Baddest

Chapter 16

I'm so G, I don't keep that pistol on me
Ay I'll beat yo ass you try to press that issue on me
Ay I keep a stash under all these zippers on me
I got bitches blowin like I got a whistle on me

For the past 2 hours I've smoked with everyone backstage, jumped around and screamed along to the songs. I've definitely lived my best life tonight, I feel so blessed. My poor throat was going to regret all this in the morning, I probably wouldn't even have a voice the next day.

"New York, I got one last song for y'all before we call this a night." Colson says to the crowd when the song ends. "First though, I wanna bring someone out here with me."

He must mean slim. Maybe Daren. Maybe someone he forgot to mention was doing a surprise appearance.

"You guys made her YouTube famous. Fuck, She's probably gonna kill me for this." He laughs and starts walking towards me at the side of the stage.

No. No. No. walk away, go back to the fans. Take some girls from the crowd. Turn yourself around colson.

...Wait. No, don't do that, but don't come over here. I shake my head and hold my hands out. Jesus take the fucking wheel.

He gets closer to me and I rush to speak. "What are you doing! I'm not going out there!

"Come on, sugar spice. You've been out on stage before in Cleveland." He gently pulls my hand.

"That was different! Youve been smoking the good stuff or something! My brain was foggy with weed and sex brain that night! I can't do this, Colson I just–..hey!" I'm interrupted when Colson picks me up and carries me over his shoulder. I smack at his back, squirm against his hold, but it's useless.

I smack his ass and curse at him, accepting defeat.

"You know how I like it rough, baby!" He laughs, which makes me laugh too.

I'm supposed to be mad, and I'm kind of failing. In just moments we're out on stage. The crowd laughs and cheers at the sight before them. I'm going to kill him, okay no I'm not.

He turns, with me still dangling over his shoulder, so that I am facing the crowd. "Y'all know my sugar spice here from the Cleveland show?" I wave and roll my eyes, this was so embarrassing.

I swear if I wasn't dangling helplessly and so distracted by his ass I would throat punch him. I'm kidding myself, but it's nice to pretend I'm a tough bitch sometimes.

He turns again so he's facing them, and out of nowhere he swats my ass. Open palm, full force, and even through my jeans it stings like a motherfucker. I shriek out of sheer surprise, and then I really work to refrain from moaning as the heat radiates and spreads between my legs. God damn him. That wasn't playing fair.

"How could anyone ever forget an ass this gorgeous?" He asks as he flaunts me around the stage. He finally sets me back down on my feet, it takes all my willpower to stay on that stage when I feel like I need to make my great escape. My face is blushed scarlet, I feel it throwing off heat.

"Now, this song is one you ladies always enjoy." Colson says and signals for the song to start. I know the song, of course I know the fucking song. This was constantly played on my playlist, on repeat sometimes. Because being Colson's "baddest bitch in the world" was always my wettest fantasy.

Promethazine at 13 muthafucka,
Everything slow motion,
I'm not an earthling muthafucka.

He presses up against me from the back, and runs his hand down my side. Just like that, I couldn't care less about the thousands of fans watching. All that mattered to me was his touch, the way his voice sent shivers down my spine. I rest my head back against him and peek up to look at his face. Has anyone ever mentioned he has such a perfect jawline? You just want to kiss on it, run your teeth against the stubble, shit.