Ménage à trios

29. Zayne

Playboi ain't the kinda nigga to drop the location so we can meet him somewhere. His extra ass pulled up in a blacked out Benz a couple hours after Nia left.

"I think the blonde wig is my favorite on you." Rozay gasses me up as we approach Playboi who's standin' outside his car.

I blush a lil' bit.

"Mine too, maybe. You look really sexy, Zayne." Ari adds and then my cheeks start burnin' foreal.

I'm wearin' a black pencil skirt and a brown sweater tight enough to show off every curve on my body. I was feelin' a lil' extra when I installed the 30 inch wig earlier. I'm feelin' myself and with the way they keep fuckin' me with their eyes, they got my pussy buzzin' and we ain't even made it to Playboi's crib yet.

"Goddamn. Y'all know how to make a nigga heart stop." Playboi smiles as he takes in Ari's sensual dress and long braids.

This is the first time she's stepped out with this look and fuck, she's gorgeous. My pussy gets wet lookin' at her cute lil' ass from behind when Playboi wraps her in a hug.

Rozay blushes when his attention falls on her next. She's wearin' a brown mini skirt and a cream cropped sweater with my name glistenin' on her chest, makin' me smile proudly. My eyes travel up her exposed legs slowly.

Fuck, they're both so damn beautiful.

Playboi hugs on me and kisses my neck but I don't give it much attention. So he opens the door for us and I nod for Rozay to hop up front.

"We gon' make an appearance at my teammates lil' kick back and then bounce."

I don't mind the change of plans 'cause I like to be seen and Ari and Rozay seem like they're down to go too. So I nod for all three of us.

Playboy drives for twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes 'til we pull up to these big, tall ass apartment buildin's I ain't never seen before. After valet takes the car, Playboi stands in the middle and escorts us inside.

The fancy decor of the lobby got me feelin' like wherever this nigga takin' us gon' be stacked with other rich ass niggas and bad bitches.

I wish Lori was here, she'd be in heaven.

And I'm right too. The atmosphere in the penthouse we end up in is actually chill as fuck. I expected naked bitches everywhere and loud ass music thumpin' but it wasn't like that.

Weed smoke greets us before another big black dude, who I assume is his teammate, invites us inside.

As soon as we hit the scene, I can feel everybody's eyes on us and so can the girls. Playboi eats that shit up like any nigga would with three bad bitches on his arm.

It's easy to kick back and relax once I get to smokin' on my own tree. Between Rozay and Ari, it's hard to pay attention to any of the people tryna approach me and tell me how beautiful and sexy I am or start random conversation just to talk.

After a while, I get bored of bein' shown off and my mind starts wanderin'.

Lori texted me earlier today lettin' me know D'Juan's actin' like a straight bitch since I'm "with his girl" so the chances of him droppin' charges are slim to none.

I know imma have to do time but the thought of bein' away from Ari and Rozay for a couple of years fills me with so much anxiety, I have to go outside to get some air before I have a panic attack.

This the first time goin' to jail got me shaken up like this and that pisses me off.

"I got you somethin'." Playboi's voice interrupts the quiet night air. "They got theirs already."