” by Joshua Showtime Williams, and shit really got heated on the dance floor. Muthafuckas was practically fucking. But there was this one chick with long hair down toher ass who was dancing by herself that caught my attention. Baby girl was all into the music as she swayed her hips to the tempo of the melody. She was thick as fuck from the back. The outfit, if that’s what the hell you can call it, left nothing to the imagination. Even under the dim lighting, I could see that she only wore a thong under the lace shit she had on. That big ass swallowed up that muthafuckin’ thong, and all I could think was… Damn!

When she turned around, immediately, my dick got hard. Since she wasn’t wearing a mask, I noticed that it was Modesty that I was looking at. It was like déjà vu all over again as I watched her with my bottom lip tucked between my teeth. And just like the first time I saw her three years ago, I was mesmerized, and like a moth to a flame, I quickly made my way to my woman after sitting my empty shot glass down on the bar,. Her back was now facing me, so I wrapped my arms around her and loudly whispered in her ear.

“I don’t know if I want to tongue yo’ ass down and give you this dick or make you cover up so these niggas in here can’t see you.” I kissed the nape of her neck.As she gyrated her ass against my dick, my hands explored her thick body.

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