The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

EIGHTEEN

K E E Y A

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I stirred awake from my much needed sleep by tapping on my driver's door window, and with an opening of my eyes, I was looking over to see the lower half of whoever woke me up, standing outside.

Shit

I sighed as I lifted a hand, sending down the window as my senses gradually came back, leaving me realizing just who it was.

"Compulsion," I mumbled out, still tired as she bent her upper body to look into my car.

"Did I wake you?" She asked with a deep frown as she took me in.

"Mhm," I hummed as I raised my seat from its leaned back position.

"Oh, I'm sorry I ain't know that was what you was doing, I thought you was smoking in here," She expressed with a tap of her manicured nails against my door, and I could tell them shits was freshly done. "Imma let you sleep,"

"I'm awake now, you already woke me,"

"I'm sorry Keys," She said, looking genuinely regretful and I nodded, sending a gaze over to my dashboard to see how long I slept.

2:53 P.M

Yeah, my ass need to be up anyways.

"You good, my alarm was about to go off soon anyways,"

"Okay, then I take back my sorry," She joked, making me snicker as I sent my gaze back to her as my senses continued to awake.

"You fowl," I uttered. "What you wanted?"

"Silver told me did some stuff,"

"Yeah, we did," I said and she hummed before sending her glance past me to look into my car.

"You tryna light that?" She asked, leaving my gaze to follow where hers was to see a blunt resting on the passenger seat, and I smiled, looking back to her.

"Come in on the passenger side," I told her, and she stood straight, moving to just that as I lifted the blunt into my hand while my eyes stayed on her as she walked...and she looked damn good as always.

Braids down to her ass, beautifully melanated skin glowing as her vessel continued to be embraced by a pair of gray sweats and a white tank top that she tucked into it. I knew when she got in for practice she was gon change out of them sweats for sum shorts like she always did, since she needed skin for that pole, and that—shit.

The sound of my door opening had me lifting my lighter from the ashtray on the center console, and as she got in, I placed the blunt between my lips and sparked it up.

"Thanks for fixing the pole in there," She said after closing my door and I nodded, handing her the blunt and she took it as I tossed the lighter down.

"It's our job," I told her whilst allowing the smoke to leave my lips and she hummed, taking a puff, and leaning further back into the seat and I could tell that pull was something she needed. "You good?"

"Mhm,"

"I like your nails," I affirmed, which had her eyes flickering down to her hand before going back to me.

"Thanks," She replied, while transferring the blunt to me so I could take another pull.

"Got them done today?"

"Yeah, early this morning," She mumbled, taking the blunt back while shifting her body to face me, which was a fucking first since she been in my car. "What exactly did y'all do already with the club? Latoya said y'all put up cameras,"

"Yeah, Dantae put them at the entrances, parking lot, uhm, I think—uhm two to catch who entering and leaving the private rooms, then some at the entrance of y'alls locker room, bathroom and the—ah the floor," I told her, grateful my still tired mind could remember the set up.

"And who gon watch over the cameras?"

"It's gon be on our phones so we can monitor whenever, it's also on the computer in Sebastian's office,"

"Could we get it on our phones?" She asked as I sent the blunt back over and the manner in which she asked—her tone, it said a lot.

"Yeah, y'all can get it if you want, just go to Dantae, he understand that shit better than I do," I told her and she nodded, handing the blunt back over to me without taking a puff and I took it hesitantly, which then left her to turn her body back away from me. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm good, just—I'm good,"

"You don't wanna smoke no more?" I questioned, with a glance down at the blunt before looking at her vessel that felt and looked a lot more closed than I've ever seen it.

"No, I'm good," She said and I nodded, outing the blunt as I continued to be confused as my tired and high ass mind couldn't put together what the fuck just happened.

Did I do sum shit?

"Uhm, Pulsion, you—"

"What you just called me?" She asked as her gaze snapped over me.

"Ion know," I said, thinking back but the two blunts I went through before my nap had my memories too lazy and relaxed for them to be re-jogged.

"You said Pulsion,"

"Oh," I said, now remembering that shit. "What you ain't like it? Did I cross a boundary?"

"No, I ain't mad, I just never had nobody nickname my stripper name before," She confessed with the ghost of a smile resting on her lips.

"Well if you tell me your real name, I can—"

"You getting a lil too comfortable Keys," She said with that lil attitude of hers but I could tell she held no hard feelings, so I simply smiled.

"Okay, so I gotta put in a lil more work for that?"

"A lot more work,"

"I can do that," I told her, situating the blunt behind my ear and she hummed, continuing to look into my eyes for a second longer before sending her gaze outside.

"Look, Imma head back in and start practicing, your boy probably finished with the pole by now," She said, lifting a hand and opening the door.

"Okay," I accepted, even though her energy was still confusing the fuck out of me. "Imma see you in there,"

"Yeah," She murmured, and with that, she left.

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