Attraction

Distraction

*3 Months later*

"Ceceeeee!"

I groaned as my sister screamed my name, she has been trying her hardest to make the best of my situation and get me out of my funk. The night I came to her house after finding out my husband was cheating on me she let me in with open arms. She gave me her guest bedroom and she said I could stay as long as I needed. Niya has always been there for me and I for her, she's always been my rock. She warned me before I married Chris, she had a bad feeling about him but I didnt listen to her. I loved him and I wanted for us to live and grow old together, I had big plans with him, I guess fate had other plans.

"Come on I want to go out," she whined and she proceeded to pound on the door.

I sighed as I slowly dragged myself out of the king-sized bed and trudged my way to the door. I eased the door open and she looked me up and down. I didnt bother to get dress this morning so I was still in my nightclothes, a plain oversized sweatshirt, and joggers.

"Cece, you look nasty." she snickered.

I rolled my eyes.

"Niya I dont want to go out, I want to stay here."

"You can't stay cooped up in here doing nothing."

I was doing something, I was still doing my side jobs. I wasnt going to stop making money just because a nigga decided to switch up on me. I blog on a regular and I still try to keep my affiliate marketing program up in top condition. I want to get started on my own small business.

"Come on Cece, I want to go clubbing and I dont want to go alone. You know how dangerous it is to go alone." She put on her signature sad face. She always got what she wanted when we were kids.

I debated whether I should go out, I dont want to go, but she doesnt need to go alone. I guess I could go this one time. Who knows, I might enjoy myself.

"Whatever Niya, let me get dressed."

She squealed and bounced around like a 10-year-old who just got the Barbie she's been begging for.

"Okay okay, we'll be leaving in an hour!!!"

She paused

"Make sure you put on something better than that." She waved her hands around talking about my nightclothes.

I slammed the door and listened to her laughing down the hallway. I didnt know what I was going to wear, I got some of my things from my husbands' house while he was at work. I couldnt go with him there, I can't face him again without trying to wring his neck. I decided on wearing a blue skin tight dress with my strapped sandals. It showed the right amount of skin; not too much nor too little. I walked into the bathroom on the left side of the guest bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was knotty but in a ponytail and my face looked like a hot mess. It'll take longer than an hour to get completely ready. Niya can wait, I have some work to do.

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About 2 hours later we were pulling up to the club. Bright red letters that read "Frankie's" blinked overhead. The parking lot was full and it took Niya a minute to find us a spot. I didnt expect the club to be jumping, I didnt want to be in a crowded area, nor did I want random men to grope and grind on me. I love my personal space and I hate when people try to get in my bubble.

Before we got out of the car I turned to Niya and gave her some rules, I didnt want her to get into anything she couldnt get herself out of.

"Niya, you are one crazy bitch, but I want you to be careful. Dont accept any drinks from a stranger, dont go with someone without telling me first, if you feel uncomfortable we'll leave. Think before you do and let me know if something is up."

She looked at me for a few seconds and busted out laughing.

"Girl, you sound like momma. I can take care of myself. Don't worry, besides I should be telling you that."

I looked at what she was wearing and her dress is going to attract unwanted attention. She's wearing a dark green two-piece. Her breasts are pushed up high, revealing too much cleavage for me. Her skirt rides high, if she were to lean forward her ass cheeks would show. I know sleazy men will be all up on her, I hope she does take care. I'll still be watching out for her.

"Let's go Cece, the night isn't getting any younger." She grins.

We exit the car and begin making our way to the entrance. I feel people staring at us already and I dont like it one bit, I'm used to staying in. Even with my soon to be ex-husband, I would always stay inside. I've never really liked going out.

We pull open the door and the smell hit me first. It smelled like burnt ass hairs, vomit, alcohol, ad sweaty pussy. I felt sick, my eyes almost started to water. The second thing to hit me was the music. Victoria Monet's 'Touch Me' blared through the speakers, a lot of people seemed to be getting it on with the song. I look to my right and a couple is getting real touchy. They were heavily kissing, the man was gripping her ass while she was grinding on him. His hand slowly went around to her thigh and made his way up her dress, her face changed, he found the spot.

I quickly looked away and found my sister pushing her way to the bar, I tried to keep up with her. She yelled over the loud music asking what I wanted, I told her water, I wanted to keep my mind intact in case something happened. She got the drinks and walked to the end of the bar. She started to dance to the music. She shook my wrist and I couldn't help myself, I love this song anyway. I began to sway and that was good enough for her. I started to dance a little more, I was starting to feel the music and the vibe other people were giving off. After a few minutes I glance at my sister, she was talking to some man, he looked to be about 6"1", a tall light skin man. He was sexy, he carried himself well. Niya looked at me and pulled me over to her.

"Cece, this is Jamal; Jamal this is my sister Cece."

I smiled and gave him a small wave.

"Hello, Cece, your as beautiful as your sister." His voice sounded like deep velvet. He gave me a grin and his teeth are just beautiful. It turned a bit awkward, because all three of us were just standing there. Niya turned to speak to me, but her eyes veered to the side of me. She moved closer to my ear and said that a man was staring at me. I turned around and lord behold this handsome Chocolate man was indeed looking at me.

"You should go talk to him."

I tore my eyes away from him to look at Niya.

"No, I'm going to stay right here with you." I glanced at Jamal, but he was looking elsewhere, he didnt look to be leaving Niya's side anytime soon.

"Please Cece, if you dont like him you can come back. Just talk to him, he seems to be interested in you."

I groaned, I didnt want to talk to him, what was I going to say? What if he's a pervert? What if he was dangerous? I could see the pleading in Niya's eyes, I didnt want to ruin her night, but I also didnt want to go talk to this strange man.

"Pleaseeeeeee. If you dont feel comfortable you can come back." I sighed.

"Fine, I will." I kissed her on the cheek and turned in the direction of where the man was sitting. I glanced at Niya, but she was already all over Jamal. I turned back and walked towards him.

"God please give me strength," I whispered to myself.