Betrayal At It's Finest

Chapter 1: Jealous

Chapter 1: Jealous

"Thank you, but don't be thinkin' compliments gon' get you down this yellow brick road to my pussy. I know I'm bad, Mr. Young..." Words from Cherry.

Cherry Forbes got out of her cherry red, 2023 Range Rover on a mission. Letting her red, Gucci, six inch heels that wrapped around the ankle, hit the cement pavement, she walked up to the valet man that was on duty. Her long, red hair blew in the cool, Detroit, June weather as she strutted. It had been a hot little minute since she went out for her own personal pleasure and she wanted to enjoy herself tonight. She was a workaholic.

Cherry gave the valet boy her keys along with a fifty dollar bill before making her way up to the front of the line at Club Ice. She swayed her hips to the faint beat of Put It On The Floor by Lotto featuring Cardi B that was blasting inside of the club.

The white, long sleeve Marc Jacobs dress that graced her silky, butterscotch hinted skin was fitting her like second skin with a deep V-neckline, and it stopped midthigh. She was eating up all the attention the men around were giving her. Even the bitches throwing her shade were giving her life. Her perky, fat D-cup breasts looked delicious in the fabric. Red lipstick laid across her lips and her naturally long lashes had her dark brown eyes sparkling.

"Cherry!" A deep voice called out her name.

Cherry looked around until she saw KaRon was third place in the line to get into the club. He was with a few other females and some of his boys. He was a good friend of hers and had been for the last five years of her twenty-six years of life.

Nervousness came over her for a split second as she took in his appearance. KaRon Davis was the true definition of an adonis from his milk chocolate skin, beautiful, white smile, the large muscular build of his being, his height of 6'5, and the tattoos that graced every surface of his skin except his face, dick, ass, and feet.

Cherry admired the way he had his black dreads freshly retwisted to the back in a protective style and the outfit he was wearing. His swag was on a hunnit with the fifty thousand dollars worth of jewelry he had dripping in his mouth from his 18k gold bottom grill, chains on his neck, and watch on his wrist.

KaRon licked his lips as he watched his bestfriend walk over to him and his people. His eyes lingered up and down her slick, toned out legs in the tall, designer red heels she strutted in. Red was his favorite color and Cherry rocked it beautifully from her eyebrows, toe and finger nail polish, and spiral curled hair. He glanced up at her bouncing, fat titties, imaging things that friends shouldn't think about.

"Hey, big head." Cherry greeted him.

She smirked and stopped in front of him. KaRon pulled her into a close embrace and squeezed her around her waist.

"Why you out here by yo' self?" He whispered into her ear.

She shivered from the closeness of his body to hers, but didn't pull back too quickly.

"Cus I'm grown." She remarked.

KaRon smacked his lips at her sarcasm. She smiled to herself because she knew he hated that shit.

"And fuck you wearin'? Ya titties all out and shit. Got mothafuckas staring at ya nipple piercings and shit." He fussed.

"This collar too deep and this dress too tight. You trying to show all yo' goodies, huh?" He added.

She playfully hit him in his broad shoulder.

"Well, now I know my nips do stick out a lot in this dress." Cherry licked her red lips sexily.