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𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗥 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚
𝟮𝟰 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱
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Kianna was showing out.
That much was for sure.
Once again Samir had to look away from her, dropping the nearest decorative pillow that was laid around in there section across his lap and try to zone back in to the conversation him, Rasheed, and a couple of friends were having.
Everyone had arrived at least 20 minutes before Rasheed just so that they could all greet him. As soon as the greeting were over however, the girls had dragged Kianna downstairs for drinks and dancing.
They had been at it for a while, and every now and then he would look towards them and make eye contact with Kianna— and Samir could swear that she had a sort of glint in her eyes every time that had him stuck. That was the main cause of his dilemma, mostly because he absolutely refused to look away.
He wasn't to sure what exactly she was on tonight but he couldn't say he was complaining. Until he figured it out however, he would continue to be a great host.
"Aye," Rasheed called out, "Thank you again Mir— I appreciate it for real, man." Samir nodded at his friend acknowledging his gratefulness.
"Of course, you like a brother to me Sheed, y'know this." Samir could see a dimness in Rasheed's eyes at his statement but before he could think to much into it the man beside him caught his attention.
"Aye, shorty down there going crazy!" The man, Dorian, exclaimed.
The song had now changed to a more upbeat song, Samir wasn't sure exactly by who but he had heard the song before— recalling it playing on one of Kianna's playlists—he knew it was a song she liked.
And he was right as he followed Dorian's gaze down to the girls, watching as his girlfriend let out a yell and stuck out her tongue bending over to put a small arch in her back as she moved her hips catching every beat.
With the jacket she had worn over her small outfit draped over the couch Samir was sat on, he became painfully aware of the way her ass shook and bounced to the song, small waves following every movement she made.
He swallowed thickly as he switched his eyes back to Dorian, letting out a small cough to clear his throat. However he was surprised to see Dorian staring hard in the same direction.
Dorian was a very tall man, Samir believed he remembered him saying he played basketball. Before when they had first met, Samir could see himself being friends with the young man. But now seeing him lick his lips hungrily as he eyed his girl, Samir was rethinking the thought.
"Chill out."
The seriousness in Samir's voice must have seeped through the man's thoughts as his eyes cleared, and his view changed to look at him instead.
"Huh?" He said dumbly.
Samir played with the gold ring that rested on his pinky finger, as he debated on what to say next.
"I said, chill out." Dorian's brows scrunched up and before he could speak again Samir did, "Don't be looking or talkin bout my lady like that, dawg."
