Hoe (Kelly Oubre Jr. Story)

Not The ONE

~ Naomi ~

"Ladies it appears we have a couple ballers in the building tonight, show the Wizards some love." the DJ said and half of the crowd clapped.

"Oo, Kris Humphries." Kayla licked her lips as the music started back.

She was the only friend I had, besides my brother who I barely ever saw.

"Mayhem so early Kay? It's only eleven," I giggled, putting my drink down.

"It's never too early, and I don't think I'll mind being his groupie for the time being." she laughed, taking the final sip of her martini. "Why don't you find a baller for yourself?"

"I'm never a groupie," I switched from her side to in front of her. "I got my own."

"And they. Always come. To me," I rocked my hips between words, walking backwards until I bumped into someone.

"My fault." I turned around to apologize and my coal eyes looked up to meet a pair of greenish hazel orbs.

"You good, I j- I just..." he laughed shaking his head and I smiled at his nervousness.

"Naomi," I smiled, placing a hand out for him to shake.

"Kelly," he shook firmly, promoting his dominance.

"You mind if we talk? Or dance? Or-"

"It's up to you," I caressed his inked arm and my fingers trailed down until they met his hand, grabbing a hold of it.

• Kelly •

I held a tighter grip, leading her fine ass to VIP where there were less people and I let her sit first on the small couch and I sat next to her.

She looked around shyly, even though she gave off the strong and confident aura. After minutes of staring at her, she opened her mouth to say something but closed it.

Her ebony skin glowed in the dark lighting and she turned to me, with a virtuous expression and an unintentional smile curved on my face.

"Nice tat," I complimented.

She cheesed an imperfect, small-gap toothed smile that complimented her chocolate complexion and briefly looked down at her tattoo.

"Thank you, yours are nice too." she crossed her legs in the skintight crimson dress that hugged her body too well.

"Where you from?" I asked noticing her slight accent.

"I was born here, but my father is from Zimbabwe and my mom from Trinidad."

"That's cute,"

"There's nothing cute about me," she said seriously but kept an innocent smile.

"You have something," she picked at my hair and rubbed her fingers together in the air.

"An excuse just to touch me?" I chuckled.

"Kelly?" she asked and I looked at her as her fingers went over my ears until her hand stopped at my jaw. "I could touch you whenever and wherever I want."

I raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk.

"Is that right?"

"Find out for yourself,"

I licked my lips, getting up and grabbing her hand to help her stand.

"My place or yours?" she whispered seductively.

"Either," I shrugged.

She tangled her fingers in mine and I followed her from VIP to downstairs and we wormed our way through the heavy crowd.

"Aye Kel," I heard and turned to my right to see Bradley.

"Yeah," I shouted back.

He made a jacking motion with his hand and rubbed his fingers together and mouthed 'hoe'.

I looked at him confused, since she didn't seem like that type, and I sure as hell didn't think she'd fuck for money.

"My place," she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, as we walked into the August heat.

I walked her to my car, opening the door to the low, black on black 2016 challenger and she sat comfortably before I closed the door.

I jogged over to the drivers side and got in myself, and I crossed the belt before pulling out the lot.

"This. Is my. Songg," she smiled, turning up the radio that was playing My Boo by Ghost Town DJs.

I sung along to the '95 song as she did and we danced more than we did when we were in the club.

"Make a left, the building on the end of the block." she yelled over the music.

I nodded, following the short directions and as we came up on her building the song ended.

I turned off the car and eagerly rushed to her side to open the door for her and I let her lead us into the elevator.

I didn't know whether it was curiosity or the henny that took over me, probably both, but I found myself smoothing over her curves and grabbing two handfuls of her ass with my lips kissing on her neck.

Her nails dug into my nuque as she let out a sultry moan and the elevator opened with an irritating ding.

She sashayed in front of me, only making me grab at the small dress and her giggle as she opened the door to her apartment.

I closed the door behind us and she laughed as I carried her curvy body to the bedroom and put her down once we got in.

I unzipped the red dress and she assuringly took it by the straps, pulling it down, leaving her only in a black thong.

Her hips moved to the sides hypnotizing as she walked and she grabbed the hem of my jeans, pulling me into her 5'8 frame.

"All of that in the elevator," she smiled, unbuttoning my pants as I took off my jacket, smirking down on her. "And I have to strip you?"

I chuckled, taking off my shirt and tossing it wherever as she yanked down my jeans and I stepped out of my shoes.

I kissed her roughly and backed her until we both fell onto the bed and my hands wandered over her thighs, gripping every now and then.

"Now or after?" I asked.

"What?" she asked confused.

"I pay now or after?"

She slid from under me, and stood up with an offended expression, letting me know I fucked up.

"You think I'm some sorta prostitute or something?"

"No I-"

"Get out,"

"Naomi-"

"Get the hell out of my house!" she shouted, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door.

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Well... they met😂

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