Eric Harden had his whole life mapped out since the day he was born and never strayed from that path. Until Gavin Adams walked into his life and awoke feelings in him that he never even knew existed.
And now he was expected to just forget about it a...
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I'm Eric Harden. With that being said, there's not a lot of shit that scares me, but walking in this shit had to be the scariest fucking thing I've ever done in my life.
And whoever that Cubby nigga was, was a freak because why when I looked up it was sex toys hanging from the fucking ceiling.
My mouth dropped open. "Yo... The fuck y'all got me?" Sin giggled telling me I better close my mouth and I quickly listened. I swear to God those shit better be super glued because if a dick fall on me it's gone be riot.
My grip on Sinjae's hand tighten the further we went it. This definitely wasn't like the house parties I was used to. For one, everybody was damn near naked! Girls and guys were walking around in lil ass shorts and shit. I don't blame them either because it was hot as fuck. That was the first thing I noticed. The heat that radiated off everybody's body. Sweat was already started to pool in my lower back. Sinjae was right, I was definitely gone be coming out my shirt at some point if we stayed in here.
The second thing I noticed were the lights. The lights were flashing different shades of blues, purples, and pinks. That with the sweat coating their bodies made them look shiny or like they were covered in glitter.
"Woah." I jumped when I felt tugs on my shirt and then I felt hands. My chest was getting felt up by rough ass hands like I had titties. The fuck was these niggas on and why the fuck were these little touches going straight to my dick!? Nah, between the lights, the heat and my fast heart beat, I started feeling high without even needing weed.
"Hi, Bubbi!" Christian draped himself over the bar. My eyes widened at the sight of this dude. He squeezed his big ass body in a XXS wife-beater and Bubbi? He must be related to Cubby or something. I hope so because I got a couple questions for that nigga.
The bartender was just as happy to see Christian. He shouted his name over the music. "You didn't even tell me you were coming." His Italian accent came out strong as hell.
"Like my presence, some things are better a surprise."
I barked out a laugh and he casted a glare in my direction. Not my fault that shit was corny.
I stood silently just watching the four of them talk back and forth. The man, Bubbi was a definitely a professional because he was making their drinks without even looking. His hands were moving so fast I wondered what else he could do with them.
Pause.
Once they all had their drink in hand, Bubbi threw a towel over his shoulder and turned to me asking what I wanted to drink. I was a little out my league here after hearing what the fuck they just ordered. I looked past him to the bottles until my eyes found something that I know. Because Imma need a lot of that to get through tonight.
"Hen—" A sweaty ass hand slammed over my mouth.
"He'll have a Cubby Special!"
The bartender's eyebrows shot to his forehead and he looked from me to Sinjae, who was nodding her head swiftly. "He's sure." She reassured.
