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“Hey, are you going to your usual spot?” she asked. Her eyes darted back and forth between Julian and me.

“I’ll give y’all some privacy,” Julian stated.

He turned to walk away, but Clarissa stopped him.

“Wait. Maybe you can come too if Coop doesn’t mind.”

Julian looked my way, and I nodded. If she wanted to get fucked by the both of us, I had no problem with it. Clarissa and I fucked around for six months, but she was free to do whatever she wanted with her body. She just knew to come whenever Icalled, and she did with no issues. That was why I kept her around. She knew her place and didn’t bother me otherwise.

“Shit, if that’s what you want to do, shorty, I have no qualms about it.”

Clarissa stepped closer to Julian and ran one of her long nails down the center of his chest. “That’s exactly what I want to do.”

“Say less. I’ll meet y’all at the spot,” Julian said then walked toward his car.

When he was out of earshot, I focused on Clarissa. She and I had never had a threesome, and I honestly didn’t think she was the type.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m very sure. I’ll see you shortly.” She winked and walked away.

I watched her until she got to her car then walked to mine. Everybody was on the same page, so there was nothing else that needed to be said. When I got to my car, I started it up. The roar of the engine echoed through the almost empty parking garage.

I didn’t have to tell Julian where to go because we only stayed at the Ferguson Hotel whenever it was one in the city. If there wasn’t, we stayed at another five-star hotel, but the Ferguson was our preferred location. I never had a problem with groupies in the lobby when I stayed there, and none of my guests were bothered either. The paparazzi didn’t stick around either because they didn’t play that shit there. I had full discretion, and that was why I loved going there. It was a bonus that it was black owned. Julian and I arrived at the hotel at the same time.

“How are you just getting here?” I asked as I stepped out of the car.

“I had to make a pit stop. I wasn’t expecting shit, so I had to be prepared.” He smirked as he grabbed his bag from the back seat.

“Shit, I wasn’t expecting it either. She ain’t ever said anything about fucking with you.”

We walked side by side to the elevator.

“This ain’t new for us, but are you okay with it? I know y’all been kicking it for a minute.”

I pressed the button for the elevator then slid my hand into my pocket. I silently prayed there wasn’t a random person getting off the elevator, even though we were at the one that was for VIP guests only. Random groupies would somehow find a way back there.

“We cool, but we ain’t like that. You know I would have said something if I wasn’t with it.”

“I know. I just wanted to make sure,” Julian replied as the elevator door opened.

Luckily, it was empty, so we stepped on and pressed the button for our floor.

I could see why Julian asked if I was sure because Clarissa had been around for longer than anyone else I fucked off with. He assumed I had developed feelings for her, but I hadn’t. She was a decent chic, but that’s where shit ended with us.

“It’s all good. She might take a minute to get here, so if you need to go to your room, you can,” I told him as we stepped off the elevator.

“Aight. I’m going to shower and shit, then I’ll be down there.”

“Bet.”

When we made it down the hall, Julian went to his room, and I continued down the hall to mine. I already took a shower at the arena, and since I planned on getting dirty, I didn’t take another one. While I waited for the party to get started, I took a couple of shots of brown liquor. I just needed a little something to take the edge off because I was still a little hyped from the game.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I knew it was Clarissa, so I put my glass down and went to open it for her.

“Hey, where’s Julian?” she asked as she walked in. She wore a trench coat, but I knew she didn’t have anything on underneath it.

“He’ll be here soon. You want a drink?” I walked over to the bar to pour myself another shot and get her one if she wanted it.