Bad Decisions Can Lead To Some' Seriously Unforgivable Shit, Like Death, Misery, & Regrets You Can't Shake.
- 𝒥uan Collins
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𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈 | VOLUME ONE. ❝ AN UNLUCKY BIRTHDAY. ❞ [ HARLEM, NY ]
The sound of keys jangling and the click of the knob turning signaled the return of the two girls to their apartment, their breaths heavy with exhaustion. Another grueling day of practice at the strip club had left Emauni thoroughly drained, courtesy of Roki's demanding routine. Every muscle in their bodies ached, but Emauni felt it particularly keenly, her body still acclimating to the rigorous regimen. "We gotta step up your twirl and drop game; those moves gonna make niggas wanna snatch their cash back," Roki remarked with a hint of amusement in her voice, as she made her way towards the kitchen. Emauni trailed behind, rolling her eyes at Roki's comment. "Yeah, sure, but only if you don't tire me out with all those stretches," Emauni retorted, her tone laced with humor and a touch of sarcasm, causing Roki to playfully brush off her remark as she grabbed two cold bottles from the fridge and passed one to Emauni.
"Those same stretches you'll thank me later on," Roki added to her comments as they both settled onto the island chairs, hydrating themselves with the refreshing water bottles they couldn't seem to get enough of. Living together had brought them incredibly close, forging a bond akin to sisters. Roki felt immense joy in sharing her space with someone like Emauni, whom she had always dreamed of having as a roommate. Despite their closeness, there remained a veil of mystery between them, with neither delving into their backgrounds or pasts. They shared bits and pieces of their lives sporadically, never delving too deeply into personal matters. Roki harbored some unspoken reservations about Emauni, fueled by tidbits she'd overheard Ronald mentioning to a certain Cain on the phone. However, she pushed these thoughts aside, acknowledging her own imperfections and choosing not to dwell on it too much. "Shit, I think I forgot my phone."
Emauni, now frantically searching around and patting her pockets, caught Roki's attention, prompting her immediate offer of assistance. "It's cool, I'll swing by 'cause I gotta drop something off at the mail," Roki declared, rising from her seat and gathering her unruly curls into a messy bun. Emauni, appearing uncertain with a twist of her lips, hesitated, "You sure? I can come with you," she suggested, also rising to her feet, only to be halted by Roki snatching her bags and keys. "No need, I can see you're exhausted. Just stay put and pick out a movie for us to watch," Roki suggested, hinting at their recent binge-watching spree. Emauni pondered the idea for a moment, deciding it wasn't a bad plan, and nodded as she watched Roki make her way out of the house. Left alone, Emauni sank onto the couch, her mind drifting as she began rifling through the movies for something to watch.
Not even a minute later, there came a knock at the door. Furrowing her brows, Emauni figured it might be Roki returning for something she forgot. She got up from the couch and made her way to the door, swinging it open, only to be taken aback by the man standing before her. Cain. "What the hell, Cain? What are you doing here?" Emauni blurted out, a mix of confusion and surprise washing over her. Yet, beneath it all, there was a hint of sadness, as she never expected to see him again. But there was also a sense of relief and joy, evident as she leaped into his arms, catching him off guard but also warming his heart. Quickly letting go, they were now in the apartment hallway, and Emauni's guard went up as she scanned both sides before ushering Cain inside. Taking in the apartment's decor, Cain couldn't help but notice the seductive vibe, especially with a pole gracing the living room.
