Only for You

10: Collisions in the Night

Fatima came downstairs in her stunning black dress with the daring slit that climbed up her thigh, between her chest, all the way to her shoulder. She looked flawless, her blonde hair cascading just past her shoulders. Pausing at the mirror, she reapplied her Fenty lipstick, her movements deliberate and smooth. Fiona stood by the kitchen, watching her daughter with a mix of disapproval and concern.

"Where are you going?" Fiona asked, her arms crossed, brow furrowed.

Fatima, without breaking her stride, turned to the mirror one last time. "Out," she answered simply, her voice crisp, touching up her lipstick and ensuring it was perfect.

"Fatima—" Fiona began, her tone stern and questioning.

Fatima turned around sharply, meeting her mother's gaze with an air of defiance. "I'm single, and I will do as I please," she interrupted, her voice firm, leaving no room for debate.

Fiona let out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. "You're making a big mistake," she groaned, her voice rising as if she was trying to stop a train that had long since left the station.

Just then, the sound of a car horn blared outside. "That's my lift," Fatima said, tossing her lipstick into her baby blue Prada bag. She gave herself one last glance in the mirror before heading for the door.

"Fatima!" Fiona called out angrily behind her, but Fatima didn't bother to respond, her mother's words bouncing off her like water. She was done with the conversation.

She rushed down the stairs and stepped into Brandy's car. Brandy greeted her with a wide grin, taking in Fatima's ensemble. "Damn girl, you look sexy," Brandy giggled, eyeing her from head to toe.

Fatima smirked, settling into the seat. "Thanks," she said, her tone cool and confident.
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Zac had just arrived at the yacht party with Kenny. They walked up to the entrance, the night filled with the distant hum of laughter, music, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Zac gave the bouncer a nod. "Zachary Taylor," he said, his deep voice carrying an air of familiarity.

The bouncer didn't hesitate. He stepped aside, letting Zac and Kenny through without a word. Kenny's eyes lit up as they walked in, the sight of bikini-clad waitresses immediately catching his attention.

"Zac!" Eugene, waved from across the deck. Zac made his way over, Kenny trailing behind. As they reached the group, Eugene quickly introduced Zac to a few men he had been conversing with, potential investors and sponsors. It was a professional scene, but one that oozed luxury and indulgence.

A waitress in a silver bikini approached, offering champagne. Zac and Kenny each took a glass, but while Zac remained focused on the conversation, Kenny was entirely distracted by the sight of waitresses in skimpy attire serving drinks and flashing smiles.

"Man, I could get used to this," Kenny muttered, his eyes tracking one of the waitresses as she passed by.

Eugene and Zac continued discussing opportunities-publicity deals, charity endorsements, ways to keep Zac's stats up during the offseason.
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Fatima stepped onto the yacht with Brandy by her side, her black dress clinging to her curves, the slit rising daringly up her leg, adding just the right amount of intrigue. The yacht was buzzing with energy, laughter filling the air as glasses clinked and waitresses in their glittering bikinis weaved through the crowd offering drinks. The atmosphere was electric, dripping in wealth and indulgence.

"This is nice," Brandy said, her eyes scanning the scene. She looked around appreciatively at the extravagant setting, soaking it all in. A waitress in a gold bikini approached, holding a tray of champagne. Without hesitation, Brandy took two glasses, handing one to Fatima.