True to the Game © 2016 (Urban)

C H A P T E R O N E

C H A P T E R O N E

Nalani

"If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gone shoot ya'!" Deon's speakers inside his new Maserati blasted in my ear.  As per usual, Deon hit me up after the game asking me out to Sinner's which is a spot me and him usually go to after he wins a game. Ashley wasted no time booking a flight after the game and heading straight to Montego Bay for her weekly relaxing  vacation. Even though that shit was the dumbest thing I'd ever heard of, I couldn't blame her for eating up all her man's bank. I mean, what else is there to do with the wads of cash Deon gives to her? Ashley should honestly be thanking me for it because Deon only sends her ass off on those trips so he can spend the weekend with me

Now here I am, sitting in the Wonderful Deon Westbrook's new 2016 4-seater. I grinned hard as I watched him grip on my thigh as he continued driving with one hand on the wheel. I honestly wasn't even in the mood for Sinners. I just wanted to come back to Deon's huge ass mansion in Buck head and get the soul fucked out of me all over his crib. "You did so good tonight baby!" I said as I rubbed on his shoulder.

He smirked and gripped my thigh harder. "You tryna' help me celebrate with some of that sweet ass pussy?" Boy was this man a freak! I of course rather quickly agreed and imagined to myself how this night would play out. 

Deon and I have been talking for a little over 3 months and it's been great. I'd had my eye on his fine ass for a minute and wasn't going to stop until I found a way to get him. I know that shit sounds like some shit you'll hear from the bitch on that "Obsessed"movie but it wasn't like that. When I followed him on Instagram several months ago he instantly followed me back and, we'd just been liking each others pictures back and forth. When he realized I was a dancer for the team he played for, he hit ya girl's DM so damn fast! The rest is truly all history from there...

When we got inside Sinner's the whole place was damn packed. I wasn't sure what the hell Deon had in mind because we had specific rules about going out with each other. I suggest he play it smart unless he he's trying to get himself caught up. 

"Uh Deon..What the hell are you doing?" He was acting like both me and him didn't have fiancee's who wouldn't fucking kill us. "Baby girl just chill, I got this." He gripped onto my hand and led me to the upstairs of Sinner's. It was the high class, VIP section with some serious ass security guards who were very familiar with who Deon was so I wasn't worried about anybody seeing us now.

We both seated ourselves in the velvet booth and luckily nobody was up here besides an old white couple who looked way too damn old to be in the club. Deon was scooted so damn close to me and I most definitely wasn't complaining. I swear this nigga smelt and looked so damn good. He only had on a simple black v-neck and loose fitted dark-washed jeans along with his few Jesus pieces to compliment the outfit but he just looked so good.

 "Man I'm tryna fuck you right here." He growled in my ear as he stuck his hand under my tube dress. I giggled and decided not to even fight what he was doing. "Damn girl! You wet as hell." Deon smiled as he moved his hand. A bartender approached us asking what we wanted to drink and I wasted no time ordering what I had a taste for..Peach Ciroq of course. I wanted to make sure I was pissy drunk before the night was over so I wouldn't remember anything else.

Deon ended up buying me the biggest bottle they have and I didn't hesitate to down as much as I could. "Slow down Nani, damn." My dumb ass had already drank nearly 1/4 of the bottle. "Fuck me..Right here. Right fucking now." Now if I wasn't as tipsy as I was now then I probably wouldn't have said that crazy shit but when a drink get inside my system ya' girl start acting a nut.